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Speaking from "behind the mask," as it were...

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That was rather an interesting carnival of a week past -- different from the one I last observed in Termina. I endeavored to return to it this week, but there remains no sign save the wreckage that I assume must be its natural state.

[There is some small shifting: the creak of leather and metal, the sigh of a couch spring. The feed is otherwise absent of background noises, the ghosts quiet for the time being -- in his apartment, at least.]

It begs the question: does this place bend even time? We know of... [a slight hesitance, as a word is considered, then:] ...discrepancies between those who hail from the same place, but I had believed it to be connected to whatever force brought us each here. Now, I am not as sure. And, as always, there is far too little information.

Link, I would speak with you especially of your thoughts on Time. [And from the inflection of his voice, the capitalization into a proper noun comes across as clearly in audio as if it had been written.]

[ Private to Angeal (flies_lopsided) || TEXT ]

I have not heard from you in some time, my friend. Please respond if you are able. I have assumed that you have either become separated from your Black Berry or are otherwise disabled.

I will be traveling your usual patrol this week; I know you to be familiar with the route and times. Please endeavor to give me some sort of sign if you are trapped; our two strengths should be enough to break any barrier that holds you.

[ /Private ]

The curiosities in this place never seem to end; I thought I had mastered the use of this... [there is a slight hesitation, and the next word rolls off the tongue awkwardly, as would a foreign term] ...radio in the apartment, but it seems to want to turn itself on at the strangest of times. There is some music, but sometimes the sounds it plays do not sound like human voices. That leads me to wonder what they are, instead.

[There is a soft chuckle, as if he is almost embarrassed to admit the next part.]

Angeal? I think your curse may have passed to me; my door has disappeared from the wall. Next time you are on the seventh floor, could you possibly stop by to see if it appears that way from the outside as well? While the window is still present, I am not sure I want to jump the seven stories to the ground, if such might be avoided.

[The feed turns on to show the post-fire damage on the seventh floor, the lens swinging up and down the hallway slowly.]

The damage is not as bad as it looks, I believe, but the smoke lingers. Windows and doors can be opened, but that negates the barrier of tape, and leaves us more vulnerable to the spirits who would take advantage of the opportunity. I do not believe there to be much structural damage, but someone with a better eye for building than mine may wish to confirm that assessment.

Angeal, I would formally request your assistance with added patrols up here, at least for as long as we must keep the windows open.

[ooc: backdated to yesterday night (Wednesday the 7^th), 10:30 pm.]

[The feed comes on to show a woman -- pretty, and still young -- bustling about the apartment, gathering up a stray toy and turning out the lights save one lamp on a table near the door. She wipes at her eyes with a surreptitious gesture that bespoke habit, casting one last glance at the door before retiring to her bedroom. The recording focuses on the bedroom door for a moment before swinging around, the communicator positioned on the low table in front of the couch.

The god, having been turned a ghost as all the other apartment residents had, sinks into the frame, bending his form to sit on the couch, a thoughtful expression on his face as he addresses the recording.]

She appears to do her best with her son, and to hide her feelings from him, but her smiles have gotten more transparent even in the short span of the week in which I have observed her. She is wearing thin, though I do not think she admits it to herself. Perhaps she does not wish to do so?

I wonder, is this behavior typical of humans? Has it become commonplace for the husband to leave his wife alone in favor of his job? Or for the wife to endure such in silence?

[ooc: return replies will be slow, and possibly not until late tonight/tomorrow, due to something in real life to which I must attend. Apologies!

For my own reference: April Fool's event]

[The feed comes on to find the Fierce Deity standing by a floor lamp in his apartment; the blackberry is obviously being held in one hand, as part of the corresponding arm is in the shot as well. The lamp, which he had turned on at full brightness when the sun had not risen in the morning, has dimmed to half the strength of its bulb.]

Would someone more familiar with these sources of light tell me if this dimming behavior is typical thereunto?

[ooc: for my own reference: weekend darkness]

[The feed opens to the sound of a thump, a scrape, and a muffled phrase:] Curse these low ceilings.

Someone was kind enough to explain the tradition of coal to me, but I am left perplexed as to what to do with the rock. Should anyone want it they would be more than welcome to it.

And would whosoever commands the winged woman be so kind as to retrieve her? She seems rather put out that I have shown no appreciation for her... [a slight pause as he considers his wording] ...attributes.

[Terminian/Hylian]

The weather here reminds me in part of Snowhead; milder, to be certain, but familiar.

Given the recent occurrence, I have taken the opportunity to procure an ocarina. If your invitation is still open, Link...?

[/Terminian/Hylian]

[ooc: The winged woman is

warlockatlaw's succubus, Carrwyn ~~I'm not sorry, Rosh~~. And do bear with me; I'm still struggling through a rough patch with Fierce's voice.]

[The feed shows a man -- a very tall, very armored, very dangerous-looking man -- stretched out diagonally across the room's bed -- diagonally is the only way someone of his stature would even fit on the bed -- and appearing as if he is in a deep slumber. Next to him rests a large -- 'large' being an understatement; the weapon is nearly as long as he is tall -- twisted sword; his gauntleted hand rests lightly on the blade. Metal and leather creak slightly as his chest rises and falls, and are the only sounds the feed picks up. All else is quiet and still.]

[Then there is motion as the figure fluidly sits up; the smooth movement is almost at odds with his sheer size. One hand goes to his temple, and he shakes his head as if to clear away the remainder of a headache; the hand then traces down his tattooed cheek as if searching for something. He frowns and stands, crossing to a wall and running a hand carefully down the plaster.]

[After a few moments of careful inspection in which he has progressed from section of wall to window, he whirls suddenly, blade held ready: the stance of a warrior who has just sensed the approach of something. Blank eyes -- white on white on white -- scan the room, seeking the cause of the disturbance that interrupted his exploration.]

Show yourself!

[ooc: many thanks to

faroresson for writing setups through the dream event and beyond to let me transition the Fierce Deity into the apartments proper!]

[note to self: room 720. Because you will forget.]

[It is a blackness darker than night: completely and totally devoid of light, sound, even breath of air. It is the Void, that which predates even the Chaos from which worlds were formed, and in its midst stands one who was there at the beginning. He stands at ease, large blade resting casually on his shoulder, looking as if he is waiting for something. Perhaps he is, though he is not the type who would ever say; his counsel is his own.]

[His movement, when it comes, is sudden and swift: his great blade swings down, gleaming with energy; a crackling bolt shoots from its tip. It seems to expand and explode into the Void; around him, stars, galaxies, nebulae wink into existence, millennia of birth taking place in mere moments, a cacophony of light and sound. He watches it all, silent, impassive; his face shows nothing of his thoughts. The only move he makes is to re-shoulder his sword, the metal and leather of his armor creaking faintly with the movement. Then all is quiet once more.]

[For a moment, a faint figure stands at the god's shoulder, dressed in armor and wielding a large single-bladed sword. It appears almost as a ghost, hazy and ephemeral. The god stands with it in silence for a moment, observing the swirling stars around them, before turning his head the slightest bit to speak.]

Be gone. Your place is not here.

[The shade bows its head and fades from existence, dissolving into motes of light that take their place in the sky, glimmering against the black velvet background. The god bows his head for the briefest moment before returning to his silent contemplation.]

[ooc: This post is part of the dream event. Note that the Fierce Deity himself won't be arriving in the apartment building proper until his second post -- this is sort of leading up to that ~~it makes sense in my head I swear!~~.]

This is the polished version of an AIM log between

fierce_deity and

doublehelixhero, loosely based upon the setting of this post. If the dialog is too confusing to read from the perspective of who is speaking, I will color-code it.

( Long; 2000+ words )

[In the middle of Hyrule Field sits a tea table and several comfortable chairs. The table is spread with a delicate white lace cloth. A curl of steam rises from the spout of a porcelain teapot, and delicate cups and saucers are carefully set to the side.]

[A small placard is folded on the table. It is lettered in a carefully elegant script, and reads:]

Guests of all dispositions are welcomed to sit for a spell and partake of this never-empty teapot.
Please, be careful not to chip the china.

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Character Name: the Fierce Deity
Game Canon: Legend of Zelda: Majora's Mask
Age: appears as an adult male in his mid-twenties; actual age is several millennia
Gender: male
Species: god; appears Terminian/Hylian
Height: 7'6" / 230 cm [this is smaller than an estimation based on extrapolation from screenshots and done deliberately with the intent of making him able to physically fit inside a room/building with a standard 8-foot ceiling]
Weight: the mun has tried to figure this out, but as his height is unrealistic (on purpose), it has been difficult to come up with a number for his weight. Suffice it to say the number would be proportional to both his height and body type.
Build: heavily muscled
Skintone: fair, perhaps unnaturally so; he will not take on color under the sun's influence
Hair: silvery-white
Eyes: completely, blankly white

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IC vs OOC Knowledge:
The Fierce Deity is a god, but he does not go around broadcasting the fact. Characters are perfectly welcome to notice that there is something different about him -- his appearance, if nothing else, should give that away -- but he does keep the truth of his identity a carefully guarded secret. As such, he will flat-out deny any accusations that he is anything more than what he appears: a warrior, albeit a powerful one. He will give neither name nor title unless pressed; even then, he will usually ask that he simply be called "Warrior" (or, sometimes, "Wanderer").

His history is presented here out of a desire to share the story that the mun has created for him; it is not meant as an invitation for characters to have intimate knowledge of his entire life. In fact, the mun would ask that characters interacting with him have knowledge only of what he has told them, which may be, and probably is, less than what is presented here.

Note too that the mun will often write "the god" or "the Fierce Deity" in reference to the character in the narrative part of the tag; this is merely for variety of prose, and not because a character has magically been granted the knowledge of who and what the Fierce Deity is.

Mun Preferences:
With this character in particular my preference is for serious log-style posts and threads that are heavy on serious -- and oftentimes dark -- themes. I enjoy not having to censor the god's personality and allowing him to be the bastard he very much is. I define a sharp difference in "lighthearted" threads and "crack" threads; the former I will do while the latter I avoid with this character. I welcome questions about my characterization and preferences; they can be directed to this post.

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