Denning stood from his seat, and went to Nogare.

"He needs rest. If he was cursed in that cave, I'd bet something bad still is in there. Dunno if you wanted to go, but I am."

Denning pulls over his hood, and slowly follows Azador.

OOC: Isn't it Azador? Or is it Jarod? Or is Azador's meaning Jarod? Or does he have both names? ... And why did you make your username Jarod the dark mage, if his name is Azador? o_O

IC: Nogare nodded to Denning, even as his back was turned to him. Nogare then turned back to the crowd. "Everyone! Worry not! Let us come back to our merry selves in this time of victory!" He returned to his table for his mug, raised it, and cheeried, "To victory!"
"To victory," called the crowd in reply. But it was not as cheerful as Nogare had hoped, for some murmured it, some cheered but didn't drink to it, and some didn't even join it, but rather watched Azador. But some saw Nogare's purpose, and joined along with him.

OOC: Please, for people other than Marin; if you were in the Battle for Ruto, then PLEASE REPLY HERE! PLEASE!!

Alpha slowly sighs as he thinks to himself. 'Why am I even here . . . ?' his mind asks. Yes, the battle is won, and Ruto is saved, but the Sheikah has never been a fan of celebrations . . . or of being around people, for that matter. He had followed the others here only because he was slightly worried that the attack may not be over yet; it was possible, although unlikely, that there were extra enemies waiting in the wings. It has happened to the Sheikah before; but he doubts that these Exiles are as smart as the Hakiems Tribe is.

And so, he stands next to the entrance, never having grabbed any drinks or joined the celebration. The incident with Azador had gathered his attention, true, but Denning will be more than enough to handle whatever situations that may occur in that scenario. Regardless, any second now, Alpha will probably turn and follow his fellow Sheikah out, not to join him in helping the mage, but in order that he might get away from this crowd . . .

OOC: Well, I replied.

And Jarod is the username; Azador is the character. He named himself Jarod most likely because that's the name he often uses whenever he's online in forums and such.

OOC: yes, I use the name jarod it to hide my identity ( altough you know my name, Nogare ) and Azador is my charcters name.
And this acctually takes place a long time ago.
So please don't talk over things that have happend in the future.

IC: Alraight, you can all join..
the cave In the Thicket west of the parapa cave.

can I come, too?

kasei chimes up, now fully drunk on ale...

OOC: can I come?

OOC: Well done, Alpha! Well done!

Alpha wrote:Yes, the battle is won, and Ruto is saved, but the Sheikah has never been a fan of celebrations . . . or of being around people, for that matter.

Then I guess that makes Kasei very special, eh?



Okay, I getcha now, Marin and Jarod. And I shall never mention the name to another! Whether you do or not is up to you, Jarod.

IC: Seeing the few people from the battle leave sank Nogare's heart, but it is no suprise; for Sheikah are not very celebrative, so he let them go. He must have some Sheikah in him, too, for even this celebration was not enjoyable. Though he did not dislike it, for he had made many people happier with it.

He then sat at his table, and saw a shadow in the far wall of the tavern, looking at him*. He ignored it for a while, and drank a bit more of his ale, but he looked again, and the fellow still sat, looking at him. Nogare saw Aldo walk by merrily, and he caught his sleeve. He said, "Sir! Who is that?"

"I don't know; I can't see from here." The Ruto guard obviously didn't bother to consider who is was, because he went on, laughing along with his friends.

Nogare, without looking at you**, he posed, "What do you think he's looking at me for? What do you think I should do?"

OOC: *This seems to happen all the time, eh; a shadowy guy's in a corner of a tavern, and is staring at someone, eh?

**You being whoever hasn't left. Savvy?
-Nogare

EDIT: OOC: Okay, anyone post now. I need this to continue.

OOC: Azador and I both left earlier, but I dont know if you wanted me to come back to the celebration, since your starting something else up in there it looks like, so just let me know if I should come back or not.

OOC: Sure... but it has only been a few minutes since you guys left, supposedly in the story, so perhaps you never left...

OoC: Nice touch with the music, Nogare, it put me in a cheery mood right away

OOC: I got the email that someone replied, so...

Thanks .

OOC: Okay, I'm gone, right? And I'm getting nowhere with the story. Instead, start replying to this for your own stories. The Battle for Ruto stuff is no more. Go ahead ^_^.
-Jim

PS: Sorry for double-posting. I'm starting to be bad with that...

Two unusually short people walked into the tavern. Anyone who wasn't too drunk would realize that these were not the typical vertically challenged adults, but children. The first one through the door was a girl with long, black hair. Behind her, a boy who looked much like her, but with short hair, stalked in. The boy seemed suspicious of the people in the tavern, as if he believed they meant him harm. The girl, on the other hand, glanced around the tavern, ignoring any odd looks she got from people who thought they were too young to be in here. She walked up to the bar and had to reach quite high to slam a handful of rupees down on the bar. "Bartender," she said, her soft voice drowned out by the noise. She spoke again, this time louder, "Bartender!"

The evening had been rough, and news of these elite ReDeads wasn't helping the situation any, if the rumours were true. And all he could really do was clean cups and use them again to serve more beer. What a life he head. The seed didn't fall far from the tree, but he still regretted submitting to his father's wishes and becoming a bartender instead of a soldier or something. Being under the command of Captain Aldo would have been an honor...

Behind his balding head, a small voice could be heard demanding his acknowledgment. He turned, his voice rolling with boredom, grunting that he was coming. But no one was there. His eyes scanned the room for where the voice could have come from, to no avail. Perhaps it was his own paranoia or to be like a soldier on his guard, but he reached under the counter and felt for his crossbow for those situations when things in the tavern got out of hand, or when he was cleaning up at the end of the day and heard a noise behind him...

But when he saw where a a large faction of nearby customers were staring, he looked cautiously over the counter. And there, staring up at him expectantly were two twin children, a boy and a girl. He put his crossbow away in an instant and leaned down at them incredulously.

"What are you two doing here in a place like this? Your parents are probably looking for you. But what do you need? I'll help you find them if you like. They probably aren't too far away... Do they come here often?"

The girl was the one to answer the questions. "Our mom doesn't care where we are. She kicked us out." Kicked out wasn't the best way to describe it; it wasn't as if they lived in a nice cozy home with a cute little fireplace, no, they spent their young lives moving from place to place with their mother, until she finally grew tired of them weighing her down. Behind her, the boy was staring at the bartender with his piercing, murderous eyes. "We don't care where she is, either. And even if we wanted to find her, you wouldn't be able to help us."

The girl's eyes moved from the bartender to the bottles of liquor behind him. "We need a bottle of the strongest stuff you have, and make sure it isn't any of that sissy sweetened crap. We are going to fight the monsters in the South, and we need something to clean our wounds with." She knew she probably broke one of the rules that assassins adhered to, but saw no harm in telling the bartender that they were going to kill monsters. Practically everyone in Hyrule was doing it.

The bartender was so shocked, he couldn't decide whether to laugh at their desperation to do what grown-up adventurers would do, going to fight evil, or to cry his eyes dry from how their mother had just abandoned them. That would definitely inspire independence and quick maturing, but to fight a whole infested wasteland like that? Dangerous place, that side of the land, and definitely no place to let these kids. He looked towards the door, and said, "Tell your friend that I'll fight him myself for sending you two kids in to get him what he wants. These are troubling times, but if he wants to drown himself in his sorrows, he'll have to do it without your help. The South is dangerous, kids, don't even joke about that. Leave that to grown-ups, we'll be safe in no time." However, even as he uttered these words, safety would be overrated... but children like these would believe him... right...?