#{logan lore}

Okay so Roman needs to make his mark and get used to the life of a god. That sounds like a fun time. @goodieghosty hope this is a fun little break! Also tw: Roman's dad is the worst so implied SA

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Lore- Logan

Dusk- Lewis

Gen- Len

Speck- Lex

Ocarina- Lee

Mask- Lloyd

RGBV- Red = Lucas, Blue= Liam, Vio =  Luca, Green = Levi

Sketch- Laurence

Realm- Lincoln

Wind- Linus

Steam- Lucius

Shadow- Lance

Oni- Lazlo

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SS Zelda- Zinnia

FS Zelda- Zoe

MC Zelda- Zoey

OoT/MM Zelda- Zara

TP Zelda- Zahra

FSA Zelda- Zariya

LTTP/OoA/OoS/LA Zelda- Zyunko

LBW Zelda- Zendaya

LoZ/AoL Zelda- Zelda

WW/PH Zelda (Tetra)- Zayomara

ST Zelda- Zia

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His eyes opened widely, hair clinging to him as a thick layer of sweat dripped down his face. Staring blankly at the ceiling, he felt his hands gain life, raising them to his face and wiping what he could away before sitting up and gripping his sheets.' The same one again…' he thought to himself, wiping his face dry and getting down from his bed. He blinked his eyes rapidly, stumbling his way to his bathroom. Opening the door, he made eye contact with the mirror. Heavy bags laid below his eyes, his dyed pink hair messily laid around his head and his shirt hung loosely on his shoulders. Taking a deep breath, he closed his eyes and released the air. He opened them again, staring at himself in the mirror. "So, the audition is today…?" He asked himself. He flinched as he felt fur collide with his leg and small purrs emitted from the animal.

Turning behind him, he saw a kitten rubbing its face. "Snow, you scared me", he said, bending down and petting the cat.

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Breathing heavily, hands shaking and sweat dripping down his face, Logan turned the knob of the large building door and entered, eyes closed tightly. "Hey!" Logan flinched, as an average height pale skinned brunette walked towards him. "Are you here for the auditions?" They asked, clipboard in hand, pencil tucked behind their ear. "Y… yes, my-my name is… Lo-Logan Lore…" he muttered out silently, his voice drowned out by the busy room and loud speaking. The brunette still nodded, carefully taking him to a separate room and closing the door, the sounds from the previous room drowned out. "Now, repeat your name, please? I couldn't hear it too well." They said slowly, sitting behind the desk at a far side of the room.

Logan took measured steps forward and sat down at a chair near the desk. "Logan Lore" he said a bit louder, eyes darting across the room. "Can… can anyone-" he was cut out by the brunette shaking their head. "No, they can't hear us. You don't have to be afraid here, I'm the only one here."

Lore tried to speak but his throat felt clogged up, stammering and stuttering, gibberish flowing from his mouth, rather than words.

"I'll start then, to give you some time to breathe." They said, sitting down in an office chair just big enough for two people. Logan decided to sit down in one of the normal school chairs present in the office, taking note of how this looked like the principal's office in a highschool. "My name is Charlotte Chai," they started off, hand extended for a hand shake, round green eyes staring softly at him. He shook their hand, only lasting a few seconds before they let go. "I'm the director of the show we're making here." He nodded and held up a flier. The audition flier. "I guessed as much," they said, smiling. "What did you say your last name is?"

"Lore…" he muttered out.

"I see. You wanna go over the lines, see if you're fit for any roles? Or would you like some tea first?"

"Tea…" he muttered out again, moving his chair closer to the desk. A knock sounded from outside and Logan ducked his head just as a child, no older than 13, entered, some pastries in hand. "I made everyone snacks"

"Ah, thank you Lincoln, you can leave them right there." The child, Lincoln, nodded and set them down, closing the door before leaving again. Logan peeked at the plate of pastries and saw some sword and shield shaped cookies. He chuckled silently. "You want to try one?" Charlotte asked, which scared Logan. "I… sure." He said, not looking at Charlotte. He quickly nabbed a shield from the plate which made Charlotte laugh a bit. " It makes sense you picked a shield." "Huh?... Why?"

"Because you've been hiding from me the whole time you sat here."

Logan flinched a bit and looked down, muttering apologies, which caused the brunette to laugh a bit more. "It's alright, I'm not judging. Just an observation." They said, grabbing a cookie from the pile. "How good are you at acting?"

"I'm not", Logan answered.

"Why are you here then?"

"I… I wanted to see if I'd get the part." He paused. "Make some friends."

"Well, if that's all, you can go outside. There are 16 people, a good majority of them are children, and they're the ones who see if you should or should not be in the show. Well, mostly Lewis and Lance."

Logan felt his stomach drop and he slowly stood up, shuffling to the door. Before he could open it, he heard the rattle of the door knob and the door flung open, slamming into him and, due to the heaviness of the door, getting thrown into the wall.

The air was knocked from his lungs and he gasped for air. He slid down the wall, clutching his chest; he was pretty sure he cracked a rib or something, and he could feel the blood - or was it snot?- dripping down his nose. "Oh gosh, I'm so sorry!" Someone said from the door. He could hear Charlotte run over from their spot on the desk, another voice come from behind the door, more angry- was it at him?- but he couldn't understand what he said. He blinked his eyes a couple of times and his eyes managed to focus, ears ringing slightly.

"Y… ok?"

He nodded once and held his head, a bump was already starting to form.

"That was a bad throw, Lewis be more careful next time" Charlotte scolded a tall man; no, he only looked tall. Lore could stand beside him and be taller, even if by a bit. He felt a hand on the back of his head, Charlotte's hand, he recognized it from earlier, and then his forehead was rested on said brunette's shoulder. Warmth crept up to his face, cheeks dusted in a light pinkish hue. He felt slim fingers play around with his hair and he flushed even more, his entire face burning up even more. He tried to speak, his voice trapped, but Charlotte seemed to understand. Soon he heard sirens, an ambulance, most likely, and he counted the seconds before a doctor showed up.

He couldn't hear what the doctor was saying too, well, Charlotte was expressionless the whole time, so even then he couldn't read their body language. He just hid behind his turtleneck sweater and waited for the day to end already. He hid and waited. And waited. Soon enough he got bored of waiting, thinking of ways to pass the time. Back at home, Snow was being taken care of by his roommate, whom he hadn't been able to see in several days but he knew he'd pass by; he'd leave small post it notes with words of encouragement and little doodles on the front page of his notebooks- he almost always used the art one, whether it was hidden away in Logan's closet or not. He could never say he hated his roommate, but they didn't spend that often together. Logan would always hide away while Ravio- was that his name or was it something else?- had been outside making him breakfast and then heading to work.

How was he doing? Was he ok? Did he need help? Maybe he did and Lore was here, sitting in a comfortable chair in his boss' office with 3 stitches and a bandage on his head.

"I came as fast as I could-" Ravio came charging in, he had not dressed properly, his hair was disheveled, Snow sat on his hoodie pockets, the small teacup cat purring softly in her sleep. Logan gasped happily and scooped up his kitten, petting her as she positioned herself again, small ears twitching slightly. He could hear the muffled noises of Ravio talking to Charlotte. He didn't focus on them, his kitten was here, that's all he needed.

(Logan smiles with the very corner of his lips. His yellow and silver eyes seeming misty as if a film of tears are threatening to fall, again, odd because a teifling does not need to tear up and have no tear ducts.)

Logan: Thomas had been having bad dreams when he was very young, around 5-7, so one night he got up in the middle of the night and crept out of his room, sneaking around the palace. I found him staring off out a window as the sun came up, his eyes dropping and head lolling because of how tired he was.

(Logan chuckles lightly and with much fondness)

Logan: He was trying so hard to stay awake, I suppose to watch the sun rise, that he didn’t notice me approaching from behind despite the fact I never softened my footsteps in my approach.

Logan: He looked up at me and looked terrified. He probably thought I was going to chastise him or bring him back to his room telling him to ‘not wander around the castle this late at night’ as others may have.

Logan: But I didn’t. I simply sat beside him, watching the sun rise with him. He didn’t notice at the time, but he leaned on me more and more as the sun rose and by the time it was fully up above the horizon, he had fallen asleep on me.

Logan: I took him back to his room, careful not to wake him and put him to bed, informing his parents of what he had done, which they both collectively groaned and chuckled at.

I've got the creation of the stars for you and Roman meeting Janus. Enjoy!

(Logan glances at Patton, who has turned to Thomas and gestured for another hug with him, which Thomas accepts.)

Logan: I heard news that there was an upheaval in the kingdom, and though I hope it isn’t true, I heard rumors that there was a change in leadership, which isn’t that uncommon for the kingdom as it never seems to hold a single line of leadership for more than 30 years and it’s been just over 30 years since the last one. 

Logan: The only problem is, as a paladin with an Oath of the Crown, I was positioned to guard the palace as I was trusted by the king and queen to keep my word and protect the palace and kingdom. As a result of being employed in the palace, I drew close with the prince of the kingdom, who by now is... or was the crowned king. Unfortunately, there was an incident and I was blamed for a band of bandit/thieves/assassins come to see another short end to a reign.

(Logan’s hand unconsciously edges up to his horns as he continues.)

Logan: The Head Guard thought me to be the reason they got in solely because of my species reputation and even though the king and queen knew me well, they allowed him to send me away. I was banished from setting foot anywhere near the kingdom’s castle ever again.

Logan: And now that I hear he’s possibly been overthrown, I have feared he has been killed. And I never went back due to... my fear that he hates me for leaving him even after his parent’s deaths. But now... I may be too late...

You are shot back in time almost 2 decades.

At first, you don’t see anything, everything is pitch black. You can’t tell if you’re in an enclosed space or a cavernous cave.

But then, off in the distance, you see an incredibly faint light illuminate a bend in the apparent tunnel that you’re in. The light slowly grows until you see a number of figure moving rapidly down the tunnel. 

Close behind, a younger looking Logan appears holding a tiny torch, casting barely enough light for you to make out anything other than silhouettes, but despite this, the figure in front of Logan move with an ease through the tunnel that would only some with being able to see. You notice, for the lack of it, that a chip you had barely noticed in Logan’s horn before is no longer there, or... hasn’t occurred yet.

The figures in question are about 5 or 6 tieflings of various colors and heights. They are dressed in rags that suggest servitude, though the faint sight of irritation around some of their wrists and ankles suggests even less freedom than a servant. Some of their horns more resemble antlers than horns, and one of them looks strikingly similar to Logan, save for blindingly white hair instead of Logan’s jet black hair, as well as their skin being noticeably lighter than Logan’s.

Logan appears to speak in a low voice, seeming to urge the tieflings along, though with how rapidly they are moving, you don’t think they would think otherwise. 

After a certain amount of time that might as well have been days, you see a light at the end of tunnel, the sun peeking through like the saving grace it is for the tieflings.

If one were to watch from the outside, it would seem as if the side of the mountain simply burst out a bunch of tieflings as they reached freedom from the tunnel. Half of the tieflings stumbled into each other and fell into a heap on the ground as they became disoriented from the sudden sunlight and weren’t able to prevent themselves from colliding.

Logan seems a balanced mix of fond, exasperated, and worried as he hauls one of the tieflings up by their hand, giving them a stern word or two. They look a little sheepish and get up without complaint.

Logan says a few words to them before he suddenly whips around, a tiefling in front of them looking behind him and just starting to open their mouth say something.

You see a younger version of Dee, cloak on and a posture of one who’s up to no good. It’s clear to everyone how he’s positioned, that he was trying to steal Logan bag of money.

They stand there for a long while, Dee not raising his head to make eye contact and Logan not moving until Logan moves his hand towards his waist.

Dee’s posture then stiffens and he steps back as subtly as he could, trying to get away, clearly thinking Logan was going for his sword.

But instead, Logan grabs the money and holds it out to Dee, saying something to him.

Dee then slowly looks up at Logan, eyes wide, emotions flit across his face too fast to tell between before he realizes himself and his face becomes unreadable. When they make eye contact, though, Dee’s face blushes a very faint red. 

Logan doesn’t seem to notice, though, gesturing with the money for Dee to take it, Logan’s expression is calculating, but also gentle and curious.

Eventually, Dee raises his hand up and lightly grasps the bag before slowly raising his hand and taking the bag. When Logan does not move to take it back, he slowly slips it onto his belt, waits a moment, and then bolts down the mountain, quickly disappearing into the trees.

The lighter blue tiefling bolts after Dee at first, trying to get him, probably to make him give back the bag of money, but stops short when Logan appears to yell out something after him. The tiefling yells something back, but begrudgingly jogs back to the group, letting Dee go.

Logan watches Dee go, eyes searching the trees with that curious expression before his face cools into a neutral expression once more and Logan and the other tieflings start down the mountain at a steady pace.

Dee: Common, Elven, Draconic (language of the dragons), Snaketongue (usually the Yuan-ti ability to talk to snakes), Sylvan (language of the faeries), a touch of Primordial, Undercommon, Spidertongue (drow language to talk to spiders and drow-aligned beasts), Yuan-ti, Druidic (language of the druids), Gnomish, Halfling, Orcish, and Goblin.

Patton: Common, Dwarven, and Halfing.

Logan: Common, Infernal (language of the Demons), Undercommon, a few words of Spidertongue, Orcish, Sylvan, a touch of Goblin.

Virgil: Common, Undercommon, Spidertongue, Sylvan, a few words of orcish, Goblin, and Elven.

Remus:  Common, Elven, Undercommon, Sylvan, Draconic, Dwarven, Orcish, a tiny bit of Deep Speech, and Goblin.

Roman: Common, Elven, Sylvan, Celestial, and Deep Speech (language of the Far Relam.)

You appear in an inn room, Logan is on the bed, while Dee is nearby on the floor in front of a chair. You get the feeling he was in the chair at the start of the night. 

Dee’s eyes are closed, asleep as his breath is level and his face is peaceful and deep.

That is until Logan makes a sound from the bed, a noise between pain and indigence that comes with sleepiness. Almost immediately, Dee is pushing himself up, eyes barely opening at first. He immediately goes to Logan’s side, checking his injuries, arranging the cloth on Logan’s forehead, before going over to a bucket nearby and dipping it in there, wringing it out before going to put the cloth on Logan’s head again.

What stops him, though, is the fact that in that time, Logan had opened his eyes, looking curiously at the ceiling.

Dee goes immediately over to Logan’s side, going to grip one of Logan’s hands. He doesn’t seem to even think about doing it, just acting on instinct to grab Logan’s hand.

The action seems to rouse Logan from whatever in-between state of waking and sleeping he was in staring at the ceiling.

Logan cranes his head up, trying to get a good look at Dee. Dee pushes his head back down. 

“No Logan, I’ll get where you can see me, okay?”