Hyrule Adventures 2

After the short venture from the crater where Creator was found, through the Ruto Steppes(?), through the outskirts of Tantari Desert, and a short walk through picturesque, though simply named, North Forest, the group had come to the home of the ranger, Dogura Shadowclaw.

"Let me down, Goron." said Creator, as he was put down on his feet by the large Goron who had carried him from the beginning. Though his legs seemed wobbly at first, Creator was able to stand upright. "Now, Darkin, will this friend of your's really help me? I seem to remember you screaming and running around when you first found me." he said, his tone somewhat jovial, as he remembered hearing it, but not too sure about seeing it.

The large Goron cracked his shoulder, and leaned against a large tree. Darkin was dwarfed compared to the Goron, and he looked up at him with a worried look for a moment, as he appeared from the trees, and then snapped back to attention. Darkin smiled warmly, and pointed behind Creator in an upward fashion. Dogura sat on the roof with a flute. He had obviously been relaxing, up until now, that is. "You needn't worry. I'm not a big chicken, like my Rito friend." Darkin winced. "You know Dogura, sometimes your little insults hurt." The samurai smiled, and slid off the roof, landing in the lush grass. It was freshly cut, and gave off the aroma to match it. "You're an odd fellow, aren't you?" Darkin slapped the vagabond over the back of the head. "Have some manners, you!" The samurai had obviously restrained from hitting his friend back, as his hand rose up a few inches, and then slunk back down his side.

"Many apologies my friend." Darkin stated, not wanting to provoke the creature. Who knows what kind of freaky power it had. "Well, Dogura, it crash landed right near New Peaktop! He's injured, and needs a place to stay for the time being." Dogura's eyes widened. "What? You're not seriously trying to tell me he's not of this planet are you?" Darkin solemnly nodded, and looked back to the creature. It was still doing it's best even to stand. The samurai seemed to explode on the inside. "How could you keep him exposed to Hyrule air so long?? If he catches one of our Hyrulian sicknesses, he likely won't have an immunity built up to handle it! He could die! Or worse, he could bring new diseases to Hyrule! It could cause a biological holocaust! Get him in my house this instant! Take him to the lab, we can treat him there."

Darkin nodded, and motioned for the Goron to help the creature. Dogura looked up at the Goron. "Excuse me for a moment. Who are you?" The Goron grinned. "You can call me Garley. I helped out your friend here. I'm a nomad, and I've traveled all the way from the farthest eastern reaches of Hyrule." Dogura nodded. "Alright, alright, if Darkin found you trust worthy, then its probably a bad idea to let you into the lab... but I'll let this one fly by." The Goron seemed a bit insulted, but he quickly shook it off, and helped creator into the house, where there was a nice little setup. There were two couches, a recliner, and the kitchen was visible as you walk in. There was a narrow hallway on the far left wall, and it seemed to also let into the kitchen. Darkin brushed past them, and began to fiddle with a lock on the floor. Dogura appeared in front of the creature, and his eyes narrowed at him. "How are you feeling? Can I get you anything? Its known that you shouldn't eat or drink anything at least an hour after you've undergone healing spells."

OOC: Let me know if anything needs edited.

Creator looked at Dogura for a moment, studying him, before answering. "I need no food, nor drink. Where I come from, it's only done for...uhm...how to put this..." he scratched the back of his helmet for a moment, thinking of the right word. "Well, fun. And besides, the only food there is berries that you don't even eat. You just touch them, and you get energized somewhat." he explained. "And, for sicknesses, I bring none. Where I come from, the stars don't twinkle, the moon doesn't shine, the birds don't sing, and the wind doesn't blow. To the pure body, it's the perfect existance." he said, seeming sad as he ended.

With a small shake of his head, he went back on subject. "As for sicknesses I would've gotten here, I am not too sure. But I would not die of them, that is for sure." he said, trying to make them a bit less worried. "Now, there is a reason I was in Hyrule, and I need to do it to the minimum at least." he muttered to himself, before looking back up. "Would it be alright if I asked you a question?" he asked Dogura.

Finally, Darkin got the last latch off, and he opened the door that revealed stairs. It lead into a dark basement. Darkin proceeded to descend into the darkness. His eyes did not steer him wrong. He made his way across the room. There was a previously unfinished project still on the counter top. It involved pollen, which could cause allergies. He bagged the experiment, and realized that he hadn't turned the lights on yet. His vision was that of an owl. He jogged over to the crank, and turned it. A dim light from above fluttered to existence. It would be a few minutes before they were at their full lighting power.

Dogura heard the crank being turned. It could use a good oiling... The samurai thought, before he heard the creature's voice. "Why sure, I'll be asking you all sorts of questions later!" He smiled a wide one. A rare sight upon this particular man's face. It was the smile of discovery, and new knowledge. He was exploding with excitement inside, but he always did his best to hide any emotion that may overcome him. "So, what is it you wanted to ask?" Garley walked over to the door on the floor, and peeked inside. He knew right away that he wasn't going to fit through. "If you don't mind Mr.Dogura... I'll just wait up here." he stated, looking back down into the lab. He had never seen such a thing. It was as if many torches burned bright, and were only burning brighter as the seconds ticked by...

Creator closed his eyes for a moment, making where his eyes had been small, empty caverns, big enough for a normal-sized hand to fit through. A second later, they came back to life, and he was staring at Dogura with the utmost seriousness. "Do you know of a man named Sethu Reginald Worruson?" he asked, before thinking it over, and adding, "Though I am sure he would be around thirteen years old at this time."

The chestplate on his armor glowed for a moment, and, looking down at it, Creator pressed it, allowing a familiar Kirby look-alike to appear in his hand. "Listen, Pom." he whispered to the creature. "We are guests here, so no messing with anything, and, no matter how many times they call it that, do not leave any presents in this house." He set down the little creature then, as it began to roll down the stairs, greeting Darkin with his namesake.

At the mentioned name, Dogura focused on the last name. "Worruson". Immediately, he remembered the announcer's booming voice at the arena. "Ranger of the east: Worru Worruson". He thought about this concept for a moment, and then decided to ask the one standing before him. "Are you sure he goes by the name: Sethu? I know a man named Worru by that very last name." He thought it to be true, but then he remembered the ranger's lack of skill. Could he have been holding back? Why is this creature looking for him? Does he mean the man any harm? Perhaps I should think before I just give out information.

A shrill shout was heard from the cellar. Darkin had obviously received Pom's greeting. Dogura jumped at the shriek, and glared down into the cellar, where he could make out the man's form. "Quiet down in there!" He shouted, still marveling at the alien's technology. "What is this armor made of?" He asked, before closing his eyes. "I'm sorry. My questions will come later. Are you looking for anyone by the name of Worru?"

OOC: There, are you happy Worru? Thats right. I took it literally, and made a stinkin AMV about this post. And shut up FireFox, just because you don't know a word, doesn't mean that it doesn't exist. Take axe for example. I had to add that to this thing's dictionary. Well, hope you're happy...

OOC: I'm going to forget that "lack of skill" comment.

IC: Creator put his hand on his chin, thinking it over for a moment, before speaking up. "They told me of this. He goes by it because, as a child, his mother continously used the word 'Worry' around him and, with his last name's first syllable being 'Worru', took it to being his name. You don't think a parent would name their child 'Worru Worruson', would you?" he asked, sounding like he was joking at the end. "As for my armor, I know that whatever it is made of, it is easily hurt by crashes." he said, making a joke, a very painful joke, that is. "Now, what questions would you like to ask?" he asked.

Pom had jumped up, and was hugging the side of Darkin's face, making his namesake known in a very happy tone. "Pom! Pom pom pom, pom pom. Pom pom?" he said, changing his tone at times. He only knew Darkin, since he couldn't see Burlo, and just thought some wandering voice had answered.

OOC: That would be much appreciated In actuality, you showed a lot of RP skill, the likes of which I had never seen out of you

IC: Dogura shook his head. "No, no, you should be taken into treatment before we share stories." He motioned to the ever brightening lab area. "Now, remember to tell no one what you saw here today. My laboratory is to remain top secret. If this kind of technology fell into the wrong hands... I myself am not quite sure what could result from my testing..." The samurai continued down to the lab, and pulled a sheet off of a table. Dogura turned to Darkin, and noticed the previously unseen creature latched to his face. "Good Goddesses Darkin!! What in Farore's gale is that??" It didn't seem like a big threat, so Dogura refrained from reaching for his dagger. Darkin pulled the small creature off of his face, and held it away from him, looking at it with a small smile.

"Isn't it adorable? I call him Pom, because all he can seem to say." Dogura looked it over, and rubbed his chin. It was then that he realized he hadn't shaved in a good while, but he digressed at the moment. There were bigger matters at hand. "I suppose it is rather cute... Intriguing really." Dogura opened a cupboard, and extracted a few blankets from within it's reaches.

He made his way back to the table, and spread them out evenly along the table. He placed a pillow at the top, and walked back across the room, and proceeded digging through a drawer. "Darkin, you have work to do. Our guest needs medical attention. So stop playing, and grab a few spell-books." The samurai finally found what he was looking for. He meandered across the room, and knelt down to the small kirby-like creature, and handed him a rubber band. "Pom, play with this." Standing back up, certain that it would keep the small life-form satisfied. He motioned for Creator to relax on the table. Darkin was rummaging though one of the many book shelves, when he found just what he was looking for. A book of Hyrulian spells, and how to cast them. Not that he had never casted them before, but his partner, Dogura, never trusted him to do anything by memory. At least the samurai's heart would be at ease if Darkin had an open book in front of him to guide him along.

OOC: Did Creator ever mention his name to Dogura? Sorry it toom so long to post this.

OOC: No, he didn't. Stupid me. And, ZV, because of that remark, in the next fight of Sethu vs. Dogura, you will die by stabbity death, even if I have to bring in a Black or Blue Mage.

IC: Pom had the band for only four seconds, and the little guy was wound up in it. All he did now was bounce around, keeping an eye on Creator, who was his home, actually.

Creator put himself on the table, looking around at the laboratory to scan over everything. He had seen technology aeons beyond this, but he had to say, they had been doing a good job so far. "Well, I will, but only if you promise to keep my technology a secret." he said, after making sure all of this technology was, well, not able to be messed with by Pom. "And, pardon my french, but my name is Creator." he said, after mentally slapping himself for it.

Dogura turned at the voice. "Creator huh? Thats an odd name... No offense, I've not heard many names like my own, I'm just saying..." He trailed off, and allowed Darkin to concentrate. The rito pretended to look upon the book, and this finally calmed Dogura. "Excuse me, Creator sir... but... This is actually hard of me to ask but... Unless you can pinpoint your injuries, I'm going to need you to take your armor off." The mage shifted uncomfortably. "If you need everyone to leave, I can make it so..." He added, a touch of assurance on his voice.

OOC: Oh really now?

Creator made a sound that could've been a laugh, or a groan. "My injuries are mainly in my legs. I know this, and, my armor cannot be removed. My brothers can remove theirs, but theirs aren't prototypes." he said, pointing to the large metal things he calls legs. "Without some strength in them, I can't walk without help." he added. "Until I am reunited with Council Castle, I cannot be at my full power." he explained, the chestplate showing a strange purple castle.

Burlo followed behind the trio as they traveled to the house in the woods simply because he had nothing better to do--He didn't feel like begging any more for the day, and when you visit someone's house, it's usually customary that they give you something to drink. When they finally arrived, he had built up quite a thirst from the trek, and ducked behind a bush. Needless to say, it didn't really hide all of his bulk, but you still couldn't see him sneak another bottle out of his jacket and go at it with a passion. He spent the next few minutes gulping the bottle down, then took out another. As he attempted to open it, however, he heard a shriek from inside the house. He realized that they had left him outside, and scooted through the front door, stuffing his bottle away. He saw that the only one left was the Goron, and he took a seat across from the giant, waving cheerfully and giving a boyish grin.

"'ello dere, Rocky. How'sit goin' wit ye?" He asked as another shout--This one from somebody new; Probably that Dogura fellow the bird was talking about--came from below.

Darkin nodded, understanding now that it most likely was much more than armor. More like a skin to him. The mage shuddered at the thought of asking a man to remove his skin. "Alright, sorry. I'll do all I can for your legs." The Rito cleared his throat, and cracked his knuckled. An odd green light formed around his hands. He began to mutter something in a different language, as he waved his hands through the air in circular "eight" style motions, before waving them both to one side like a tide over an ocean. Going by that analogy, the light spread from his hands, and washed over the designated spot like a wave of cold water over a dry and dying desert.

This was Darkin's favorite, and most used healing spell. He had created himself, and this was part of the reason why he was considered a "legend" among Rito Scholars and Clerics. Finally, he zig-zagged his hands back and fourth, passing over each other as if he were stitching up a wound. The motions were smooth, and swift, but not too swift. Healing magics were tricky. One false move on certain spells could mean fatalities for the patient. This however, was not one of those spells, and the Rito would avoid those types of spells if at all possible. But should the day ever come that he has to make a tough decision, he would like to be best at it. And so, he would practice such perfection on minor spells.

Finally, he had finished with the lower part of body, and Dogura clapped. "Well done! I wouldn't expect anything less from you Darkin!" He smiled, and walked over to the side of the table. "Dogura, the easy part is over. Its more complicated working on the torso, where there are many vital organs to attend to, and in some cases avoid." Dogura looked a bit shocked. He had forgotten that Darkin was so knowledgeable. He smiled slightly, when he realized that Darkin was not even paying attention to the book. He closed his eyes, and stepped away from the table. "Alright Darkin... Go ahead." The Rito once again needed direction on where to operate. "Creator, where does it hurt now? Your legs, do they still ache?"

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The Goron heard the voice address him as "Rocky" from behind. He turned around, and loomed over the man, as if he were about to lose it. "Oh, hello there! I hadn't realized that you didn't get here until now! My name is Garley, but most people call me Garr." He held out his large Goron hand in an offering of a handshake. "By the way, could you speak a little clearer? I'm lucky I caught that last part, you sound as if you're mumbling!

OOC: Sorry for the wait Worru. And you just gotta love Burlo XD You outdid yourself upon his creation Saber.

Creator looked at his legs, then at Darkin. "They do not ache. But, my chest hurts, but mainly from the energy needed to form Pom. I need to, as he acts as a second mind to me. I see what he sees, know what he knows, taste what he tastes, and so on and so on." he explained, but then got up to sit on the table. He looked an awful lot like a child going to a doctor like this, due to his height. "But, do not worry about it. My body can regenerate the nessicary energy for me to function." he added, before looking back at Darkin. "Now, is there anything else you need to do?" he asked.

Pom was still bouncing around, tied up in the rubber band. He stopped, noticing a little stray blue hair on the ground. His gaze turned to Creator, who blinked twice. This meant yes, and, after somehow untangling himself from the band, he picked it up, and absorbed it, his body now displaying red and black paches on his feet, and side horns, which he used as arms, as well as his top horn becoming entirely blue.

Darkin raised an eyebrow. "Anything I need to do? You mean... you're already feeling better? I understand now that Pom is a part of you, and as such, he's a part of your energy, am I right?" Dogura thought, and nodded at Darkin's words. "That would make sense. Creator, do you require anymore healing?"

OOC: You made it seem as if you were completely healed, and it would only be a matter of time. Is that the case? If so, then awesome, that didn't take very long This is getting more interesting than I thought it would be Worru. I certainly underestimated your abilities before. I'm glad to say that your topic has dragged me in!