Narrator wrote:<img src="images/npcs/dekuscrub.gif" align="right">A Deku Scrub bounces about aimlessly, as the crowds pass around him, unaware of this od spectacle. Suddenly, the Deku Scrub begins to squeak loudly, "COME TO THE THICKET IN THE DEKU WOODS, WHERE WE ARE HAVING A SPECIAL ONE-TIME SUPER-SALE ON ALL DEKU-CRAFTED PRODUCTS. PLUS, YOU CAN MEET THE GREAT DEKU TREE, HOW CAN YOU RESIST?!"
The crowd shoots the Scrub a few looks and it quitely slinks away dejectedly.
Another Deku, who happened to help out at that shop in the Thicket, made his way in and around the crowd, trying to get to his friend, when he heard the wailing Goron. He rolled his eyes and approached the humanoid rock, bouncing a Deku Bundle in the palm of his hand. "Look, Mister, if you weren't so lazy, you could go to my friend's shop in the Thicket, which is only 2 days away, and get a freaking life supply of Deku Bundles! It would be far better for the community if you did these pointless errands on your own instead of wailing your throat out into a hollow molten rock for passing adventurers and travelers to do this babysitting for you. How long have you been here anyway? I've walked these streets before to visit my friend, and you're a common sight to see. Isn't it humiliating?"
He stares at the hopeless rock in front of him thoughtfully, then comes up with an idea! "I've got it! Every time you've ever tried to slap that thing onto that wagon of yours, it breaks under your weight! Here, let me put it on in a DEKU FASHION!" He proudly untied the Deku Bundle, and climbed up the wheel of the wagon like he was climbing a tree, and fitted the Deku sticks into the places he found most appropriate. The sticks fit in perfectly (which didn't surprise him at all), and he got a Deku string and attempted to reach around belly of the wagon, and tie the Deku not around this worthless piece of Deku wood wasted. Then he was stuck - he was so small, he couldn't reach the other side of the wagon while still holding his end of the Deku string. When he reached out too far, the string collapsed, and he was dangling off of it, with an uncomfortable mass of nots keeping him off the ground, like a noose should he have had a neck. He became a cursing, screaming mouse, blaming the piece of string for all of his life problems between Deku swears and other gibberish nonsense in his racial high-pitched voice. Among his exclamations, some Common words such as, "Stupid," "Dumb," "Stinking," and, "Piece of," were heard. By now, a handful of citizens had gathered around the pessimist Deku, for either amusement or just plain confusion.
"Daddy, why isn't the Shrub in the circus this year?"
"What did that Human child just call me?!" yelled the Deku, only now realizing that he was being watched by a bunch of people.
And I was the one who told the Goron to not humiliate him
self he thought with disappointment. He glared over at the Goron.
"YOU..." He could have said, "If it weren't for you, I wouldn't be here hopelessly trying to help you! I blame you for all of this! I hate you!" But instead it only came out as an offer for help. Instead, another Deku came out from the crowd with a Deku Dagger and cut the string. The bundles of wood fell to the ground along with the Deku himself with a loud squeak and a crash.
"Diehe?!"
"Foui! Trying to make people laugh again? After that one time in the Thicket I thought that would be the last try -"
"Diehe, that is the last reminder I need... Now send these pests off before I make the boss fire you!"
Diehe didn't bother to mention that he was a manager and Foui was just recently employed BY him. "Alright, everyone, off to your business." The people reluctantly left the Deku be.
Taking in a long Deku breath - so long that a ball of snot/saliva bubbled over his nose/mouth, then he exhales and it swatted at the road - he turned back to the Goron as if nothing happened. "There. Take it and use it... wisely..."
OOC: I don't see any god-moding, so I think I'm safe. At last, some comic relief in my life.
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The wind has died. The beating of my heart is faster than those of the battle drums. My sword is slimy with sweat. We're outnumbered. The gods can't save us. I can expect nothing. This then is glory, a mark in a legend doomed to be forgotten.
Then I see it & the drums & my heart stop beating in sync. There it is. I can feel its breath & eyes. Its desire to see blood. Red grass rather than green. The mass glows with shadows. Are we ready?
Are you, fellow adventurers?