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❝ I k n o w it’s a CELEBRATION all, but Jak … . Should he be d r i n k i n g THAT much!? ❞
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K I E R A.
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❝ I k n o w it’s a CELEBRATION all, but Jak … . Should he be d r i n k i n g THAT much!? ❞
“ c’mon, keir --- it’ll be fine. after all the shit we’ve had to deal with . . . “

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works been crazy & kicking our ass lmaoo. add us on dscord if yall want ;; we’ll try our damnest to be here more, sorry. we want to write but. life yknow.
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we’ve moved link back to his original blog bc we have no braincells & we’re hyped abt the new hyrule warriors game. he’s @scarfbond
works been crazy & kicking our ass lmaoo. add us on dscord if yall want ;; we’ll try our damnest to be here more, sorry. we want to write but. life yknow.
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where did he go?
he was just here -- standing in this keep, laughing & taunting the hero, surrounded by hordes of undead allies. it felt, without issue, that each & every time he got close to him, the commander ( what was his name again? ghirahim? ) would up & disappear, leaving behind only echos of his laughter. even when they fought, it’d end the same, without giving link time to land a hitting blow.
so this time, where did he go? the battlefield was theirs -- aside from a few posts & groups of monsters still running amock, those easily squashed -- yet an uncomfortable feeling of dread scratches & bangs at his mind, unwilling to let his guard down for a even a moment. SOMETHING was wrong. paranoia wracks his mind & body, forcing his tired body to continue its search.
if he doesn’t find the enemy commander, something will happen -- he can feel it. he can feel it.
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we haven’t done one of these in a Long Time but LIKE for a lyric starter. probably gonna be short or 1 line but lets see.
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he’d been caught, & the night was barely over . . . for several nights, the warrior had been draping himself in old cloaks & hoods to conceal his identity, leaving the castle to explore the land as a normal hylian -- at least, as close to one as he could get. venturing far from the castle & close towns, a distance he thought would be safe enough that no one would immediately recognize him. just to sit &, mostly, observe the other patrons in the bar.
he’d already paid in full, leaving in a hurry without even finishing his drink, only to be stopped by . . .
hell’s hot for good reason, isn’t it. of every warrior, man, beast he could run into on a night like tonight -- it’s the dragon lancer, VOLGA. a man he’s far from good terms with, but one he respects greatly, taking a step back as the hero tilts his head up enough to look at the man.
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E R R O L .
He’s not your average Krimzon Guard & this was perhaps not your average “prison break”, although in the beginning he didn’t know it. There were never an awful lot of details, only an urgent alert, a dangerous escapee threatening to make a fool of Baron Praxis & his finely tuned regime, & of course the orders terminate this threat immediately. A little sharper than many of his scrambling men, Errol decides the complex fortress exits were the first places that needed to be swept, after all the alert was only freshly issued & he doubted the unfortunate soul trying to escape would have gotten too far just yet.
Signs of necessary destruction tell him hes heading in the right direction. His ego has thus far prevented him from signalling back up ━ there would be no reason he couldn’t handle some rag-tag renegade alone. His personal & intimate knowledge of “prisoner care” assures him even the meanest of their quarry probably wouldn’t be up for any test of endurance. Bound to be suffering malnutrition at the very least. Easy.
Arriving on the roof top he approaches, gun drawn, ready to fire a kill shot at a moments notice ━ at least until the hunted reaches his sights. Not a normal prisoner, not what he expected. Suddenly hes not as confident in his position as he realises he knows who this is… A ghost from the not so distant past, the pale & distorted, but unmistakable form the solider he once knew. Its the smile that sees him lower his gun, the revelation hitting him all at once.
❝ Zephyr … ? ❞
“ you look like you’ve seen a GHOST . " the irony of their own words escape them, an almost distasteful joke in this already cruel & unjust world. the experiments head tilts ever so, as they watch the commander from their spot ; his surprise to see the monstrosity out of its cage surely is expected. “ is it that shocking? “
obedient. cooperative. they were always the one that none had to FIGHT or beat into submission, yet they never feared. already a follower ; a sheep ; a quiet little thing. of course it’d be a surprise for them to choose to leave ( not their idea, entirely, but it’d be rude of them not to try with all the effort he went through to get them out . . . ). a product of their past that kept such a vice grip on their instincts of survival. until now.
“ i didn’t want to add onto the mess on my way out, but, ah, it seems i’m notentirely in control of what i can do. . . “ they stand slowly, turning to face the commander fully, with that ever present ghostly smile of theirs. “ that means i’ve passed, though --- “ their smile grows, eyes narrowing, “ albeit . . not with the best marks. even so. i’m what you -- & the baron -- have always wanted. “
we haven’t done one of these in a Long Time but LIKE for a lyric starter. probably gonna be short or 1 line but lets see.
[ HENRY. ]
So INVOLVED was he into his photography that Henry momentarily forgot the fact that Link is currently observing him. He would see the man having to position the camera at a CERTAIN ANGLE to achieve the best picture, a few snaps of the button before he’s to finally notice. A soft laugh is heard as he straightened up, wiping off the grass off himself. “…I apologize, Link. Photography is uh… A fairly mundane hobby that doesn’t bring much excitement. However..! You would be amazed by what you can find…in nature itself. Are you not…someone who appreciates such? It’s fine if you aren’t..! I just…believed that…”
his enthusiasm is almost . . . . ADMIRABLE. after countless battles & soul crushing discoveries, the warrior has nearly lost all enthusiasm & care for anything mundane. as bright as his gifted light may be ; as beautiful as the land around him continues to thrive ; he, himself, hasn’t felt it much since then. the thrill of battle had been his only saving grace during such dark, dreadful times.
a gentle, albeit nervous smile spreads on the knights face, nodding a bit in response to henry’s question. it’s not that he doesn’t . . . appreciate it. it’s simply hard to be so . . . HAPPY about it now. it’s rather disheartening, even when he tries in vain to force himself, to look at the beautiful scenery & feel no joy or warmth, such as he used to.
[ i do, i do. ] he signs, setting down his project. [ it’s just been a while since i was out, not for a mission. or training. its strange. ]
E R R O L .
The wasteland was as good as any place to run into an old adversary. When he found out what happened to Jak there was no helping the elation. It brought a soothing sense of delight, the likes of which he was sure he’d only feel again once he was crushing Haven under his newly metallic boots & asserting himself as its rightful ruler. The true successor of the great Baron. All in good time though. For now he can only regard the outlaw with that eternal sense of superiority, the conceited, unfazed & yet antagonistic approach that had been so uniquely Errol.
There comes a mocking sense of pity with his retort, his voice distorted & electronic, much like his face. Twisted & scared with pieces of crude metal substituting bones & tissue.
❝ Busy doing what, exactly ? Keeping the sand out of your boots ? Poor Jak. Yes, I have heard all about your exile. You really thought the rabble of that miserable city cared about you, didn’t you ? Such a shame no one told you that no good deed in Haven goes unpunished. ❞
He wasn’t just saying that to get a rise out of the young hero either, there was bitter truth behind his words of which he fully believed. Haven had always been a harsh, fickle, paranoid & unforgiving place. Its sheepish denizens needed the firm hand the Baron had provided to them & he hoped to further illustrate this, again, in time.
he merely SCOFFS in response, eyes rolling in an almost exaggerated manner, shifting instead to rest the morph gun onto the ground & then his forearm atop it. almost casual in his stance as he regards the THING that once tormented him within dark prison walls ; a reminder of mockery & pain, just seeing him makes the scars spanning across his body flare once again.
“ i knew that damn city didn’t care about me -- the SECOND you & your guards dragged me off & no one even bothered to bat an eye. “ it’s SICKENING TO THINK ABOUT, sometimes. he didn’t know where he was, what was going on. he never did, until he was neck deep in a WAR he didn’t truly care about. ( revenge, revenge, revenge. it’s all he wanted -- wants? maybe. ) & what’d he get out of it? a thank you, a pat on the back? a second to breathe before being thrown into this hellish wasteland? what a reward.
“ haven can go to hell for all i care. “ there’s a growl in his voice, one so animalistic that one would be hard pressed to think it came from a person. maybe he couldn’t be called a person anymore. sometimes he didn’t feel like one. “ dunno which’s worse -- this fucking place or that city. “

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quiet nights seldom present their splendor to those living within the walls of haven, as guards in red run through streets & markets, hunting in vain for the escaped prisoner ; as metalheads scrape & claw at every entryway, begging for their desire of chaos to be granted. all this, the noise, the chaos, the violence has almost become nothing more than static noise for them. sound to fill the empty space & accompany thoughts -- or, distract from them.
they’re all so busy, running around like ants down there. they stay sat atop a building, staring down below with an almost fond smile. were they part of that, they wonder. the ever moving crowds of people, rushing from place to place ----
thoughts cut short quickly, left dangling where they’d never be picked from again, as the sound of boots against metal catch the creatures attention. so different from the norm, & so close... head lifts slightly, turning to glance behind them. a sight they should be frightened of, but all they do is smile.
“ i never expected the commander to pay me a visit himself. have you come to take me back, already? “
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