Seeing her move away from him, Golan shrugs and sits on the ground, nursing his head from the close-proximity gunshot blast noise. When she seems willing to talk to her despite the surprise of his entry, he brightens. "A pistol, huh? Never saw one of those back home. I don't suppose you could explain a bit more about it...I've never heard anything like that, short of a bomb or a firecracker. And it really doesn't look like either of those."
Taking out a notebook and paper, he begins scribbling out what he's learned so far. "You seem kind of short. And you look kind of strange. You're not hylian or human are you?" After saying that, he smacks his face. "Then again, I don't either, do I? Ehh, it's how it goes. If you're curious, I guess I can explain."
When she responds in the assent, Golan shrugs. "Well, I thought it might not be a good idea, but I was never told not to say. I'm Twili, from the other side of the Gate. But enough about me, I haven't seen anyone quite like you yet! I need to find out all I can, about what's happened!"
With that said, he takes out a book from his bag and tries to find a matching description. "Hmm...not enough fins to be a Zora, too large to be a fairy, at least of the common variety, no rocky exterior...this is tough. Maybe you're something new?"
Golan was rather confused by the goings on lately. He'd heard absoluteliy dreadful things had happened in Hyrule as of late, which was something he would look in...once it was safer. Call him a coward, but he felt there wasn't enough rush to find out the goings on that it was worth risking his precious cargo. Still...to be in the center of history as it was unfolding...a part of that was very hard to resist to him. As that conflict had not extended to this land, he would have to go out of his way, put himself into danger when it was unnecessary. Rather similar to his choice to embark on this quest in the first place.
However he was shocked out of this reverie by a large crack in the sky, something like a bomb. "Yikes! What was that!?" He calls out to no one in particular, and takes cover behind a moderately sized rock. Almost immediately, though, he peeks around the corner of his rock, scanning the ground for the source. However, there was no obvious sign of an explosion...however, soon enough he hears another loud pop, and ducks back behind the rock instinctively. It was strange, he heard what direction the explosive sound came from, but there was nothing to see in that direction, besides a small girl, holding a strange golden cylinder.
"Is she the source of it?" He asks himself, before scurrying over to her. In this instance at least, curiosity is getting the better of caution. He makes several laughably bad attempts at hiding himself as he gets closer, but she doesn't seem to be looking in his direction in the first place. Whether detected or undetected, he manages to get in close just in time to have his ears ring as another shot was fired. Clutching his head, he sways back and forth. "Owww...."
Eventually righting himself, Golan mumbles to himself. "Well...well that was something." Turning to the girl, he taps her on the shoulder. "Uhh...what's that? It sounds like there's a bomb going off in it! I've never seen anything like it before."
Golan peeks around the corner, and his eyes brighten up. It seems there's a collection of scientists here, and they're trying to solve a problem. Somewhere he could be of use. And maybe they could give him some new books! So excited he's almost skipping, be begins to ask random people where the observatory is, to mixed responses.
As he finally wrested the book free from it's jam, Golan is surprised to see a little girl tumble out of the grass. He's not quite sure what to make of the situation, so he settles for a little wave. "Uhh...Hey there. What're you doing out here..." It's only when she wraps herself around the book that he realizes what was going on. "Uhh...this is your book then? Why didn't you just say so? And why did you hold it out to me if you wanted to keep it?"
When she yanks it away from him, he holds his hands up. "Alright, alright. No need to be testy..." However, it's at that moment that she decides to jump into his lap. Totally lost as to all that's going on, he assumes the demeanor of an unflappable observer, not bound by the insanity of what's going on. "...Okay. I guess you can sit there..." Noticing how she's shaking, and after a moment and wetness appears, crying. She obviously was not a happy girl.
Patting her on the head, he tries to calm the Kokiri child down. "Uhh...there there...nothing bad is going to happen...I won't take the book you held out to me...just please, I don't want you scaring any specimens away..."
Noticing a rustling in the grass, he begins to inch the two of them towards it, hoping to find out what it is. THe girl didn't seem like she was willing to move, and any new discoveries needed to be recorded for the people waiting for him back home. "Hmm...come out, come out, whatever you are..." he hums, taking out his notebook. It's only then that he notices a bandage fall off the book, and he catches it in his notebook. "Did you mean to give me this? You could have just given it to me...it'd have avoided a lot of hassle..."
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.
Sliding around the tree, he makes sure to end up exactly on the opposite side of the Octorok's rock-spitting mouth. Taking the chance to catch his breath, he breaks out his journal without a second thought.
Tentacled creature hides in rivers. Very hostile. Spits rocks. Source of rocks and method of propulsion of speed aren't known, but not in position to make a dissection. Might try later.
He stops, however, when a drip of blood lands from his nose and onto his paper. With a sigh, he tries to blot it out, taking the paper away from his nose. He grumbles to himself, feeling that everything seems to be going wrong for him today. At that moment, though, he feels a bump on his arm. Turning around in a flash, he jumps to his feet in fright, when he sees a book poking up from the bush.
"...Huh. Of all the places to find a book...this isn't where I thought one woud be..."
As he goes to take the book, though, he finds some unexpected resistance as he pulls on it. "...That's unusual...is it some kind of trap? You'd think something would happen if I pull it though...maybe it's just stuck?"
With that, Golan pulls harder, completely failing to notice the bandage on top of it. It is not his priority at the moment.
Deep in the southern swamp, science was afoot. Or, at least, that was what Golan was hoping would happen.
In truth, his results were less than he wanted. Between running for his life from wild beasts, and avoiding too much contact with the elements of the swamp that seemed toxic to the touch, Golan quickly regretted leaving his comfy room in the Clock Town inn. Still, he had a job to do by coming out here...the Chief Librarian's chronicle of the World of Light wasn't going to write itself. Looking at an unusually shaped flower, he begins to write eagerly into his notebook, growing slightly annoyed by the dark splotches of swamp water that were beginning to grow on it.
Flower similar in appearance to those growing in Termina Field, though there are key differences. Adaptations to swamp life, or simple coincidence? Will take samples and compare...might even be same species with reaction to different soil/water/habitat.
As he writes out his notes, trying to take care to preserve the paper as best he can as he does so, he hears a splash in the water behind him. Turning, he sees a strange, tentacled creature popping out of the water, and his eyes widen as a rock is spat out, hurtling at his face. He needs no further cue than that to roll out of the side to dodge the projectile, and, picking up his belongings surprisingly carefully for the situation, runs like heck.
Making a mental note to compare the creature to those in his old Light World books despite the danger of the situation, he ends up smacking into a tree due to his lack of focus. Without skipping a beat, he slides around the tree and, nursing a bloody nose, manages to get out of range of the monster.
"Ow." He mutters. It seems that he is going to be in for a long day.
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.
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?"
With a sigh, Golan nods. Setting his pack on the ground, he begins to sort the books out into categories. He took the fiction books and immediately threw them back inside of his pack, and he took the ones focusing on plants and wildlife back as well. Eventually, he was just left with the ones about the different Light World countries, at least, how they existed way back when. Taking the ones not relevant to the Twili prince, Golan sets the remaining books inside of Zeke's bag. While it was possible that Zeke had meant for the biology books as well, he very much needed those books for his research, and they didn't exactly refer to Hyrule specifically.
"I...think that's all of them." Golan says, turning back to Ezekiel. "Do treat them well...they're priceless."
In his experience, those who did not spend much time around books tended to treat them poorly. It wasn't a judgment, not really, but a state of fact. People who couldn't see the intrinsic value of books tended to leave the ones they perused with dog-ears, torn pages, splotches from food or drink, and all kinds of other nasty things. One of his duties back in the castle library was to repair the damage, and while magic did make such tasks easier, there were many a time when the books were returned in an unsalvageable condition. If the Hylian books were returned in such a state, even with princely protection, he'd have the chief librarian breathing down his throat for years to come.
As Golan continued speaking, Ezekiel seemed receptive to what he was saying, so he continued. "Now, from what I was able to gather, there are four light spirits should be located in four areas...usually in sacred springs in those areas. Finding them shouldn't be too hard...it's fairly likely that the springs are venerated by the locals, being founts of energy and all."
He stopped, however, when the Twili prince asked for his books. He was under orders to protect the books with his life. The texts were ancient, and allowing them to be lost or damaged would be unthinkable under any less than life or death circumstances. They were bound in protective coverings for that purpose, and had enchantments on them to protect them from the elements. Would giving them to someone like Ezekiel be wise?
"My prince...I'm sorry, but I am under orders to hold on to these books..." Foreseeing the inevitable rebuttal from that, he continues. "The Chief Librarian...your uncle, told me that these were to be used as reference for my assignment..."
Knowing that won't likely get him very much currency in holding Ezekiel off, he sighs. He'll really hate to lose these books, but it doesn't seem like there's any way around it.
"If...if it's really important, I'll give them to you...just remember to talk to him about it, alright? I don't want to be punished for it..."
The librarian holds back a sigh as he feels Prince Ezekiel evaluate him, and knowing he's coming up short. He had known that traveling to the World of Light with only the information he was aware of was a dumb idea...but he was confident he wasn't just being sent back to fail. Not only was the spell complex, but he was entrusted with several priceless books for the trip...not something even the most callous librarian would give up easily. Still, he doubted that reasoning would fly very well with the prince.
As he began to worry, he felt a hand on his shoulder, and lets out an eep of surprise, as things seem to be going in a complete 180-degree turn. Ezekiel was smiling, and calling his idea helpful...it seems he just needed an initial lead. "Umm...thank you, my prince! Glad I could help!" He didn't think it was all that special, but the praise gave him a burst of inspiration. Reaching into his book, he pulls out one of the old texts on the World of Light's geography...as far as it was known. "The Light Spirits that the Twili encountered live in the province called Hyrule...and as far as I'm aware, this is not that place." Flipping through the book, he finds the passage he had last. "Hyrule is famous for it's volcano, and for temperate forests...this land has swamps and snowy mountains. And while it's likely to have changed a great deal...I think it'd be better to talk to locals about it."
When Ezekiel mentions a reward, Golan finds himself more shocked than when he found out his contribution was helpful. "That's...very generous of you, Prince! If you think I've helped you that much, I'm honored!" When he spent time in the castle performing his duties, Prince Ezekiel seemed to think of receiving things based on his status for granted...then again, he hadn't seen him very much. Maybe he had misjudged the prince entirely. "My name is Golan...and if there's anything else I can do to help, I'd be happy to."
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census
humans
♀ 05
♂ 11
hylians
♀ 11
♂ 06
gerudo
♀ 04
♂ 01
zora
♀ 01
♂ 01
goron
♀ 00
♂ 01
deku
♀ 01
♂ 00
rito
♀ 01
♂ 01
kokiri
♀ 01
♂ 02
faries
♀ 03
♂ 00
sheikah
♀ 01
♂ 01
twili
♀ 01
♂ 02
minish
♀ 00
♂ 01
total
♀ 29
♂ 27
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Woodfall Rises is an au legend of Zelda RP
the current skin was made by Rozie. with the exception of the miniprofile which was
created by RITZ! Codes seen and used were taken from resource sites such as slightly insane, ProBoards
support, and Socal. all images are either from Zerochan or made by original owners.