Majora's Mask: The Untold Story ((Official RP))

It was a rainy day in Termina. From the cool, lush mountains of Snowhead; the sparkling waters of Southern Swamp; to the warm, clear waters of Great Bay; even the lost kingdom of Ikana felt the chill of the heavy rain. The area that felt the greatest chill, however, was Termina Field and its central Clocktown itself. The wind carried a heavy chill, occasionally whipping the rain this way and that. Normally a comforting, refreshing rain, today's downpour felt different... almost, ominous, and foreboding. A chill crept over all of Termina; no creature escaped its touch.

A Deku Scrub came scuttling west into Termina Field, emerging from Ikana Valley. She moved quickly, her little legs moving as fast as they could. In a poor attempt to cover herself from the rain, she held what appeared to be a tattered leather cloth above her head. She cursed the rain and muttered other obscenities to herself as she headed south.
The rain began to pour harder, and a breeze picked up. The Scrub shivered and winced, standing her ground against a wind that could easily knock her over. The leaves that hang loosely in a vine down her neck whipped behind her, several leaves flying off and blowing away. She cursed loudly, holding the leather cloth closer to her head. "Accursed RAIN!" she spat, suddenly gagging and coughing up a Deku Nut... into the wind.
As soon as she had hacked the thing up, it came flying back into her face, hitting her in the cheek. "SON OF A *#^%@%!!!" The Scrub held her cheek, cursing, and wrapped herself in her leather cloth. Flustered, she spotted shelter. Shelter!
The Scrub ran as fast as her legs could carry her what appeared to be a massive, hollowed out log. I'll just wait out the rain here, she thought. No one will notice I'm gone just a little longer. As she approached her shelter, she stopped in her tracks. A figure, barely taller than herself, had already claimed the space, and was huddled over, hugging a pair of fairies.
The Scrub scrunched up her snout in distaste. Might as well just head home then, she scowled. This Scrub was not one to be friendly. Disgruntled, she headed towards the entrance to the Southern Swamp.

He lay stretched out near the cliff face at the swamp entrance, his back to the stone. Most beings huddled for shelter against the rain, but not a Zora, not Mako. This was his element. He did shiver though, not from cold or wet but from uncertainty. This wasn't Hyrule. Similar, yes, but in the way one would find that someone's twin is not the same.
Like Shiryu and his brother. Mako's stomach clenched at the emptiness left by his friend's death. He wondered how Shiryu's twin, Koryu, was feeling. The two had shared a deep brotherly bond in mind and spirit, and the one's death was sure to leave a scarring impact on the other. "I'm sorry, Koryu...I should've seen that attack coming...Should've warned your brother," he muttered, almost deliriously.
Absently he held his weapon, a spear looted from a fallen monstrosity, close to him. He knew it was his only lifeline in this foreign place, and he trusted the strong mahogany shaft and razor sharp stone blade. He ran his fingers through the crimson fringe binding, the sensation comforting.
Mako winced slightly and shifted his position so his weight wasn't on his leg. It had been wounded in that battle which now felt so long ago. He had tried to cure it, but it had become infected and now ached to the touch. He squinted into the rain and saw the silhouette of a figure coming towards him. Swallowing, he picked up his spear and held it before him. "Who's out there? What do you want?"

Stumbling over a root, Ipsa found herself falling headfirst into a trunk at the exit of the Southern Swamp.

"@#%$" she mumbled as she picked herself up off the mud. Why, oh why did the speckled mushrooms only pop out of the ground during heavy rain? She had always hated walking in the rain, everything turned cold and slippery, even the ground. And oh joy, her home was in a bleeding swamp, where the ground was already soggy without the extra water. She quickly scanned the ground around her, trying to see if she dropped anything. Okay, everything looks to be in proper order. Pulling the hood of her rain shawl tighter around her face, she trudged out to Termina. She started stumbling again when a sudden call startled her. Oh... %#$@^@, a Zora? This far away from the coast? Her mistresses warned her about them and how dangerous they were when ticked off. Maybe, if she backed away, he wouldn't notice her and she'd get away with her skin.

Mako grunted as he tried to hold himself up, but collapsed back on the ground. "It's not like I have anything of value anyways, if you're a thief..." he called out apologetically. He clutched his spear tight. "I'm not afraid of you, though," he added, forcing some empowerment behind his voice. His head was swimming from the exertion. "Don't you dare think for a minute that I'm afraid."
Now he was rambling, his speech slurred from the exhaustion. "I'm not afraid of anything...not afraid..."
His spear slipped out of his hands and he fell back, his vision swimming. "...not..." He blacked out, his leg throbbing even into his unconscious state.

Rain...I hate rain...I don't usually believe in signs, but if this is to be my first impression of Termina...I don't like it. Being connected to nature, I can feel when things are out of sync, so to speak. Needless to say, something is very wrong here. I push these thoughts to the back of my mind as I turn my attention to my partner fairy, Lynn. "Hey...Lynn...You okay?" The fairy glares at me and I chuckle, somewhat reassured if she still has the energy to berate me for stupid decisions. I notice several large holes near where I am, and take care not to fall in them. No telling what unpleasent things could be in there. I jump over one, only to fall on a slick leaf and land on my face, nearly crushing my poor pal. Godsdammit what the crap just hit me!?" I feel Lynn start beating me in the head and fussing at me. "We've been over this, Ashley! Stop using foul language! The Great Deku Tree wouldn't like it and neither do I!" I slowly pick myself back up, nodding my head absentmindedly. I look around and notice there's no one around. Duh, you fool. That's to be expected! You're the only one out here because no one in their right mind, besides a Zora would dare be out in such a storm! Ceasing the mental berating of myself, I start walking in a random direction. I just hope I can find some shelter soon, I'm tired of being wet and I want a bath, Dammit!

(OOC: Sorry for the language! She's just a bit...disillusioned about the worlds and she's decided to heck with being proper when no one but Lynn is around. I also have gotten so used to writing first-person that it's pretty much automatic. Sorry if it annoys you, I'll try to change my way of writing if it doesn't work out for everyone!)

Location: Clock Town


Javen looked up into the sky gently holding up his hands, the guards watching I'm curiously as he spoke whimsically, almost musing as the rain fell. "Ousama noshe eja. This rain is different... it's Chilled with some unknown sorrow yet to be named or even imagined. Ousama noshe eja. This rain is different... Piercing more than cloth and skin. It chills bone and muscle, and all who feel are frightened."

He looked across the center of Clock Town to a couple who were fleeing the rain, her and her fiery red hair and he in blue. This made Javen smirk as he thought about writing a song. No one in this little town could know what was going to happen. not even he, but all could feel the ill in the rain.

As a tall figure in the distance approached and shouted, the Deku Scrub jumped in surprise. Quickly she pulled the leather cloth over her, masking all but her eyes. Quietly she watched him fall to his knees. What a strange... Zora? she wondered as she quietly approached. The masked Scrub approached him slowly, making a circle around him.
Lowering the pitch of her voice, she drew ever closer. "What brings you out here," she asks, a false authority in her voice.

Mako blinked awake at the sound of a voice, groaning. "Wh...huh? Why am I here?" He looked around, shrugging feebly. "I don't even know where here IS..." he croaked. "I...I left Zora's Domain...I had to, you see, I deserted...started walking and after a while ended up here." He squinted at the Deku Scrub. "Who are you, anyways?"

A deserter, huh? the Scrub thought. She let free a small grin from under her cloak. "Deserting your race as well, eh?" she whispered. Quietly she shook her head, clearing her throat and standing up straight. "My name is Garo-Caro. I am a proud Garo warrior." Caro gazed down at him with her glowing yellow eyes. "I may not know where Zora's Domain is, but it sounds rather... far... from where you are now?" She chuckled.

"Not by choice..." Mako faltered, confused. Obviously he was talking to a Deku Scrub (he could see a few leaves), so why did she identify as a Garo? He was too dizzy to make a point of it though. "My name is Mako...I come from Zora's Domain in Northern Hyrule...and seeing as you've never heard of it, I would judge that I'm farther from it than I thought." He made an effort to stand, but grunted and fell. "Damn it."

Crouched behind a nearby tree, Ipsa scanned the two figures. Now there was... A short person in a large cloak scouting the Zora. After a bolt of lightning lit up the sky, she finally could see a severe discoloration on one of his legs. Without thinking, she dug into her sidebad and pulled out a small bottle of red liquid, a practice red potion her mistresses had been teaching her to craft. But there was a problem here, would it work? And even so, what if he didn't want help? ... Or what if the masked figure was a thief? She couldn't hear their conversation over the roar of the pelting rain and distant thunder. Her mind was in a tangle, offer help? Or leave them to fate?

She felt a sudden heat in her fingertips as the bark of the tree her hand was resting on began to smoke slightly. Oh no, no you don't. She thought to herself as she jerked her hands away from the tree and backed up a few paces, making extra sure to not stumble, clenching her fists. Mustn't bring attention to yourself, Ipsa. Wait it out a bit, if it becomes ugly, then it will. You must look out for your own skin first. She huddled back behind the trunk and continued to watch the two figures.

Caro cocked her head to one side, observing the Zora. "You've been through a lot, haven't you?" she inquires, eying Mako's leg. "Might want to get that looked at. There's a couple of old hags out in the swamp who may be able to help you, should you wish."

Mako nodded blearily. "That...would be fantastic..." he blinked hard, trying to stay conscious, and failed miserably. He fell back into the mud next to his spear, out cold.

Koria scanned the ground from her perch above Ipsa, watching over the situation unfolding , the rain nothing but a nuisance to her vision. Scanning the cloaked figure looking at the tattered and well worn robes. She had never seen a garo before. Only hearing of there legend. Of course they could never be truly studied as there laws forced they to take there own lives with a bomb right before death. as for the zora next to it; she wasn't able to examine much. The hylien bellow her was not a true threat to her, nor did she look like she wished to involve herself in combat. She made her move silently sliding down the tree behind the girl and watching her from the shadows.

"Oh hell," Caro muttered, staring down at Mako. Begrudgingly, she attempted to pull him up around her shoulder. With all her might she pulled, but the no avail- she was too weak to lift him. Cursing, she scanned the field.
"HEY!" she exclaimed, "Anyone out there?"

Koria jumped, taken cleanly off guard by the garo's shouting. rolling out of the bushes into the field, a clear view for everyone to see, she stood up holding her hand over her head and cursing before looking over at the garo. still unsure of it.

At the sight of the giant reptile bursting out of the bushes behind her, Ipsa shrieked and tripped backwards over the tree roots. Well, that did it. She scrambled to her feet, covered in mud, and readied herself in case of an attack. Her fingers began to glow a dull red in the rain and steam smoked off her fingertips.

Koria groaned and rubbed her head looking over at the hylien. clearly she had underestimated her, however she wasn't looking for a fight. She looked over and smiled softly," sorry about that hun... got lost and decided to ah.. take a nap in the bushes... "

Caro raised an eyebrow, taken aback by the scene in front of her. A Lizalfos... and a Hylian? And they weren't at each others' throats?
She chuckled to herself and shook her head before clearing her thoughts. "HEY! Man-DOWN over here!!! Anybody feel inclined to help this Zora?"

Koria looked over at the garo and quickly rushed over"what do we have?" her training in the art of war taught her many things,one of which was medical on the field. hmmm by my own look I'm guessing long term infection.... have you had time to look him over love~?" she looked up at the garo both concerned and tense.

After the reptile had run over to the Zora, Ipsa lowered her arms and stopped the glow. Okay, nobody was going to attack. She took out the bottle of red potion again and jogged over to the fallen Zora. From the looks of it, yes, it was indeed an infection in the would. But would the potion work? That was the question.

Caro was taken aback at the politeness of the Lizalfos. "Erm.." she stammered, "I'm.. not really good with that sort of thing..." Caro then shifted her gaze to the Hylian. "You work with the witches, don't you?"

Koria looked up at the girl and cooed" that looks wonderfully mixed my girl.may be best to give it too him now, it's better than anything I have on me.","believe me, there's never a positive reaction to our purple or yellow potions..." ( purple chu jelly and laturn oil has a positive effect for lizalfos, but we can ingest the normal 3(red green blue) as well. )

Ipsa smiled meekly at the reptile upon the comment.

"Oh, um, thank you. My mistresses taught me how to make it a few days ago, I just hope it works though." She flipped the Zora on his back and laid his head on her lap. The mushrooms would have to wait for now. And even if the potion kills him... Well, could she fly on her broom away in this weather. Please oh please work... She prayed to the gods as she poured the red liquid into his mouth.

Mako was still for a moment, then coughed quietly and opened his eyes, the film of fatigue cleared from his vision. He looked up at Ipsa and blinked once, then lifted his head up and gazed at the small crowd around him. "What....who are all of you?" he asked, then looked down at his injured leg in suprise. "It doesn't hurt so much anymore..."