Corporal Lance

.::Legend of Zelda :: Whispers in the Night::.

The little girl in green disappeared among the crowd, blending seamlessly into the fellow festival-goers also clad in green tunics. Her emerald eyes were transfixed forward, tiny legs charting herself a clear and direct path through the crowd, much unlike the other children content to run in circles playing tag and dueling with wooden swords. Her golden fairy flitted about her head closely before finally nestling into her ponytail, becoming fed up with keeping her eyes on one child dressed as a Kokiri among scores of children dressed as Kokiri. Mila wore a contented smile. She liked blending in for once. She wasn't very welcome among the other Kokiri because she was a Tumbleweed except among her sisters, and Sola was mean and Efa was bossy anyways. And she often attracted the eyes of strangers when she was traveling on the road. A Kokiri outside of the forest was quite rare, but not unheard of, but there was stigma in being a Tumbleweed, even to the Hylians. Some of them were ignorant and wanted to treat her like a child, others were fearful of her, believing her to be a practitioner of powerful witch's magic. A few of them didn't even know what a Kokiri was, which was all well and good, but most didn't believe her when she told them. She felt like she belonged in the crowd of other people of every race and creed, dressed from head to toe in knock-off Kokiri garments.

The ebb and flow of the crowd grew slightly more intense, and the Kokiri girl began to bump into the others as they rushed past her.
"Excuse me. Sorry. Excuse me," she announced as she slipped through the people pushing and shoving to get by, scrambling in the opposite direction she was heading. The little rusty-haired girl stumbled through everyone as best she could, but a harsh glint caught her eye. She cast her gaze downward toward the slight green glow, finding a single Rupee. She snatched it off the ground quickly, grinning at her luck as she inspected the gem in the light. And just as quickly her luck left her. A hand reached out and stole the Rupee straight from her grasp.
"Hey!" she called out, but the mob began to swarm around her, and the little girl was thrown about like the waves in a maelstrom. As she jerked this way and that, mercilessly being tossed around by the frenzied people, she felt another evil hand drive itself inside her pack.
"Hey! Stop it!" she shouted at what happened to be a bearded middle-aged man as she tugged on his arm, his enclosed fist trapping itself inside her traveler's pack. As he moved he drug her with him, and Mila fearfully turned her head around and clamped her teeth down on his arm. He screamed, more in surprise than in pain, and let go of her, wrenching his arm back empty-handed. The forest child ducked and darted beneath the waists of the adults, tripping and stumbling them for once as they carelessly charged forward in their haste. The Kokiri child dusted herself off after escaping the throng of agitated festival-goers, peering over her shoulder at them.
"Now what was that all about?" she mused aloud. Toddling herself over to the protection of an adjacent booth, she slipped her pack off her back and rummaged around inside to make sure everything was still there. Bottles, check. Slingshot, check. Dagger, check. Wallet- Mila crinkled her nose. 35 Rupees. Ten of them had gone missing. She scowled at the crowd to her back, watching them in their greedy frenzy. It was super hard to believe in the good of the world when she was getting robbed. Perhaps Shila was right after all. Like always. Before Mila placed her pack upon her back once more, she pulled her dagger free and affixed the sheath to her belt. The next rogue to try to steal from her would be receiving something nastier than a bite. Her good mood soured, Mila trudged herself to the well and plunged her leather tarp in, sloshing it around to get it nice and wet.

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Mila and her fairy companion shuffled up the street, now with a full pack and some shaved ice the little girl was jovially slurping, leaving her mouth and tongue purple. The remainder of her Rupees were gone now, having bought a batch of five bombs with twenty-five of them (Yangoro originally wanted thirty for the five, but she knocked him down a little) and the rest going toward her shaved ice and rations for the days to come, and with the deals she brokered she could hold a feast for a small group with the provisions she had acquired. Her spirits were lifted after a short while, but she still warily watched the crowd for signs of thieves, her fairy similarly watching her blind spots. The little girl walked behind her stall, letting the ivy flutter behind her like a natural curtain. Her equipment was still there, just as she had assumed it would be. It would be very silly to attempt to steal a hot cauldron, and the rest of her inventory was nothing but odds and ends only useful to an alchemist such as herself. Why would someone run off with a sack full of vials of blood, powders, and metal shavings? She let her hefty pack fall to the dirt, taking her damp tarp and stringing it up next to her cauldron. A wet tarp wouldn't burn, and it would help to heat the potion more evenly. Kaboom Potion couldn't be brought to a boil if the brewer wanted to keep their eyebrows... and the rest of their face, so it was important that the temperature was raised slowly. Mila scooped her dry ingredients into a bowl, careful not to do so carelessly, and began to fill the tarp/cauldron with Green ChuChu jelly. And a little Yellow ChuChu jelly because she was feeling exotic. Most of the potion was ChuChu jelly just because the thicker and more gelled the potion was, the less chance there was of it to detonate in transit.
"I'm not certain why you are crafting that potion anymore, Mila. It was clear to me that you were swindled. He will not return with your goggles," harped Shila in her I-told-you-so tone of voice.
"Just in case he does come back..." Mila responded flatly, focused on her task of brewing the potion and keeping the both of them intact, disassembling one of her bombs and dumping the contents into the tincture. "He gave me an idea anyways. This is a mining town, and the locals will go wild over anything that can make their lives easier. Bombs are selling well, so why not offer something a little more powerful than a bomb? If it's successful, I can make up the loss on markup."

As she was very cautiously adding the Deku Nut extract, one of the few ingredients capable of blowing her booth sky high, to her magical concoction, there was a small noise at the counter. Shila twinkled over to see the old man who they had conversed with earlier that morning.
"I'm sorry, Mila happens to be a little busy, could you wait a moment or two?" she asked. "Milaaa! It's Elder Lyontus!" the fairy called back.
"Just... a... momeeeeeent..." the Kokiri girl mumbled, dribbling the yellow liquid into the brew. Upon the change in color of the potion and some extremely careful mixing with her spoon, Mila skipped to the counter to meet her friend.
"Hi old man!" she greeted childishly. Upon the reception of a croak, her eyes flitted over to the toad in the jar. A look of wonder overcame her face as she hefted the jar up to examine it.
"Ooooh... Is this the frog you wanted to show me?" she asked, her eyes combing over the specimen. It was an ordinary forest toad, nothing special, but not inherently useless for alchemy. She didn't think it was poisonous, but its sweat, legs, warts, and eyeballs could be harvested for ingredients.
"I recognize this one!" she announced, "It's a simple forest toad. But you can still use it for polymorph potions and cure-alls and potions of leaping and scar removal and-" Mila began to prattle on endlessly, attempting to state every potion and mixture one could effectively use a forest toad in. Which, of course, were numerous, and it was impressive just how many she could cite from memory.

.::Legend of Zelda :: Whispers in the Night::.

Well, I think that situation resolved itself in the IC... Oh, and by the way,

GUYS. GUYS. I FOUND MILA IN REAL LIFE. JUST WATCH THE VIDEO.



I made Mila as a character back before the Guild went down. This video came out just last month.

...Can you guys and gals be honest with me for a second? ...Am I in the Matrix?

Persona: Death Walkers

Friggen RPGuild kept eating my post, you can tell it's modded halfway through. Sorry 'bout that.

Persona: Death Walkers

A figure clad in black stood out against the graceful setting of emerald waves and horticulture and soft, warm spring sunlight. A delinquent dressed in a black denim jacket with many pins, buttons, and patches, sporting a black T-shirt underneath mottled in fake acrylic blood as if the wearer had been stabbed in the chest. A studded belt wrapped around her waist, not necessary to hold up the tight-fitting jeans of faded dolphin gray to her athletic form but standing out all the same. One leg was crossed over the other, one of her checkered low-tops hanging lazily over one knee as her arms folded behind her head for comfort. A mop of raven black hair, feathered and messy with red tips and highlights hung over her dark grey eyes highlighted with too much black eyeliner, shielding them from the gentle rays in the serene clearing. She felt peaceful, relaxed... exhausted, and the lush green grass was the relief she felt she needed. Could do without the lame-assed lullaby, though. It was kind of distracting. The soft slipstream of air was much more pleasant to the ears than the calm plinks of a harp or lute or whatever the fuck.

"Wake up!-- Wake up! Or you will stay this way forever!"

Mari Watanabe became annoyed at the nagging at the back of her mind. That's all it was. Nagging. Pfft, stay this way forever? Sign her up! She could do with a vacation like this. Just chilling in the grass, grooving to dumb music, catchin' some Z's after a hard night of-
"Oh shit..."
Mari moved a hand to her forehead and peeled her lockes back, surveying the landscape. Soft clouds, bright sun, rolling hills in the distance, finely trimmed hedge maze...
"Aaaah son of a bitch," she groaned, planting a hand underneath herself to climb to her feet. The colors of the world were vibrant, happy, joyous. Totally not where she should be. Mari was dreaming again. She cringed at the sickeningly sweet backdrop. If she was dreaming, that meant she was asleep. And if she was asleep, that meant that she had passed out at Twisted after going two bottles deep in Soju with Yeeun. Again. She ran a hand through her feathered hair, feeling surprisingly clear-headed for being completely plastered. But then again, this was a dream. A weird dream at that. No, not that the dream was weird, it was the fact that it wasn't weird. Most of her dreams were pretty trippy, but this one was fairly tame. Where were the backwards-talking dolls and the people with mouths for eyes and the snakes that vomited other snakes? Somehow she knew sooner or later the entire world would shatter and try to swallow her in its gaping maw, but everything felt too... real. It was kind of disturbing. As she glanced around, Mari noticed others lying around in the grass. She recognized most of them, but that wasn't too far out there. People could only fathom the faces of others they had seen, and they also most often dreamt of people that they knew.

"Hmm. Funny. I usually get nightmares," she mused aloud, speaking to herself as she knew only her own mind was listening to itself. This was just weird. Was this what lucid dreaming was? To be honest, it was kind of boring. Not wanting to upset the balance of the dream world, Mari only looked around casually, the other figures on the grass around her lying still. Around her there was nothing. Just fields of green, and the shrub forest off to her right. Where the weird music was coming from. Obviously she had to go there, it was pretty damn clear. Was the subconscious always this bonk-over-the-fucking-head direct? But what could it...? Nah, know what? Forget it. It wasn't worth thinking about. She was blacked out in some club booth somewhere and all she could do was fucking sleep, might as well get some sleep while she slept. This place was for the birds anyway.

"Get up! They are coming! In your hands there should be something that looks like a gun! Use it to fight them! Now! You have the potential! You need to use it to cast them away!"

"There's that nagging again..." she seethed. Always had to interrupt her before doing what she wanted. Whatever the hell it was, she wanted Mari to wake up. Hell, it was probably Yeeun trying to drag her sorry ass back out to the car. Mari cringed again. She happened to remember what had happened last time she did this. No, not remember what happened. Fat fucking chance there. What happened the last time she woke up from being stupid wasted at Twisted. Woke up with a pounding head, her knuckles hurt, she lost her damn shoes and expensive-assed sunglasses, covered in vomit with over 6000 yen missing. Apparently, she was hitting on some guy at the bar, but when he turned her down because she was waaaaaay to far gone she punched him in the neck, got thrown out on her ass, and ended up wandering Yakibaru Street for two hours trying to find her car while simultaneously stopping to puke every five minutes. All of which had to be told to her by three different people. Needless to say, that fucking sucked, and she wouldn't like to repeat it. It was then that Mari's grey eyes caught movement in her periphery, when paper monsters scuttled from out of the hedge maze, stalking her like wildcats, bouncing and twisting and spinning on their thin bodies.

"Pfft, seriously?" she snarked, raising an eyebrow. Normally the demons that haunted her nightmares were degrees more frightening than this. These things were... kind of lame, actually. Just as the bitchy voice had said, the delinquent raised her hand in front of her face to find a gun nestled in her grip. It felt like it had been there the entire time, and maybe it had, but all of this was just too convenient. Boring dream, boring monsters, oh, here's a gun to shoot the monsters. She hoped to God that she hadn't been slipped a roofie and this was what the susceptibility to suggestion did to her dreams. So, Mari did as anyone in her situation would do: she raised the gun and pulled the trigger.

Click!
.......
Click! Click! Click!

As much as she tried to shoot at the arts-and-crafts lookin' motherfuckers, her gun was out of ammo. Figures. She held it up to inspect it, and found that it didn't even have somewhere to put the bullets. Figures. Of course it didn't have any bullets. Mari's arm swung down lazily as she furrowed her brow at the monstrosities, when someone stood up behind her.

"The hell?"

The hair on the back of her neck prickled, and she spun around to see some kid with bandaged eyes leveling his own gun at her. Eyes widening in shock, she quickly dove to the ground when she heard the telltale Click! of his own empty gun. Mari had recognized him. He was the blind guy that went to her college, couldn't remember his name. She didn't really hang out with him too much. Although tempting, guiding him into walls was far beneath her. But tempting. Especially after her pointed a fucking gun at her face.
"You want to watch where the fuck you point that!?" she screeched at him, dusting herself off as she stood to tower over him. "You could've blown my head off, dumbass!" Collecting herself, she folded her arms and stepped away from him to watch the paper creatures skitter about and hiss at them, moving ever closer. She glanced over to what he held in his hand, and noticed it was the same as hers. Just a useless fucking toy.
"Tch. It's not like you'd be able to anyway. It's not loaded, mine's not loaded, I don't think any of us have any bullets. Might as well throw the damn thing," she scoffed. Wait, why the hell was she talking to a dream person? He probably wouldn't listen to her anyway. They never did. With her luck, she was surprised he didn't happen to have some shotguns shells in that little handcannon. Wave goodbye to creature comforts like having a face. And why the hell did the blind guy have a gun anyway? Dreams made no fucking sense. Freud could go suck a fat one.

.::Legend of Zelda :: Whispers in the Night::.

The little girl's dainty hand shook the mysterious stranger's slim one vigorously. Her face fell as she did so. His glove had been hiding a palm of bony fingers, as slim as sticks. Enchantment was not a widely practiced art, adding to his mystery, and even more so that he could not afford a measly thirty-five Rupees. Well... sixty-five Rupees with the bottle, but semantics. This dark, strange man had wandered into the Hero of Time Festival with nary a Rupee, offering trade, and speaking of ne'erdowells that would seek to harm him. How could she not see this before? It was clearly spelled out right in front of her!
"Mister! You're all skin and bone!" she worriedly exclaimed, "You need to put some meat on your bones or you'll collapse in the street!"
Of course that was it! The man was a wandering mage, begging and crafting spells to pay for his next bowl of soup. The poor unfortunate soul must have come to the festival to panhandle and trade for a hot meal, but wanted to protect his twiggy body from the Moblins and Stalfos and Keese that would see themselves using his slender fingers as a toothpick. She began to write a story for him in her head as she rifled through her pack, conveniently still lying on the counter of her stall. He must have been a renowned magician at some point in his life, traveling the world much as she did in order to expand his knowledge of the arcane. But adventure takes its toll on the wallet and the body, and he soon resorted to the mercy of others and his wizard's tricks to get by. Unphased and humbled by poverty, the man kept on his grand quest, one that would bring him to the crux of all cultures in this tiny village today in order to learn more of the unknown! Wordlessly, Mila plopped her half loaf of bread on the wood before her and hopped behind her stall, sweeping the ivy across the enclosure much like makeshift curtains.

A dim, golden glow swirled ethereally around the shaded stall as Mila dug through her pack for her tools and equipment. She'd have to be extra super careful now that her goggles were being worked on, but everything would be fine! With her sack of potion ingredients, scales, beakers, and other such devices laid out on the ground neat and orderly, she pulled free her leather tarp. T'would be unwise to dedicate an entire cauldron to Kaboom Potion, and a pain in the neck to clean afterwards. Not to mention the opportunity for flying shrapnel and the very real possibility of leveling anything within a hundred meters of her booth. She counted out her ingredients in her head, her efficient numerical memory allowing numbers to dance before her eyes like an abacus. Dollop of Green ChuChu jelly scaled to the amount of potion, dribble of Deku Nut extract equivalent to almost an ounce, tablespoon of Biri toxin, no Dodongo pancreas but Dodongo blood could be used in a pinch, a dash of potassium nitrate, handful of rusty iron shavings, iodized copper for pretty green smoke, gunpowder... gunpowder... Hmm. No gunpowder.
"Oh, uh, I dunno," she answered the skinny gentleman. She didn't think that many of the villagers would let a street rat into their homes with welcoming arms, nor would there be an empty booth to hole oneself up in. The shade of the tree and surrounding buildings were occupied for the most part with chatty tourists, and she would ill advise him to seek solitude in the graveyard. There were Poes in the graveyard. Mean ones. She entertained the thought of creating some cloud cover with one of her magical sonatas, but didn't want to literally rain on anyone else's parade and get the ground all mucky and gross.
"Maybe the stables are free? I'm not from around her, Mister, I'm sorry I can't help you. Why don't you go enjoy the festival while you wait on your potion?" she repeated herself, focusing on combing her less dangerous dry ingredients to make the brewing process faster and more effective.
"Are you sure this is a good idea, Mila?" her tiny golden sprite question, "For all you know he could filch your goggles from under your nose and never return."
"I trust him enough, Shila. Even if he's a little creepy. Judge not lest ye be judged," she confidently sounded.
"Mila, did we learn anything from the Gerudo Wastes?"
"Oh! I remember this one! 'Don't let Gerudo strangers watch your things or they'll rob you blind,' right?"
"Don't let [u]any strangers watch your things, Mila. People take advantage of generosity, don't make yourself a victim."[/i]
"Meekness is not weakness, Shila. Did you see how malnourished that man was? His fingers could've snapped in my hands like twigs! If he decides to steal my goggles, he can go ahead and steal them. He needs the money more than I do." Shila sighed, drifting to settle on the rusty-haired child's head.
"Do you even listen to yourself sometimes? You're not going to make any Rupees if you keep giving away all your things..."
"Not all the time. I just kinda talk and my brain gets distracted," Mila replied simply and honestly, "And it's all worth it as long as we do good in the world, right? I just hope he gets some food in him... maybe I can make him some onion stew? Oh, or cinnamon oatmeal! Or grilled cheese mushroom sandwiches! Or-"
"Mila," her fairy interrupted, "Were you not doing something right now?"
"Oh, that's right!" she shifted back to reality, "I need a bomb, some water, and more food for the road!"

The Kokiri girl shouldered her pack and shuffled out of her little grass hut, becoming partially entwined in ivy on her way out, and left most of her brewing tools behind. They'd be fine for just a few minutes, she shant be gone long.
"I'll be right back~!" she sang, skipping down the crowded thoroughfare with her leather tarp folded in her arms in the direction of the tiny village's well.

.::Legend of Zelda :: Whispers in the Night::.

I know I'm being tardy with my post, but if you don't feel like waiting on me Bright you can go ahead and have Magus toddle off to find something more interesting. Mila would just respond with a simple "I dunno" and similarly leave to go find some other ingredients for her potions (Kaboom Potion will need gunpowder, which she doesn't have. Gotta go buy a Bomb from the Gorons) and possibly shop for curios and odd things while everyone else is there.

It's late, I'm tired, maybe when the weekend hits.

Persona: Death Walkers

Questions! Fresh questions, right here! Get'em while they're hot!

-Alright, so we know that the players with the potential will (or have) been approached by the remnants of S.E.E.S. to combat the Death Walker Syndrome, but right now Fuuka is beseeching them to fight the monsters, explaining that they have Evokers. So is this their first meeting with S.E.E.S. or their first battle/dream event together?

-I'm assuming that to the players, this is a normal dream, with Fuuka trying to shake them out of it... but do dream rules still apply to a degree, or are they still mortals in the dream? I'm not talking about flying around with laser eyes playing an awesome guitar riff because the can, but do they appear in what they were wearing when the fell asleep a la Freddy Krueger with similar equipment, or will they appear as they see themselves day to day? Like how someone who falls asleep in pajamas but normally wears fancy suit and tie would experience their dream in a fancy suit and tie? And what of weapons? Will they have them just because they dream that they need them or is it like the Freddy Krueger thing again and they need to enter the dream with them?

-Was everyone on their own program prior to the dream, or was this a part of a plan? Like the first question, did they all meet up and are asleep in one spot or get physically transported into the dream or are they asleep in their beds? Which ties into my next question...

-This is more for all the players to hash out, but who knows who? Did they already have their "I Fight Nightmares" T-shirts made, or will they be somewhat surprised to see the others (barring that this is a dream)? Without a prior meeting (and the part more for the players), do they already all know each other, either closely, as acquaintances, or just someone they might know the name of or recognize?

-So this is Izzy's dungeon, but is she in the group with the others? Will one fight their own Nightmare or does having the Nightmare disqualify you for the participation award?

-With the Personae evolution, will the progression be sudden or steady? Take Izzy, for example, we're doing her dungeon. Nightmare down, dream resolved, she'll get the Mad Hatter from Alice pretty soon. But does she have this obscene jump from Garu to Wind Amp Garudyne, or will her abilities naturally progress as she fights more Shadows, much like how in P3 your party members would learn ever advancing skills with the same Persona and the second tier would unlock more?

-Will the players feel compelled to shoot themselves in the face with the Evokers or will they need to figure that part out themselves? Or will Fuuka tell them they should?

-Do I really want fries with that shake?

Thanks for listening, I know I'm kind of needy, but I like going into world/game mechanics.

For everyone else, who would be rather well-acquainted with the Scary Mari? I'm thinking that the shy, quiet, meeker types would naturally not associate themselves with her, but she's got a bit of a reputation for being a hardcore party girl and a delinquent, so anyone who likes to have a good time every now and again or would need to steer clear of that to protect their image would be familiar with the thug. She'd naturally take to anyone with any kind of status within Akane College, so she'd have at least tried to speak to some of the more popular/infamous students at some point or another. I'll put up who I believe Mari to be associated with, and why. If anyone wishes to argue against that or add to it, feel free to let me know.

-She'd probably be fairly familiar with Justin Case, seeing as they both like to drink. Although he seems a little bit more of the "I drink alone" type. He similarly doesn't use honorifics and Mari might appreciate this to a degree. The extent of their relationship would happen to extend as far as how social Justin happens to be, his conduct in regards to the more grey areas of "harmless fun", what crowds he hangs out with and what bars/parties he frequents. In kind, he doesn't like bullies himself and similarly might not enjoy Mari's presence, but such prickling resistance would make her bother him all the more just because she finds it fun to watch people get frustrated. But then again, that annoying aspect to his personality of not knowing his own opinion of others combined with Mari's sly two-faced nature might lead him to take her as a friend. Another common interest they share is fitness, and Mari happens to work at the gym.

Something gnaws at me though... I went to look up his CS for reference of possible past interactions, and his Arcana is missing. It's Star, is it not? The Star Arcana personifies being positive and optimistic, even in the face of adversity, that everything will work out just fine i.e. looking to the stars. Seems pretty nihilistic to be of the Star Arcana to me, although his Arcana could be reversed to which it would mean the opposite, where he might just fit if emphasis was focused on the despair he hides from others. He similarly could have a crisis of faith indicative of the Star Arcana. Something else, while looking at his Persona I found that Kartikeya has a crap ton of really high level techniques for being a beginning Persona. Maziodyne? Primal Force? In his Strengths he has a block skill right off the bat as well. Actually, based on techniques alone and disregarding Megidoloan, Kartikeya would actually be more powerful than Helel, with block and absorb skills, more powerful physical attacks (Myriad Arrows is pretty high up there, and Primal Force is above God's Hand in terms of power), and High Counter. I know it's a little late in the game to bring this up, but Kartikeya is super OP.

-Tokiko Tsuji might be well acquainted with the delinquent Mari Watanabe, although their relationship would probably be an icy one. She might seek to condemn her for acting like a thug and her devil-may-care attitude, but Mari would find Tokiko to be fun to mess with. Especially because she would consider Tokiko to be one of the few people challenging enough to argue with on a consistent basis. She enjoys playing Devil's Advocate, and Tokiko would be a skilled enough debate queen to be able to rip up Mari's straw man to shreds, and she would delight in toying with the law student as her argumentative stance keeps changing. Tokiko might not think too kindly of her, but Mari would find Tokiko to be rather amusing.

-Jason Ryan would probably know her because of a class they share: Philosophy. While Jason has chosen it has his Major, Mari took it as an elective because she enjoys arguing with and frustrating people and that's pretty much all Philosophy class is. However, I think she won't care for him too much. His personality is one of openness and joking around, and the jokes would wear on her patience and it isn't fun for her to figure him out if he lays everything on the table already.

-Any other characters probably won't have that much interaction with her on a daily unless there's a reason for it, such as sharing a class together or they frequent the same places. But it's possible.

Whelp, it's a bit of reading but that's all I've got to say for now.

.::Legend of Zelda :: Whispers in the Night::.

Oh. My. GOD. Ahahaha, that's totally freakin' awesome! He needs a theme song, I'm on it! Also, along that train of thought, bonus points for Blue Stahli.

So the seal has been dealed... An unholy pact forged between Burning Man and the poster child for Ritalin to exchange high grade explosives for transition lenses. Neat. The bogus science story is partially grounded in truth. Murrell is the first man to attempt to use nitroglycerin for medicinal purposes back in the mid 1800's, and I took two paralytic agents (Deku Seeds and something shocking), loosely applied "BECAUSE MAGIC" to reason that to "paralyze = uncontrollable constriction of muscles", tied that to snake (or in Zeldaverse, Rope) venom which is a blood agent, enacting the constricting effect upon the arteries to increase blood pressure, which is what nitroglycerin does medicinally. Deku Nuts explode when thrown hard against the ground while nitroglycerin explodes because of volatile nitric acids. It's easier to understand if you don't read too much into it, and I plan on adding similar mumbo jumbo to future potions.

.::Legend of Zelda :: Whispers in the Night::.

Upon the odd, lithe man's line of questioning about how her Kaboom Potion could fathomably ease a weakening heart, the fairy child was all too happy to once again relapse into her chipper blathering.
"I'm glad you asked that!" she exclaimed, "It's an interesting story! Kaboom Potion was invented almost twenty years ago by a genius alchemist named Doctor Morrell in an attempt to create medicine more efficient in stabilizing a weakening heartbeat! I personally had the opportunity to develop this with him, and we tried several different agents, but we tried a crazy tincture that worked! The concentrated oil of Deku Nuts normally causes a paralytic effect, but we discovered that when combined with the toxin found in Biri Jellyfish quills and the regulatory effect of mixing an equal measure of Green Chu jelly and Rope's anti-venom it could stimulate low blood pressure and regulate heartbeat! With further testing, it worked out to be a huge success! That is, until I dropped a vial of the potion. The concentrated Deku Nut oil apparently causes spontaneous explosion spurred by the pseudo-electric shock of Biri Jellyfish toxin. I don't think we ever found Doctor Morrell's toes, but I was given inspiration into turning it into a high-grade explosive! I substituted the Rope anti-venom for more things that go boom and the rest is history! It should still cure heart murmurs I think, but I don't know what the effect of adding Dodongo pancreas and gunpowder in lieu of Rope anti-venom would have. Oh! We tested the proper dosage by studying the power of hydrogen of the stomach when compared against the potion. And feeding it to Cuccoos! But Doctor Morrell said I'm not allowed to talk about the Cuccoos too much after that one time when we tried to-"

Apparently taking a page from Elder Lyontus's book, the twiggy individual interrupted her before she began to talk all day, proposing a trade. Mystic brews for enchanted garments. Mila's eyes lit up a brighter shade of emerald as she began to beam.
"Really!? Oh, yes! I think that will do! Oh Goddesses, but what do I want? Let's see..." The energetic Kokiri child began to chew on the edge of her thumb as the wheels turned in her head, leading her down a spider's web of ideas.
"I want Boots of Swiftness! No, Boots of Leaping! No wait, a cloak that sheds water like glass! Ah! That's it! Unbreakable bottles! Wait, target seeking slingshot! No, that's pointless... I want a Blouse of Many Colors! No, green is my favorite... Gloves of- no, that's not good either... Mystic Cap of-! Well, I think I'd need a cap first. And what would I do with a talking cap?" The little red-haired girl thought long and hard about what she wanted before finally settling. Or so she thought.
"Traveling around all the time gets tiresome, so how about a Featherweight Pack? Ah! That's it!" All of a sudden, the fairy girl bounced behind her stall, returning with a weathered traveler's backpack.
"Bag of Holding! It has to be a Bag of Holding! Think of all the potions ingredients I could tote with me! Pleasepleaseplease Bag of Holding!" the easily excitable begged the dark stranger with wide eyes. Her fairy companion could only be heard letting out a fatigued sigh at the hyperactive child's antics.

Magus couldn't help but take a small amount of amusement out of the fact that the fairy girl in front of him helped in creating something that exploded violently in the pursuit of something meant to heal others. He didn't know what a Cuccoo was, but they sounded dangerous for some reason...

The offer for enchantments seemed to have been accepted with gusto as the fairy child started to enthusiastically go through a list of possible enchantments that were either not in his ability to produce or had simply never undergone research for one reason or another. However, the one that she settled on in the end caused him to pause a little. "That would not be wise. While there has been research done in an attempt to create a proper bag of holding, as in an item that can hold an untold amount of things with ease and allow the user to withdraw any item in the bag with ease whenever they wished, a successful bag has yet to be created. At this point in time, at best you'll be unable to retrieve any item that goes into the bag. At worst sticking your hand into it will result in any number of a wide range of injuries to your hand and arm such as cuts, bites, burns and sometimes poisons. "

Thinking for a moment, Magus politely offered "How about a pair of goggles that would allow you to see in the dark?"

Mila cringed when the mysterious man suggested exactly why a Bag of Holding was the opposite of a sound decision, but she felt compelled to argue against him on whether or not one could be made. The legends said that it could be done, and if her hypotheses about inter-realm travel were correct then it should stand to reason that a pocket dimension was entirely possible. In theory. She should probably devise a test for it at some point or another...
But he had netted her attention like a golden beetle at the prospect of Dark Vision. Shila was similarly pleased as well. For one, it was something useful that Mila couldn't try to experiment with and result in property damage. For two, it would be a great deal of comfort when travelling or camping on lonely nights. While a companion fairy was often all the light that a Kokiri child would need, Mila was deathly afraid of the dark. Not normal night darkness like an open field with moonlight, but darkness of the sort that could be found in crypts and alleyways, hiding in untold number of dangers only perceptible to the imagination.
"Dark vision, dark vision, I'm getting dark vision~!" she chirped as she wrenched her protective eye wear from her forehead and slammed them onto the wooden counter before her. The little rusty-haired girl, eyes full of light, ecstatically waved her hand over the wood of the booth, anticipating a handshake to seal the deal.

The Paradigm Stone

Got somethin' for ya, Bacon Lord. Wisp is doing her own thing, but her and Seeder will eventually lose contact due to... circumstances. If you'd like, and if the Tin Man kept the phone he'd swindled, he can have his very own GeekSquad technical support flunkie for a little bit.