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There was irony in this. There was fire laced in his veins born from the spirit of a long-forgotten bird of fire, one that had been birthed from the very fires of Din Herself. There was no flame that could burn him; he could walk through the heat of Death Mountain itself and be fine (though the smoke was an issue... and lava, while hot, was not the same as fire, and jumping into that would still end his life prematurely).

And here he was, trapped due to a blizzard.

The Phoenix would have been able to melt through the storm, but that was a power he still didn't fully understand and, in turn, couldn't really command.

Blue eyes stared out the window, taking in the expanse of white obscured his vision. It was just supposed to be a quite visit to the Zora - but he supposed it was their fault. They had been warned that the weather had taken a particularly harsh turn this year. It wasn't like they had entirely ignored the warning, but it was clear that neither the Queen-to-be, nor her fiance had thought it would be quite as bad.

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" I was just thinking about how they would be great for hiding weapons, further enforcing the element of surprise. "

~༺ :||   Of course he noticed her, the prescience was unmistakable. He knew exactly the status and prestige of Zelda- though perhaps not this generation's incarnation. That much hardly mattered, but rather, it was always disheartening and offensive that the same knowledge was not carried in turn.

Vaati hid his woes behind a snicker. "Clothes fitting for one of my caliber regardless. Capabilities of these archmages are limited in comparison to the greatest mage this land, or any other for that matter, has ever borne," he'd go to boast.

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@wisdomchosen sent: 040, exploring the depths of a mysterious cave. - if ur still taking these for wylan c:

It was like a metronome, the way the drip of infiltrating water rhythmically fell in drops. Each tap against the otherwise sublime surface of the subterranean pool catching the quiet air and ushering it away. No, this place was not dead, nor was it unforgotten.

Tap. Tap. Tap.

The pool. The polished stone. The scattered stalagmites. It was close... but there's something else about the cave that only gets louder in its quite painting as one got deeper. Something or someone. A youthful imagination paints stories that could create a mural against the cavern walls. A thief's hideout? A monster's den? A secret passage for agents of some secret order?

Tap. Tap. Tap.

Each drop brings the knight's gaze from one spot to another. An eager investment into this uncharted territory. Not that he lets such excitement show freely on his features. Only his eyes might betray him- dark green hues that caught a glitter not granted to him by the lamp which he held aloft.

Still. This was. So much more fun and engaging than guard duty. Or patrol duty. Duty. Just anything with that word, really.

In a strange way, the stagnant buzz and neon glare of the signs around the district were a comfort. This, compared to what the metaverse had provided, was far more palatable. Slipping into that other world had the same cacophonous smear of visual overload compounded with the extra chiming and ringing of several arcade machines as robotic voices laughed and coins spilled freely from the arcade into a sea of tar around the club.

Ah, but with the environs aside, a greater comfort came from the fact he was no longer being chased by stabbing mantis-like shadows! Seriously, the fuck kind of distortion creates minions like that?! It was enough to ruin Wylan's first foray into the Palace of Yasuo Hayashida. Compared to the previous palaces, this one was on much much higher alert. The tar was gone, but the wound remained. That was less comforting.

"Now to find where I... left my bike." Words muttered under the thrum of passing crowds. The assassin was holding a strong posture despite the otherworldly injuries. Hopefully something in his saddlebag would help hold him over until he made it back to his flat? The healthstone in the Metaverse had kept him from where immediately bleed out, but... tch. Ain't this fun? Like a flashback to some of his early jobs in America. Gunshot? Lance? Both hurt like hell in the shoulder!

Moving into an alley where he's sure to find the bike, he just about crashes right into a blonde woman. More good luck. Maybe Faust would find it amusing too? But at least he doesn't stumble and fall over like the complete fool, though it did take a hand on her to stabilize himself.

Hyrule was not the only land that had been blessed with gifts from the Golden Goddesses.

In truth, it was likely just... happy accident. Beings as powerful and unknowable as them doubtfully actually realized that their presence over the land had changed it. Mutating the flora and fauna hadn't been on purpose, nor had imbuing the strange powers of mythical beasts into certain people. But from their efforts on the earth came rise to another kingdom; the land of Valisthea, overseen by the Sanbreque Empire and, beneath them, the Duchy of Rosaria.

The marriage between the second-born son of the Duchy and the Princess of Hyrule had been put in place when both were born. The second-born son could not be the Archduke, so shoving him off to another country didn't really matter - at least, that had been before he had awoken with the power of the mythical Fire Bird, and that had been before Hyrule had fallen to complete disrepair.

Their marriage was not off, but Joshua could tell his mother was already plotting on how to use this to her advantage. Instead of forming a tie with Hyrule at the expense of her useless child, now it was a far more clear method to take control of the nation.

Joshua... didn't care.

He had never met the Princess before. She was supposed to be pretty, with long blonde hair and bright blue eyes, but that didn't tell him anything about who she was as a person. The whole concept of having to marry someone he had never met before was... ridiculous, but he couldn't voice that out loud. He could only think it - and he thought it plenty while resting against the window of the carriage during his trip to the Kingdom.

It felt so strange to think how she had just been an ordinary high school student less than a month ago. No, not ordinary - somehow worse. A rule-follower, someone who mindlessly followed the orders of others, someone afraid to think for herself.

That wasn't the case anymore. Thanks to Johanna - and Joker, and the rest of the Phantom Thieves. She was able to think for herself and do what she wanted now. Not what someone else wanted for her.

And, right now, she wanted to investigate the Red Light district Shinjuku. There had been a lot of reports of Shujin students there into the evening, and as a member of the Student Council - and as her own person - Makota knew she had to make sure that her fellow students were safe.

And... maybe there was part of her that felt a little excited at getting to do something as crazy as this. Her sister would lose her mind if she knew what Makoto was doing, but her sister was also way too busy to notice.

"Maybe I am in a little over my head." The words came out as a soft murmur as the dark-haired girl slowly wandered the sidewalk, taking in the bright lights and sounds of the district. It wasn't as bad as she had thought it would be, though she still found herself eyeing some of the clubs and bar opened with disapproval.