#hyrulecast

Ever since Quote became a Blade Stranger, he have been using his new fond powers to travel across many worlds. Both to indulge in his endless wanderlust and helping anyone in need.

But what strange world he was in this time. A world that was vast and covered in nature with many ruins, but also seem to be overran by monsters.

Monsters that wont leave him alone.

The android let out a sigh, pocketing his gun after making another kill, this time a moblin. Killing monsters was something he was already used to and he wasn’t phased by it at all. If anything it just got annoying sometimes.

To be honest he rather deal with weird pig like monsters than fallen angels.

【☸⁎☸】» “ Hmmm...the probability that I imputed the wrong coordinates is really low...maybe there’s something going on with the engine? ”

Time travel was an art that Croissant was still trying to perfect. Judging by the dirt path her Timecraft was laying quite pathetically in, a tell tale sign of a crash landing, the engineer certainly had some ways to go.

The young engineer sat in the pilot’s seat of the small aircraft repurposed into a time machine, running diagnostics on the green console screen, brow furrowed in deep thought. For someone who was in unfamiliar territory, her guard was quite low.

Moira knew it was a bad idea to go into the Lost Woods without a fairy. The Deku Sprout’s protection might not be enough, and there was a very real chance that Moira could turn into a Skull Kid. But it was the only place they knew like the Triforce of Courage on the back of their hand, and they could at least pretend that they were happy, that they had all their friends at their side... the illusions presented by the fog were comforting.

Moira could hear Navi's cheerful voice, Saria playing the ocarina before reaching out her hand, even Zelda laughing as if she was playing another prank on one of the castle guards. Then came the voices from Termina on the other side. The spirits of the Deku Butler’s son, Darmani, Mikau; Romani and Cremia, Anju and Kafei... each voice echoed one by one, the voices of those who Moira was cruelly taken away from, whether by time’s hand or the whims of fate, the goddesses themselves. Moira knew those voices weren’t real, and that was the one thing preventing them from meeting an unfortunate end.

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“Why... why does everyone keep leaving me?!” Their voice cut through the fog, dispelling the illusions, the dreams, the lies. Moira had decided to leave Hyrule to become a mercenary, leaving no note behind for Zelda as they’d been forbidden to communicate with her by her overprotective father. But all Moira could think about was how badly they wished they could turn back time.

Wasn’t that what Zelda sent Moira back to do? To regain their lost time? Yet another person Moira would never be able to see again- the Zelda who fought by their side to defeat Ganon, the Zelda of a time now lost to them... It all felt like some sick joke by the gods, who desired to see them suffer as much as possible.

Soon enough, they could hear yet another voice. A different voice that they could not recognize. And the voice was calling out to them.

        Paya had made the journey to Hateno Village at the request of her grandmother, escorted by the guard known as Dorian. The original purpose was to deliver some objects to her Great Aunt ( though appearance alone may indicate otherwise, she’s been told due to a mishap involving Purah’s experimenting ). Once her personal task was completed, Paya made the decision to hang around for the remainder of the day. as dusk would be falling soon enough. 

🍃🏹➳ The caravan was parked outside the walls of Hyrule Castle Town, their tents set up along the road just beyond the moat, rather than in the Market District at stalls. The gate guard informed them that a new law ordinance had been passed, and that they didn’t have the proper paperwork to sell their wares inside the city, so they made due by setting up shop here instead.

        While the Business Scrubs had a sneaking suspicion that that might not be the case, who were they to argue against the ones that dictated who got in and out of the city? So they complied, and as the sun set, they assigned a single caravan guard to keep watch-- while they were still in sight and on the path where the guards and knights patrolled, it was still a good idea to keep one of their own people on patrol, if anything, just simply for a witness in their own party.

       Except the caravan guard wasn’t doing a very good job of that. Somehow, she had managed to fall asleep standing, leaning against her spear. When the squire approached, she jolted up, startled.

         “Ah, what?” Unlike the rest of the caravan, who were all Deku Scrubs: hard bark skin and glowing amber eyes, the guard had soft skin, Hylian features, and green eyes. Coming to her senses, her eyes went into focus and stared up at the person who had awoken her; a Hylian man roughly her age with a tall, distracting red pompadour.