timeline note (self-note): Before Lucian has a doggie guard.
Weddings were a marvelous occasion for those that truly loved each other. In Termina, it was no different, except for the giving of the masks. Once the masks had joined themselves together, there was no going back. Always symbolized by the sun and the moon, the husband and wife, respectively, would present it to each other at the time of their vows. Those that were in attendance could feel their hearts being lifted, happy to participate in such a rare, but joyous occasion.
Yet the job that the dark-haired salesman was stuck into involved such an occasion. After being called by the prestigious vendor of Clock Town for a consultation of masks, it was decided that he would make the masks for both the bride and groom, no questions asked. As much as Lucian relished that he would be getting paid handsomely for such a job (and for how easy it was), it still gave him a sense of disdain, knowing that these masks symbolized love. These two masks were like the shell of an egg – nothing inside.
Rays of the early morning layered Eastern Clock Town in radiance. Leaning back on the Milk Bar's Western facing side at the stairs, the salesman had no pack on his back, but a simple drawstring back handing from his side. No need to drag the masks around when there was no need to. And he had specifically chosen this day to collect materials due to being off anyway. Inspecting his nails, his amber eyes watched the grim in it. It was nothing but a waiting game right now, as he had gotten this 'Golan' person as well as a female named 'Fira'. Maybe he'd get a stare or two at a woman. Their appear....wait, he'd probably only see her once. She could be an old hag too. His thoughts of this female soon dissipated as his mind went blah yet again.
How well they would be able to work with him was yet to be realized, but the longer they took, the more he would cause them trouble. Just because impatience Lucian needed to get energy out – and waiting was not helping him at all. It was times like this when a little pet would have been nice
Early. That was the best word for the woman, that was suitably walking around Clock Town, until she got the message for the quest. So much in explore in Termina; so little time for her to take it all~ After all, her throne double would only last so long. The queen let out a giggle to herself, her blonde hair actually let down from it's normal style, the long strands floating behind her. Her vivid green eyes were pretty much scanning the area, as she was approaching where she was meant to be meeting this.. mask maker~ Of course, her outfit was not the white, almost bridal reminiscent garb she normally wore. That would probably make things entirely too obvious as to who she was if she appeared in that outfit.
No, instead she was wearing a V neck dress, of a white colour, with black leggings and brown leather boots. The dress was a sleeveless one, as she had a black undershirt that covered what cleavage would be exposed, but still leaving the shape. The sleeves of the undershirt reached all the way to her hands, forming fingerless glove like look. The most notable thing about this girl is that she carried something on her back; wrapped up in bandages, one could only assume it's a sword by the pommel and hilt. The Queen had essentially become another person, as a pair of chain bracelets could be seen, along with a similar chain choker around her neck were perhaps a small remnant of her old outfit. But not enough to be recognized unless they know her personally, of course~
So with that, Blodwen managed to find the path; good thing she had set out early, since this would make her just a little before the time. With her soft, confident steps, she wandered closer towards that very spot. Spotting the male, she could understand the rumours now. He was not ugly by any means; he was rather attractive. The Queen was a woman of her bond however, so no matter how flirty things were bound to get, if she had her playful way, it would never cross that line. This decidedly made things funner for her, as she adorned a smile on her face, and walked towards the male with full intent.
''Hello~ You must be... ah I think it was Lucian, yes? I believe it was written on the page.. The mask maker right? Pleasure to meet you, I am Fira Leonhardt.'' she said. Her voice had been even, and soft, as she took a look around; even if, say the male was from Hyrule, Blodwen had a many siblings, all of whom were Leonhardts for the most part, that even looked like her. She was aware that some of her siblings had traveled to other lands, but she wasn't sure if there was on in Termina. There was no risk in her using the name other then to actually cover why she looked similar to the Queen. More so, it would probably cast off suspicion that, she was indeed the Queen. A small little appreciative package for herself of course.
And then her attention turned back to the male, letting out a pleasant smile. ''Well I'm assuming we're waiting for.. a third person?'' she asked. There was just a hint of excitement in her voice; she was truly eager to go off on what people called a 'quest' and the knowledge she could accrue during this quest about the mask maker and others? Well yes, that would be definitely worth it. On some level, it made Blodwen perhaps really excited; she did like the taste of adventure, perhaps, after all. Something definitely to note for the future, the queen through to herself.
After all, she would have plenty of chances, wouldn't she?
Golan looks up from where he was reading, on a small bench by the side of the square. He was trying to find more information on the land of Termina, but what there was was vanishingly small. Most of it had simply to do with the region itself, geological formations, flora/fauna, and the like. The actual culture of the town he had found himself in seemed elusive...perhaps this country was only founded after the Interlopers had crossed over?
On the subject of books, he feels the stinging pain that was the hole left in his book bag. All the ancient texts on Hyrule were gone...if his master could see him now, he'd probably be disowned. Not that he had much choice, but things are what they were, and when royalty comes around out of nowhere and demands things of you, it takes a special kind of person to up and tell them no.
However, he had present business in the area. Apparently, he was supposed to wait in the Clock Tower square until a certain amount of time, and then he'd be able to help with a marriage. Such ceremonies were extraordinarily important for his book: with such a dearth on Termina culture and history, the chance to see something like this happen in person was a dream come true for a makeshift anthropologist. But it became very easy for him to lose track of the time in his readings, and despite wanting to be early, he found himself jolted out of a dissertation on Termina's nearby mountain range.
Glancing around, he tries to find out where people might be meeting up, but it was nearly impossible for him to find any kind of common ground between the inherent uniqueness of the Light Worlders. He eventually reached the point where he began asking random people if they knew about a wedding coming up, and if they knew about people setting that up. Most people simply brushed him away, a few gave him noncommittal responses, and one or two expressed a desire to help, but simply didn't know. He was beginning to get impatient, when he happened to run into a group of two people.
"Hey. I said I was going to help with a wedding or something...do you know how that's going down?"
Looking at them askance, he saw that there was a man and a woman together. "...Are you the ones being married?"
Amber eyes staring at the woman that had introduced herself as Fira Leonhardt. Tilting his head, his hair swept over his face. An eyebrow cocked up, trying to make sure he was not just hearing her incorrectly. Surely, she was older than he had expected. Fira was not back looking to her, but... the age had slightly deceived him. When her attention was fully on him this time, Lucian bowed his head, taking her slender hand into his. He planted a kiss on it, before lifting his head. “Yes, I would be Lucian Sobeck, the mask maker and collector. The pleasantries are all mine, Miss Fira.”
Noted by her quick attention to detail, his eye cast a downward look of gratefulness. Observance was a wonderful thing. However, it was something that could prove to be a bad thing. Yet this was a simple job, and Lucian thought little of it.
“Yes, I believe we still have--” A lower voice interrupted his. However, the question that had followed cause a coy grin. Leaning towards the man, hands on his hips, the young man shook his head in agreement. Until the second question hit in. Glancing at Fira and then back at the other male, he held his hands back, jumping towards the wall of the Milk Bar again.
“Oi, oi.” Lucian shook his hands in front of his body. “It's a job for a marriage, not getting married.”
He furrowed at the idea of even being married. The taste in his mouth was absolutely horrible. Commitment was not really his thing, and rather, the only person he was committed to right now was he himself and no one else. With his line of work, it was much too hard, especially travelling around and all the hell he could cause someone.
Fixing his position, Lucian tugged out his shirt just a little before talking yet again. “And since you seem to be looking for work, I assume you are Golan. If so, that means the whole party is here and we can get started for the search of material.” A lock of his hair on his finger, he twirled it before continuing. “There's no fighting if you wanted to know, but some of the material in this town is absolutely abhorrent. And what I need is rather in demand and the prices are much too high.”
As if on a show, he held out his hands towards Fira before bringing her closer and then away. “You'll need to know the art of negotiation and possibly deception. If you really get into a fight, then...win and try to leave no shred of evidence behind.” When he mentioned this, he walked around the other male, using his hand before his index finger acted like the blade. “Got it?”
The woman let no girlish giggle pass her lips; but instead a gentle smile touched it, as the male she had walked up too seemed to indeed, be the right one. Even more sweepingly, he gently kissed her hand. Almost like a true gentleman; but she would not be swept into such debaucherous actions.. although she could play a little. She let her eye roam his body; he had a nice one, comparable to some of the knights, but yet his body did not hold the rigor of theirs. Rather, it held a sort of more gentle thing, she wanted to giggle slightly; but she let it not pass her lips. Though, another, rougher voice called out to them; she believed that was their third member?
Although, she noted the change in dear Lucian, as he seemed to suddenly be surprised at the boy's suggestion of marriage between them. The woman let out a laugh, as she watched the reaction of the mask maker, shaking hands and denial. The boy's assumption at their position was almost adorable; she wanted to play around with him a little, but now wasn't the time was it? After the situation had settled, Lucian seemed to get things rolling; giving her a name of Golan for the boy. Though it seemed there was a little something more to the mission then she had intended; the maker seemed restless, and well with a briefing of the situation turning a bit more.. casual towards herself as his attention seemed to be brought to her.
She did take his hand, and let him bring her about; she softly kept the pace, making sure to not fall, but softened the gracefulness she would have usually exhibited. There was no use making a show of herself right now, wast here? As he then moved to the other male, the blonde let out a soft giggle. ''Sounds positively interesting!'' she said, letting that excited smile crawl back onto her lips. Ah, this wasn't even one of those majorly fighting quests was it? So perhaps she would just have to use her diplomatic and charming skills, considering she had a wealth of those. It might be a bit more boring then she thought, but perhaps it would be alright for her to remain so?
''Ah yes, Golan, I have not yet introduced myself. My name is Fira, pleased to meet you!'' she said, beaming a smile at the lad that looked, well to her, emancipated. There was just something off about the boy, but the girl paid no mind to it; adjusting her black fingerless gloves, she stepped towards the two, her stride confident, as she felt a bit at a distance. Closing in that gap, she simply wrapped her arm on the boy's shoulder and leaned, considering she was much shorter then the both of them. ''I believe we will accomplish this? After all, there is much culture to be learned!'' she said delightedly, a small laugh bubbling out. Indeed, she really, really wanted to get this all set and done!
Well, despite the fact that right now she didn't contribute much but emphasize a few things. Her time to shine would be soon.. after all, the Queen always shone in the end. At least, that's how the stories went somewhat.
Words; 0550 Notes; XD Golan attention time! This might end up really fun =w= Tags;GOLAN @bunbun Credits; PerfectFallacy of Gangnam Style!
As Golan's initial assumption is quickly and vehemently denied by Lucian, Golan shrugs. Taking out his notebook, he begins to scribble down notes on the situation. "Male Light Worlder expressed great surprise and shock at implication of impending marriage. Female, however, had no such reaction. Possible gender power differential between male and female, in woman's favor. Bears further study."
This, however, causes him to notice something the mask salesman had said. "...So wait, the actual marriage isn't going on? That's lame..." He had mostly taken the job in order to observe Light World marriage practices. Without that opportunity, a lot of the enthusiasm drooped out of him. Still, there was probably a good amount to learn, he'd see what work got put into making the ceremony happen.
As Lucian explains about the job, Golan nods. He couldn't imagine that there would be violence in arranging for a marriage, and it was something he disliked resorting to in the first place. "...Okay. So, we'd probably have to steal it or something? Or try to haggle for a better price?"
Golan is rather confused as the woman seems to...dance over to him? It didn't make sense...why didn't she just walk? It seemed like she was putting on a show for nothing...though he wasn't exactly going to tell her not to. When she introduces herself to him, he gives a nod. "You too." He was probably being rude in not returning the enthusiasm she spoke with, but he was still disappointed at the foul turn of events.
As she leans on him, his eyes widen a bit. Now what was she doing? He thought about pushing her off, but he didn't want to mess with anything. Maybe this was some kind of Light World custom?
When she mentioned a desire to learn about culture, Golan lights up in a flash. Aha! This woman seemed to share his chronicler's spirit! "You are? That's great, I am too! I hope we can find some nice things...you'll tell me about thing you find, right? I'd imagine you'd know a bit more about this than I would, I only showed up a few days ago."
With a new burst of enthusiasm, Golan turns to Lucian, eager to begin. "Alright, what are we looking for, where can we find it, and why is it important? I need to find out a bit of details about all this for...reasons. Is that okay?"
Golan didn't think it would be wise to let the nature of where he came from become public knowledge if there was any avoiding it. After all, the Interlopers might be remembered with hatred by the people of the World of Light. Unfortunately, he had very little practice keeping secrets hidden, and his evasions were laughable at best.
When Blodwen started to ignite the fire in the heart of the drapper one, his eyes lit up with excitement. It helped to have a comrade in getting people excited for things. even if this was a rather simple job, it would allow him so much ease in making his masks. Rubbing his chin, he listened to the two exchange their curiosities before being directed towards him yet again. Lucian tilted his head when Golan retorted so many questions to him. Almost slinking backwards a bit, the salesman laughed and patted Golan's back.
"As we are already here, how about we try in the Milk Bar first. It'll allow me to gauge how well you both will do. No one in the place will know what I want. But, meh.." He shrugged his arms, his hands coming upward. The lady seemed to be rather regal in nature, but otherwise, she would be a good asset. Her tongue was sharp, and it knew what it was talking about. This Golan though, he would be a mystery in a box - as he was not with them long enough. But the questioning and wanting to know things would get him far in this quest.
Clicking his fingers, Lucian hummed a tune, one that could heal the soul. The small whistle he used for his songs was back in the shop - there was nothing he could do. The purple haired man moved like a feather down the stairs before stopping below both the two of his assistants for the day. "Come on you two. We might have all day, but the Milk Bar's hours for this material can be quite thin."
Looking up to the sky, there would be hell if this mask did not get done in time, as they were one of the largest patrons of Clock Town. And hell breaking loose, as good as it was, was not the ideal situation for both economy and such. It would ruin his business in turn. Clicking his foot to the ground, he sighed, but a grin crept on his face. Soon, things would happen. Soon.
In fact, it had seem that the young lad, whom was now wrapped up in the girl's embrace in a way, was perhaps disappointed with the turn of events. Rather that they were not visualizing the custom itself, but it's preparation; in fact, that was just as important as knowing the procedure itself. He even seemed to be confused by the twirl she had been given with Lucian's hand; ah, couldn't win every round yes? In fact, a lot of him seemed.. eerily similar to little Ziil. Though she kept that fact to herself, in her own way, as she let out a small giggle, enjoying how he asked even more questions. He seemed honestly curious about the world, in the same way that little Ziil was; and plus, the Queen had a sort of.. sense for understanding.
Perhaps she was too perceptive, after all. But she had aimed right on the money; his entire being brightened up almost, in a way, when she mentioned her interest in culture. Indeed, he seemed much, much more enthusiastic, as she moved away from him, patting him on the back comfortingly. ''Indeed, I will; I do have to leave to attend some family matters but I will send you letters.. so long as I can an address of some sort later.'' she said, just letting out a soft grin. A Spy for her without even knowing it; acquired. Though, she saw from the corner of her eye, the purple haired male's gaze.
It seemed like perhaps she had pleased him in her own way; her way of reading the body was pretty accurate, but she could be wrong. She did like to roll with her theories; a Queen had little time to make a true decision, unlike normal folks. Her steps wandered off after the male, having listened to him, a slight smile dancing on her cheeks. ''I do wonder what the materials are, as well. After all, knowing what we are looking for will easily narrow the search.'' she said lightly. She made sure her tone was kept even; as to not tip off the man of what she had already figured out.. the fact he was purposefully guiding them along the nose, without being specific just for the sake of being vague.
That was something the Queen could admire, and yet hate all at once; it reminded her disgustingly of that woman. One of the ones that had been with the King, and abandoned her child, like many others. That sort of hate did not go away easily, or at all; she disliked those that were selfish within being vague.. for she understood the consequences of such actions. The fervor in which she had done so herself.. and then crashed? Well needless to say, it cost her raising her daughters. And she hated that ideal, as she put it out of her mind. She would accomplish this so called quest, easily and effortlessly. ''After all, knowing what to use is a good thing, isn't it? It means were are one step closer to the culture.'' she added, in order to not be silent too long.
After all, silence was a deadly little thing when intermixed into a political situation. It was one of the things that crashed many, many of her competition before her. And she, the Queen, would not repeat the same mistakes as they had done.
Words; 0570 Notes; Song o healing! And Queenie's thinkin' Tags;GOLAN @bunbun Credits; PerfectFallacy of Gangnam Style!
Golan frowns. "So...okay. You want us to ask around for what you need...without telling us what you need? That's kind of weird..."
Golan was used to organization. The Twili had nothing but time, sealed away as they were in a separate realm, sustained by powerful magic. Everything in the castle library was organized to exacting standards. When he was told to fetch something for a patron or for a higher-ranked librarian, he was told exactly what items were asked for, and just from that, he knew exactly where it was. In comparison, the Light World felt cluttered and out of order. It was exciting, but it also got exhausting on occasion.
As the woman continues to speak, Golan nods his head eagerly. "That would be great, thank you! Do you have an address I could contact you from? I plan to stay at the Clock Town Inn for a good while...but my job will have me exploring everywhere. If I could tell you where I'll be staying afterwards, that will make things easy!"
As Lucian explains a bit more, asking them to ask around in the Milk Bar, Golan shrugs. "I guess I could do that. It'd be a bit of a trick to do it without knowing what I'm looking for, but that shouldn't be too bad..."
With assignment given, Golan turns around, locates the shop quickly enough, and steps inside. Using his race's natural ability to cling to shadows, he tries to get in without making his entrance wholly obvious. He didn't want a lot of undue attention on him...it grew wearying. Besides, making a big entrance would make him appear suspicious.
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