Chanda

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<Snipped quote by Baklava>

You best, you're going to make Chanda sad.

@Dervish

With FM, it's all just one babbling brook of disappointment. I have become weathered by the stream of inadequacy, and now remain a flat, smooth pebble of complacence.

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Hi, yes, hello! I was the one who pulled for your sheet in the end; Baklava was iffy but I stood up for you. She doesn't like Skyward Sword very much so it was tough sledding but I changed her mind. She also hates Wind Waker and Majora's Mask for no reason at all; considering those are my two personal favorites, reconciling our preferences was hard but somehow I made it happen.

I'm sure you're going to be a great addition. Welcome!

Apocalyptic Zelda RP : Whispers in the Night -- 2 OPEN SPOTS LEFT

Third Idea: This one might be the most odd, but if it's rejected i will not argue. What about...a Minish OC?

They could be from a pocket of Minish that stayed when the door to the Minish world closed at the end of the Minish Cap came, desiring to live in and stay in Hyrule. Living in Hyrule's Castle Town through the centuries even after the forest some of their people once called home was lost, this group of Minish composed of all kinds of Minish who gathered there after their other homes were destroyed or changed over time by other events would have moved with the Hylians as they moved from place to place. The magic that kept them invisible to adults began to fade away and eventually disappeared over time as well, leading them to become more reclusive from Hylians and humans as a whole in order to help preserve their people over time.

The OC themselves would be a Minish who has learned magic from one of the last members of his kind to have been trained in and honed in the art of it. Rather than combat magic, this magic would take the form of general utility magic and especially a form of "size-altering magic" to allow them to alter the physical size of themselves, objects, and even other living things if the need arises. This "size-altering magic" could have originated among the Minish still remaining in Hyrule after the stumps they used to change size back during the time of Minish Cap were destroyed and became effectively nonexistent over time. Further, the OC could sport general utility, medicianal, or other support skills on top of some skills with a sword or other weapon in order to help them fight and not smiply be a hinderance to the group as a whole. However, they could play a support role as a whole for the party of characters, being educated and intelligent as well.

This OC could also be male or female, and after having dreams they use size-altering magic to grow to human-child size or such in order to set out on a journey to the graveyard. This is probably the strangest of my three ideas, perhaps the greatest stretch. Even so, i would hope this sounds more feasible than the time-defying and other hard ideas you mentioned before!

@Holy Grail

Hi, co-GM here. In practice, the Minish are a pretty bad idea for a character. It's not a huge stretch lore-wise that there would be Minish but for one, the Minish can only be seen by children not because of their size, but because of the good-naturedness and innocence that only children have. Even with weird size changing magic you'd only be able to interact with at best a very small portion of our cast and the vast majority of NPCs just wouldn't see you at all, something that would be very difficult for us to deal with as GMs. It's not that it's an outright lore problem for there to be a Minish, it's just that it doesn't shake out well in practice.

Why would you want to make a Minish bigger anyway? The cool thing about em is that they're small and even the simplest stuff is so huge and crazy for them. Why would you want to take that away from them and make them basically another weird little imp-like thang hanging around? Sure you might be able to get some interesting "woah bro, shit's so different when you're normal sized!" reactions at first but it would get old quick and given the problems that arise with most people not seeing you it wouldn't be worth the trouble. Gonna have to take a hard pass on that one.

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@The 4 Winds please direct further inquiries to our recruiting int check, thank you.

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Just so you guys know, FM said we're auditioning for two more people to join because she just doesn't like you guys enough and she's hoping that adding two more people who are less bad will offset the current shittiness of the existing cast. Personally I think that's an incredibly rude thing to say and I for one think that the current cast is perfect, but I'm just the messenger.

If you have anyone in mind who is not shitty (or at least not as shitty as us) that you would like to invite, she wants you to PM her first because she doesn't trust you to invite them raw. Very petty, I know.

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Hi!

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Sorry for the wait guys. Didn't have internet for a week and half at my apartment, then got busy with work and holiday stuff. It's up now.

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More blurs, more burbles, more hallucinations. Graham was slowly but surely becoming acutely aware of the bean's effects, even if he could do nothing to stave them off. He caught bits and pieces of Lethe's explanation amidst sounds his drug-addled hearing found far more worthy of his attention, such as the slight clinking of the metal parts on Lev's lantern, the dull thud of Jaege's lumbering footsteps on the ground, and the bickering of the two brothers over some such tomfoolery. It would appear that he had finally worked through the most vivid of the visual effects of the bean; no one's face saw fit to melt as he finally sized up the rest of the group, something that he was quite thankful for giving how visually unsettling some of his would-be companions turned out to be. Most of what remained was a general vibrance of color and blurry afterimages accompanying fast images, as if his mind was struggling to keep up with the many visual stimuli around him.

He took particular note of the other hooded figure who, despite being very suspicious himself, was even more suspicious of Lethe's warnings and even had the gall to ask what the Goddesses could offer him for this undertaking. Although Lethe treated this question as a ridiculous interjection, Graham felt the inquiry was more than justified given the circumstances. Inviting yourself into someone's head to deliver cryptic messages and then expecting them to embark on an epic quest for you without any promise of compensation up front sounded like a horribly unfair arrangement to the business-minded Subrosian, although he wouldn't dare speak up about it so directly in his current state. He would certainly make an effort to get to know this "Magus" fellow a little better, at least in the interest of staying chummy with the shadiest character there should the metaphorical shit hit the metaphorical fan. I mean, at least he looked like a Subrosian.

He immediately became disenchanted with the Poe and the skull child, whose respective strange visages did little to offset the sudden rush of total spookage Graham had encountered upon finally contextualizing the implications of hanging out in a graveyard and venturing further into the even spookier Shadow Temple. Subrosians were very superstitious about all things undead and occult, and had always been incredibly wary of evil spirits in particular. When a Subrosian died, it was customary to cremate their remains within an active volcano's crater to remove any possibility of reanimation further on down the line. This also lead to the widely circulated myth that eruptions were caused by restless spirits stirring within the volcano's base, a belief that Graham still held to this day. At the very least Graham made note of their potential value should this whole thing end up being a bust; in his line of work, he knew of several collectors who would pay top dollar for both Poe Souls and the petrified wooden heads of skull children.

Graham kept mostly to himself as he stumbled forward, absently following the others down the steps into the shadow temple's antechamber. The Subrosian had now entered into the second phase of the bean trip; a euphoric afterglow in which he felt as though everything was going to turn out okay. His glowing white eyes had softened to a delightful rose pink shade to signify his unexpected comfort with his surroundings. Even as the ghostly cold and dismal decor enveloped him he remained absolutely calm; had he been sober, he likely would have nope'd out of this whole affair hours ago, but the bean's calming influence pushed him forward with inscrutable aplomb. He shuffled up next to Magus as he looked over the room full of unlit torches.

"Magus, was it? I'm Graham. I am absolutely thrilled to make your acquaintance," he began, introducing himself in a hushed but enthusiastic half-exclamation so as not to attract too much attention in their direction. He extended his hand for a handshake, and although one might expect Graham's ghastly appearance to be accompanied by a similarly cold and lifeless handshake, Magus would find the Subrosian's hand to be freakishly warm as a result of his naturally high internal body temperature. "To be honest, big cat, I'm completely with you on this one. A businessman with his head on straight should never enter into a deal without knowing the terms up front," noted Graham, shaking his head in feigned, sarcastic disbelief.

"I'm mostly sticking around because of that Poe over there," he continued, leaning in close to whisper a bit more discretely. "I know plenty of collectors who pay upwards of a thousand rupees for 'distinguished' Poe Souls, and that guy seems to fit the bill. If you help me catch him, I'll give you half of the reward. But that's only because I'm such a nice guy, alright?" he offered. Did he actually plan on slaying the Poe? Probably not, he wouldn't risk the possibility of being haunted for eternity. But he might as well show this other spook that he was worth keeping around; it would stand to reason that one might wish to endear themselves to the kinds of people who are crazy enough to argue with the will of the Goddesses.

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Gonna post tomorrow.

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Transience is basic, and the present is primary. Those things which exist now do not abide. They slip into the past and non-existence, devoured by time, as all experience attests.

A generation or so later we have a classic statement of the opposing view the great Deku scholar, Odolwa:

There remains, then, but one word by which to express the true road: Is. And on this road there are many signs that What Is has no beginning and never will be destroyed: it is whole, still, and without end. It neither was nor will be, it simply is—now, altogether, one, continuous... Permanence is basic. No things come to be or, slipping into the past, cease to be. Past, present, and future are distinctions not marked in the static Is. Time and becoming are at best secondary, at worst illusory, as our understanding of the world confirms.

"You know, sometimes I feel like the more I learn about Deku philosophy, the less I understand," sighed Graham, pulling his hood further over his head to look a little more inconspicuous. He sat cross-legged on an ornate square of rug, fiddling with his boomerang absently. Having developed an acute awareness of the weapon's weight and balancing points, the Subrosian vagrant often took to spinning the thing and flipping it end to end when he felt bored, or anxious, or in this case, both. He'd seen his fair share of festivals since moving to Hyrule, but for some reason the Hero of Time festival seemed to puzzle him the most; perhaps it was because he never grew up knowing about the little forest boy who defied all odds and saved the world. All the Subrosian heroes he'd learned about as a kid had much more... "industrial" backstories. For example, the story of the obedient boy who worked hard in the ore mines and never complained. They didn't remember his sacrifices with a festival, rather, they chose to honor him with more hard work in the ore mines.

"I wouldn't expect you to understand. Hylian scholars have been poisoning the minds of the public for years with this attachment to 'time' and 'the present' and 'personal identity.' We scrubs are one with the earth and the spirit of life that flows through all things, and as such, we do not privilege our perspectives in the grand metaphysical picture of this realm," explained his friend Barako, a deku scrub, resting inside an exotic looking blue deku flower rooted nearby. Unlike the row of five business scrubs nested right outside the town's entrance (lying in wait to ambush festival-goers with various overpriced wares), this old crusty shrub was covered in red and orange leaves, signifying that it had been raised as a wild Mad Scrub rather than as a civilized merchant. Despite looking savage, the old scrub appeared quite calm and tranquil, lazily reclining in his flower and smoking a long pipe filled with bitter-smelling herbs.

"Fair point, although I can't say I've paid much mind to Hylian scholars anyway. How can I respect a system of morality that doesn't center around mining ore? Preposterous," he joked, with a slight chuckle. A crowd of tipsy revelers garbed in green passed by, hushing their conversation as they drew close to the two shady characters seated next to the empty chicken coop across from the graveyard. "You think I should have worn my green cloak today? It just occurred to me that we're not really dressed for the occasion," Graham smirked, with a slight shrug of apathy. "Honestly I had no idea the festival was today. I've been out in the field for... gosh, it must have been two weeks."

"Believe it or not, I don't think wearing a different color of cloak is going to make you any less grotesque to look at," he sneered, puffing on his pipe a little more vigorously as he laughed at his own joke. "Not that you're the only spook hanging around the place today. If I was a betting man I'd say you're not even in the top five ugliest sad sacks here today," he pointed out, with a saccharine tone of faux-reassurance. He reached over to pat Graham on the back sarcastically, but decided against it considering he wasn't even sure if there would be a physical back to pat in the first place.

"You're too kind, Barako. It's always an absolute pleasure to visit you when I'm in town, you know that?" replied the Subrosian, shaking his head as he prepared to stand up and wander off somewhere else.

"Hey, come on don't be like that! I was just kidding. I, for one, think you're a real cutie and I'm sure there are plenty of young ladies out there who'd love to plant a big smooch on the vast empty darkness where your face should be," he chuckled. Graham replied with a curt and austere middle finger before standing up and dusting off his trousers. "Stay and chat a while! Come on, I even have a gift for you. Here, catch!" he pleaded, tossing a small, bright red, spherical object in Graham's direction.

Graham received a Magic Bean!

These brightly colored magic seeds may look unassuming at first, but when they're planted and fully grown, some pretty kooky shit can happen brah.

"Where'd you get this?" asked Graham, examining the little bean more closely. "Aren't these illegal or something? My mom told me that the last guy who ate one of these took his shirt off, sold his house and lived down by the riverfront like a degenerate, eating beans all day long," mused Graham, rubbing his gloved fingers over the smooth outer husk.

"I have my ways. How do you think I compete with all those other cut-rate business scrubs trying to work Kakariko? You have to sell products that people can't get anywhere else. Even if the Royal Family says you're not supposed to sell 'em! What do they know about what's good for people like us? Try one, Graham. I guarantee you it'll be a good time!" urged Barako, ashing his pipe nonchalantly. Graham deliberated for a moment before popping the seed into his "mouth" and returning to his seat alongside the mad business scrub. "That's my boy! Better stay with me for a bit, you don't want to be out and about when that stuff hits. I mean, yikes, kiddo! I didn't think you'd eat the whole thing!" he laughed, shaking his head. Graham responded with a weak chuckle as he finished chewing the bean and swallowed the last of it. What was he getting himself into?

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"Oh shit. Oh, hmm, oh, goodness gosh darn! Golly! I think it's already starting to set in. Did you hear that?" asked Graham, looking around fervently for the source of the cryptic message. Barako just laughed, patting his wooden hand against his hollow wooden stomach like a big bongo drum. "Hear what? It's not supposed to kick in for at least a few minutes, pal. You just took it! What a lightweight," he chuckled, stuffing more herbs into his pipe as he eyed Graham suspiciously.

"Yeah, you're right. I must have just gotten spooked or something, I don't know. Maybe I'm losing my mind from something other than psychoactive magic beans," he figured, trying to shake off the eerie sensation of hearing voices in one's head. This hadn't been the first time, but this time around, it was so clear. He made a mental note to look into that after this bean trip was done fucking his shit up... whenever that was.

As if right on cue, Graham and Barako suddenly witnessed a veritable parade of strange looking people flocking to the graveyard: in total, one skull kid, another mysterious cloaked figure much like Graham, two strapping young men (one, apparently, a Sheikah?), a Poe's lantern, and a huge meat mountain of a Hylian man accompanied by a Gerudo girl. From their seat across from the large stone archway leading to the graveyard, the two sat in mostly stunned silence as the freaks just kept pouring in. Meanwhile, Graham was starting to feel a bit of lightheadedness creeping on. The bean was working its magic. "So, maybe I'm just pretty beaned out right now... but that just happened right? All of it? Right?" he asked, looking to Barako for support.

"See what I mean? There's no way you're the creepiest vagrant hanging around today. You're going to need to step up your creepy game if you want to stay relevant," grinned the scrub, although the Subrosian seemed more concerned with the mass exodus to the graveyard than his friend's jeers. Graham stood up quickly, holstering his boomerang as he prepared to follow the crowd. "Woah there, hey there, woah there, pal. Slow down a second. I don't know if you're ready to handle what's coming to ya, kiddo! The red beans are the strongest ones!"

Where will you be when the beans hit?

Graham paid Barako no mind as he hurried off towards the cemetery, feeling a bit dizzy as he tried to walk there in a straight line (emphasis on tried). As he passed under the stone archway he fell in behind another strange character who seemed to be making their way to the same place. She was obviously a Sheikah, although she seemed a bit more bookish than your average servant of the royal family. A set of thick, owl rimmed glasses rested in front of her red eyes, her white blond hair tied up in a neat bun and held in place by a fairly ornate looking lotus-flower hairpin. Her clothes were plain and modest grey scholar's robes that had obviously seen better days, looking strangely ragged in comparison to the pristine leather book satchel she carried. She gave Graham an especially strange look at he hobbled up behind her, and considering most looks Graham gets are strange looks, that's saying something.

Although Graham, who seemed to be right on the threshold of truly slipping into bean-induced hysteria, wanted nothing more than to quickly brush past her and shake off the awkward encounter, he was stopped in his tracks as someone very strong grabbed a hold of his cloak from behind. He quickly turned to come face to face with a young Goron fellow with bright eyes and a wide smile, although the smile quickly faded into confusion as he caught sight of Graham's... imposing visage. Meanwhile, the Subrosian's gaze drifted down to the Goron fellow's chest, gravitating towards an unnervingly stiff pair of rock hard Goron nipples.

Wow... that's uh... wow. I mean... woah there. Do they chafe super bad, or like, what? So I mean. Gosh! Wow...

"Hey brother, I'm Hogarth! Say, I'm new in town, is this the way to the graveyard?" he asked, forcing a smile as he tried to ignore the fact that Graham's bright white eyes seemed fixated on a very uncomfortable area of his chest. Graham couldn't offer anything but stunned silence. Luckily the Sheikah woman stepped in before things could get any weirder.

"Yes, my friend, the graveyard is right through here. I'm familiar with the area, you're welcome to follow me while our friend here... uh, gets his bearings," she explained, beckoning for the Goron to follow her. Graham continued to say nothing as the two went on ahead, finding himself content to stare at the stone wall across from him, which, as he had recently come to notice, was a vastly different color than he remembered it being mere moments ago. An indecipherable amount of time (if Graham had to guess, he'd say somewhere between 35 seconds and 40 billion years) went by as Graham continued to inspect every brick of the wall. Eventually he gathered the courage to continue along the path to the graveyard despite the fact that the ground itself seemed to be moving underneath him as he shuffled onward.

Before long it felt like Graham was just gliding along the grassy path, the sound of his staggering footsteps fading into the background as he took in the sounds of the graveyard. Everything seemed to be smooth and slippery, and as he would extend his hand out to touch various things, they seemed to bend in and out of alignment as if they were made of rubber. Perhaps most eerily, every time the hooded thief would turn his head to look at something new, a splash of white bits of light would explode across his field of vision, almost like he was shaking a snowglobe with every new motion (if he even knew what a snowglobe was). Although a graveyard is probably one of the worst places to be when having such an experience, Graham didn't even have time to notice where he was. He was constantly looking down, partially to check if his feet were still there but also because he was vibing out hardcore watching the way the blades of grass danced in the breeze.

Graham finally turned his gaze upward to find that he had wandered right into the middle of the group of crazies, who all seemed to be talking about something of concerted importance. Graham couldn't exactly make out what they was saying, however, as he was currently hearing everything as if he was six feet underwater, turning the chatter of the various strange folks around him into nothing more than muted burbles. Then, in one instant, Graham became hyper-aware that everyone was staring at him and immediately became incredibly anxious and paranoid.

Well, you should probably say something. Just, whatever you do, don't say nothing. Avoid saying, uh... not nothing, I guess? Or, maybe, well. Okay, so, I should say something, and the something that I'm going to say had better not be nothing. Then it wouldn't be something that I said.

Graham's time management skills currently operating at an all time low, it dawned on him that in all his considerations of whether to say something or nothing, he still hadn't said anything, and everyone was still probably staring at him.

"H-hello... hello... HELLO! I AM GRAHAM!" he exclaimed, starting off very meek and quiet at first, but then, being unable to hear his own voice as he was currently listening from the bottom of the ocean, he decided that erupting into a full on shout would be a much more normal and not crazy person thing to do. Satisfied that he had successfully made a completely normal entrance, Graham decided now would be a great time to sit down and vibe out for a second, so he promptly unlocked his knees and crumpled to the ground with about as much grace as something that isn't very graceful.