Darilan tries to stiffle his laugh, but he can't. Instead he lets it out; he laughs loudly. A big grin is on his face. "I am sure you could take care of them Grenada, I am sure of that." The old stab stab. ROTFLMAO! he thinks.

"OK," Grenada starts laughing, "Sure you laugh now, laugh it up. But you're gonna owe my some major cash when I save your ass." He puts away his sword, then gives a smile to show Darilan that he's just playing around.

*By this time seeing all that Grenada has done and said K-Shat is rolling on the ground laughing. Squeezing out his words that are muffled by his laugh he says* "I don't know if you have noticed but you are Hyrule's only mercenary my friend. And I heard that monsters these days don't get hurt when they get the old "stab stab" to the shin, since thats all the higher you can reach."

His eyes could have been described as if they had flashed red, but he just gave a little grunt and let out "OK, well... ummm. crap" he mutters to himself before he comes up with what he believes is a good explanation. "Yeah, I will give them the old stab stab! See they are going to be going uphill and therefore their faces will be exposed. Then, I can stab stab their faces and in turn not their shins. What now?" He beams to K- Shat, happy that he has good logic.

"Well, I don't know about their faces... But, just maybe if they are running up hill you might catch them in the knee caps." *K-Shat is laughing at is own comeback* "How do you like that comeback, Comrade."

Leon snorts a little louder than he wanted when Grenada said he'd give anyone the old "stab stab".He laughs out loud when K-Shat states that the Deku mercenary can't hit anything higher than a man's shins.When Grenada used the logic,Leon replies,"That'll work,but if the person's a goliath then I doubt you'll be able to pierce their faces.".

"Guys, guys, have faith in the little fellow. You never know when he is going to save your lives by giving a minion of Ganon the 'old stab stab.'" He looks at his feet because he anticipates odd looks and laughter. The grin on his face is not easy to hide either. Finally he cracks and lets out more laughter, "Well it's true; it could happen!"

Grenada is thoroughly pissed off now. Breathing hard, quiet squeaks are released as he lets the air out of his lungs. He backs up a few feet so he can see all three of the offenders. Throwing open his robes, which reveals his armor, he flashes the hilt of his sword. Drawing the blade, he pulls it back beside his head holding with both hands. "WHO WANTS SOME?!?!? HUH!!?!!" His eyes a pure red now, it looks as if he's bleeding from his eyes, but something tells you he's not. He flips the hood over his head with a shake, and gives a loud deep scream. Swinging the sword with his right hand around a couple times, he prepares his feet and readies his mind. He points his left hand at the group "IS IT THAT F@*#$^% FUNNY NOW?!?"

Amid the chaos, you begin to wonder what that sound is. Yes, though people are laughing and shouting, there's another odd earful in the mix.

First, it sounds like a nest of flying insects coming towards you. As it comes closer, you recognize the drone as some sort of music, like a chord. It's coming from over there, by those trees. Something like a bagpipe's drone, or maybe like a string quartet holding a major chord indefinitely. It's getting louder.

Then the melody notes. While a bit gravelly, you find it... pretty. It's joyful.
Very joyful--a tune that does not in any way match the voice shouting amid the group, and would only match the laughter if it were not derisive. Maybe it would fit the atmosphere if the laughter was coming from fairies. Fairy children. Happy, Fairy children, laughing in Fey.

...

From the edge of the clearing comes Arco, walking as his hands and fingers move. Hurdy-gurdy hanging over a shoulder on a single strap, his right hand turns a crank smoothly while his left fingers, palm resting on the center of the instrument, press and depress the keys of the hurdy-gurdy. Well. He must have been practicing.

With the Bard in this range, the music makes you feel... healthy, like you've been eating right and exercising regularly in the past few days. You'd swear that your itch--or scab, or cut, or nasal congestion--is starting to go away. Healing music?

Then, Arco looks up, breaking from the concentration of walking and playing at the same time. His happy smile (since when have you seen him with a happy smile!?) falls somewhat, and his right hand slows to a stop. The music follows suit, dropping in tone in the way that someone's singing might sound if you plunge their head underwater.

He stops, frigid, watching Grenada fearfully from three or four feet above and several feet away.

I have intruded on something. Oh dear!

The face that was filled with gaity transforms itself into something blank. It has become stone seriousness. Darilan's change is not an act, but a reaction. Around the castle, he developed such a demeanor and personage that would keep him out of trouble.

He didn't like that. He needed to become more real. Since joining the Hyrulean Knights, he had begun to change. His recent actions have not become him, rather they were only masks. When he saw that he crossed the line, he take the mask off.

The moment seemed to stop in the silence of the abrupt closure of his happiness. Grenada looked like he was about to kill him. He had made him angry, something Darilan wasn't used to doing to people. That mask drew him into trouble.

He put on a new mask. A smile formed on his face again. The rain poured life into the desert. Flowers bloomed everywhere. He reached into a pocket of his black robe, pulled out a fountain pen and pointed it at Grenada. "Well, you will be no match for the deadliest scribe in Hyrule."

He points his left hand at the group "IS IT THAT F@*#$^% FUNNY NOW?!?"

Pende: Whoa! I didn't even do anything! I think you could make a good mercenary! Shins are very important, and you're perfect for stabbing them.

Pende backed a bit away from the group and Grenda, hoping not to be chaught in crossfire.

*After finishing his final laugh K-Shat said* "Ok Grenada I'm done, but it was fun while it lasted. So anyone know how to open this door?" 'I'm not afraid of Grenada's fury, but I don't wish to lose such a grand comrade and friend.'

OOC: Pende, Grenada is only angry at Leon, K- Shat, and Darilan because they were laughing at him. He was only talking to them.

IC: Grenada was either ignoring the Hurdy-Gurdy or he didn't hear it, because he had his eyes locked onto the trio. First he sees Darilan's facial change, now he's apparantly happy or something, 'what's up with that?' Then as Darilan reached into his pocket, a tightened grip, a slight weight shift. He was ready, and as Darilan drew out the pen, 'GO!!!' The muscles in his legs powered him forward, not even thinking, a blur...

Heartbeats are the only measure of time... BOUM... 10 feet away, Darilan's smiling form still there... BOUM... 5 feet away, the figure grows in the passing of unknown increments of time... BOUM... 2 feet away, the Sheikan figure replaced by a glimpse of Pende running wildly, Grenada's looking the other way... BOUM... 2 feet away, a slash, toward Darilan's "weapon"... BOUM... Many more psychotic tries, not an end in sight, constant swinging...

Time reverts to normal as he stops. Leaning back onto his right leg, left leg fully extended. His weapon directly at his side, almost through his robes, both hands direct the path of the blade. Right hand gripping the hilt, left hand pointed at Darilan on top of the blade and then...

Time freezes, nothing, the tiny Deku had finally paused, the eternal frenzy was halted, his form a statue. Three words spill into the silent forest air... "No match, eh?"

*K-Shat stares blankly at what just happened* 'Wow, that was cool! I am glade that this here Deku is a friend of mine. He has great potential, and I now see him as the greatest Merc in Hyrule...even though he is the only...he will be a good asset on the battlefield' *After K-Shat is no longer in shock he squeeks out at Grenada* "Very impressive comrade, obviously this Scribe was no match for you...even though all he had was a pen, but all the same." *After giving Grenada a quick bow K-Shat looks to Darilan, the only word that he could think was* 'Wow'

"Whoa,whoa,"Leon says as Grenada broke out in a rather unexpected rage and unsheated his sword.His smile changed into a half-nervous,half-icy-cold frown.He mutters,"Cool out,man.I apologize for the-er-rather annoying laughter.".He knew that he must be able to control his fury,or else he'd become mincemeat--once,a year ago,while in training,once he unleashed his wrath,he blindly and rapidly stabbed at Gorjak,who easily evaded his foolish stabs and punched him hard in the gut,sending him flying into the wall and knocking him out cold for nearly twenty minutes.

Remebering the door,he snarls-much like a wolf does-,"The @&*) door has to be removed.Wonder where this leads,though...it'd better be somewhere good,otherwise the Goddeses-know-how-much time we wasted here would be all for nothing.".He shakes his head,and walks away.