Something odd was happening. It was snowing in Papara. The snow seemed to cover the sand, showering the whole desert. It appeared as though a freezing cold front was heading through Papara. As to where it came from, even a meteorologist couldn't answer. It just sprung up out of nowhere. Luckily, the citizen's would have had long enough of a warning to get clothes that would keep them warm in such a hot climate. After all, they didn't have to search far. Desert nights tended to be very cold. So cold, people sometimes demanded that somebody use their body heat to huddle with them to keep them warm.

And, speaking of the desert night, it happened to be night right now. And without the heat of the sun, it was dangerous to even be outside, even if you were wearing clothes that would normally keep you warm during the event should a blizzard hit Papara. And it was dangerous because there was no heat from the sun.

Now, in Papara Village, this was just as true as everywhere else. If not more so. They say that the eye in the calm of the storm. Well, that was the opposite with this front. The eye happened to be passing over Papara currently. And the temperatures were almost unbearable.

However, all of that suddenly seemed to lift. The eye seemed to suddenly become calm as a figure walked out of the raging circular perimeter of whiteness that surrounded the village. He was dressed in an unbuttoned white trench coat that led down to his legs, and some kind of white fancy pants. He wore nothing on his chest, so the only protection on his upper body was the trench coat. He also wore a mask that divided his face in two. The mask only covered the right side of his face, and the vertical line where it ended was perfectly straight, hugging his face. There was no holes on the mask, not for the nostril, eye, or half a mouth covered. The color was white.

It would appear as though he was Caucasian, because, his skin was more pail than that of a fresh corpse. He walked without shoes, and carried only a walking stick with him, a cane of sorts. It was roughly a three to four feet tall, which was drastically overseen by his lengthy nine foot tall height. It was made out of an odd type of wood, no doubt Silverforce, and it had a small, decorative chrome skull at the top of it, probably to hold it by. Which was exactly how he was holding it.His hand gripped around the cane, using it to propel his walking. Despite the fact he had just walked out of a blizzard, he appeared to be comfortably warm and entirely snow free. On the top of his head, sat a white top hat, which only added to his already nine foot tall completion by adding a foot or so. He did appear to be totally bald. Despite the fact he wasn't overly muscular, his perfect abs might show that he was stronger than he looked. However, he was also extremely skinny.

As he stepped out of the blizzard, he cracked his neck a few times, acting like he just got out of a tight space. He flexed for a bit as he allowed the Gerudo's to come out and see the man who had stepped out of the blizzard and whose presence made the freezing temperatures disperse. The full moon gave enough lighting for them to get a good luck a him, who was now standing in the square, but not enough lighting for him to examine them all. Looking around at all the people gawking at him, he finally decided to speak. His voice was charismatic and hypnotic.

"Do any of you happen to know where I can find the man they call Matt Wittherson? Don't ask why, because I will choose not to tell you, for my business with him is my own." He stood there, looking them all over as he spoke. He looked at them long and hard, to search their soul's should they be hiding anything from him. He also made sure that he got eye contact with most of them, as he had been able to hypnotize people into helping him before. "Where is he?"

OOC: Ok, this takes place during the War between Hyrule and the Dark, to all those who are reading this. Also, don't join unless you receive an invitation.

"Matt Witherston? What would you want with him?" A voice called out. It was Denkou, the lightning thief, and, by now, a herald of sorts for Kasei D Gobi. "Really, a wierd baldy comes fresh out of a blizzard like it was nothing. That's some interesting ability you must have." The noisy teen said, grinning. "Now, usually, people notice when they are about to get fried. Do you?" He threatened, as the lightning was already forming in his hands.

"You're a creepy white guy, and you look overall out of place here. You must be a freind of Old Orph, eh?" The thief asked obnoxiously, while more electricity built up.

The man waited a while after the Denkou spoke. He thought over his words carefully, wondering if he should tell the man his intentions with Wittherson, if that would change anything at all about the equation. Denkou didn't even know the man's true purpose, and yet he seemed to be very threatening. Two could play that game.

"As I said previously, my intentions with the Wittherson boy are my own, and I don't need to tell you anything. I have no clue who this "Orph" is, but I suggest you don't attack me, unless you want me to kill you, and all these innocent civilians here. Judging your energy pool, you don't even stand a chance against me. Now, just discharge your spell without attempting to harm me, and I might consider sparing you," explained the man. Unknown to others, he was shifting all his agility into the hand that was spread out, pushing his staff into the ground, and a fraction of his powers to the other hand. This would allow him to react with a magic and/or physical attack in the blink of an eye should anything happen.

OOC: Yeah, good luck figuring out who I based this guy off of. Sorry about the short post, I couldn't think of what else to say.

OOC: Hmmm . . . . the godfather?

IC: Denkou was shocked. This white guy just called him weak. That's something that usually isn't smart to say to someone who has control over lightning. Usually, The Thief wasn't aware of the fact that the HatMan was making small adjustments to his power.

"Step on me like that . . . eh? TAKE THIS!" He roared, launching an impresive electrical attack against the HatMan. However, the lightning only went a few feet before it was stopped by another individual . . . one who was not so foolish as to get in an unnessesary battle, Kairos.

"It seems my idiotic freind here has caused you trouble." He said. "If you do not wish to give your name, then that is fine. My name, however, is Kairos. I oppologize for Denkou's . . . radcal behavior. He is very energetic. Now, I believe you were looking for someone?" The psychic asked.

OOC: Halfway through this, my laptop lost connection to the internet. It's back now, but that's the only reason the post is as large as it is; either type more, or lose this page and the paragraph I typed.

Oh, and HatMan is your guys new name . . . deal with it.

OOC: No, it isn't the god-father, but you'll see at the end of this post.

IC: The man just stood back, he was going to simply lift his cane and jam it through the center, causing it to shatter. However, Kairos appeared before that could happen, cutting the man's fun short. Killing was a form of art. A means of expressing his feelings. There is no feeling like it to paint the blood of men all over the ground. Or, if you simply want a clean kill, that, in itself is a master piece. Not that he wanted to kill if he didn't have to, but he could be artistic and professional about it.

"Well, you're in luck," stated the man who turned from Denkou to look straight into Kairos' eyes, judging him. A psychic, Kairos probably knew what he was doing. The man noted that he was trying to subconsciously trying to calm him from actually killing anybody.

"He wasn't that much trouble at all. Apology excepted. As I have stated twice now, I am looking for a man by the name of Matt Wittherson. As for him name, you may call me Baron Samedi." His accent was not unlike that of somebody from a voodoo cult. Could it be possible that a voodoo god was now after Wittherson? The question remains...

OOC: Like I said, his name has been revealed. Nobody be pissed that he also happened to be a character in a James Bond movie, because he is actually a religious icon, not unlike Buddha or Allah. Your move, D. Gobi.

Kairos nodded his head. "I know not of any man by that name." He stated quite bluntly. "However, if he may have passed by here, I might be able to find out quite a bit of his past, present, and future. After all, I already know your past, why you are here, and every possible future for you, me, Denkou, and everything else I see. What future you will choose, I have no idea. That is up to you." He said in a monotone.

"Excuse me, I must have trailed off. I love explaining myself." He said, noteing odd looks he was recieving from people. Denkou walked from behind him. "So, Baron, eh? Nice name." He said cockilly. Already, he felt like punching Kairos in the face for making him look like an idiot. However, he knew that Kairos already would block it, and decided against it.

"Anything that you have to offer about the man would be nice," noted the man, voodoo accent in tow. "I have a very blocked mindset, and I guarantee you that fishing out information from me would be futile. I don't mean to speak ill of your talents, but I am a deity. Even a psychic is no match for my skill. Don't feel intimidated, but if you could see what you could dig up on the boy, that would be nice." He let the hand go off the cane, and it met with the other, folded down by his lower stomach with his arms hanging down. The cane, despite the fact it wasn't buried in the sand, seemed to stay upright, almost unnaturally.

Then he noticed Denkou wondering about Kairos as he apologized about trailing off. "No problem," stated Samedi professionally. Then he noticed Denkou's statement. "Well, it is actually a title. I have been bestowed with such an honor. As for the name Samedi, it is an alias, nothing more, nothing less. My comment about being a deity is the most enigmatic thing about me. However, I will give you my word that I am a god where I come from."

He was thinking about warning Kairos about Denkou's intentions, but he figured he would just speak up to Denkou. "DO NOT EVEN THINK ABOUT IT," he said slowly, enunciating every word slowly, savoring the threat.

Kairos smiled as the information was unveiled. "How interesting . . . I happen to know someone who serves a god. Perhaps you know him?" He asked, but got back on tast as Baron threatened Denkou, who simply looked at him with distaste.

"This man, he's about 20ish, has black hair, is about roughly six feet in height, carries a weapon known as the Sword of Rifts, can be found with Orpheous and company, does not originate in this world, is highly knowledgeable on many subjects. It that him?" Kairos asked.

OOC: You didn't have to quote me word for word.

IC: "Most likely not. I am not familiar with the deities of this world," stated the Baron answering Kairos question. He looked back at Denkou, shouting into his mind, "You might as well leave."

Then he thought about the actual knowledge that had been given to him. That was the guy. "Yes, he is the one I am looking for," answered Baron. "Do you know where I can find him? Also, who is Orpheous?"

Denkou heard the warning from Baron, and turned. "If you need me, you know where I am." He said to Kairos, who nodded. The psychic, in turn, decided to be straitforward with Baron. "I know not where he is. My psychic abilities allow me to see the past and future of an area or a person, but only so long as I am near that which I am scrying. Though I know that Matt was here, and that he talked with the natives, I do not know where he is now, because that does not effect the past or future of this town." He said.

"Naturally that makes sense," muttered Samedi paying no attention to Denkou. His mind continued to think. He could sense something about the natives. All he had to do was ask around. However, there was a question that went unanswered.

"Who is this Orpheous?" asked the Baron, wanting to have a little insight about the knowledge of the one called Orpheous.

Kairos only now realised that he had not answered the question. With a strange look, he thought over. "I have never encountered the man. My ally, however, the man who just left, has had a few personal experiences with him, as has my other freind, Kasei D. Gobi. I know that he is an inkweaver, and is a common sight in Hyrule Castle. He runs the People's Front of Hyrule, I believe." The psychic addressed, as an odd thing happened; what appeared to be a third eye emerged from his forehead, as he closed his other eyes. "I recall everything I was ever told. If you need me to go more in-depth with him, please ask."

OOC: FYI, Kasei, Denkou and Kairos are all nuetral, with Kasei nuetral but slightly leaning towards Order, Denkou slightly leaning towards Chaos, and Kairos completely Nuetral.

"Well, if he runs an organization, he must not be that hard of a man to find," commented Samedi. After pondering, he realized something though. Perhaps this "Orpheous" might be a hindrance in Samedi's mission. And considering a hindrance may be considered an enemy, he followed the concept that you need to get to know your enemies. He thought more about the manner, wondering if he should research information or simply ask. He decided to make it easy on himself.

"I am sorry if I am wasting your time, but all the information you have to offer would be nice," stated Samedi. "I need to get to know this man who is obviously so close to Matt. And if you could me some other information about that group of people, that insight would be useful as well."

Kairos smiled. "Of course." He said, then scoured his memories. "Orpheous is an Inkweaver. Therefore, he can summon anything from out of a book. He fought against Kasei D Gobi in the Royal Tournament, and won. He has quite a few allies, Silna, Snowflake, Bou, Simon, etc, and is the leader of the PFH. You can often find him at North Castle." The psychic concluded.

"Ah, yes, now I know the one," stated Baron in his voodoo accent. "I think I'll just stay in town for a while, get resupplied and the like. Thank you for the advice and support. He handed Kairos a bag filled with rupees, producing it from behind his jacket. "Tell no one of me," he added, handing the psychic the bag. "Especially of my kindness, I'm having an off day and I'm a frustrated by my wondering. I am typically not this great to be around, nor am I this polite or non-violent. Thank you for making my job easier than it would have been should not have spoken with you."