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> Did he turn into Zant? It was clear it was a transformation mask but I'm a little fuzzy on who it was of. I was going to explain that in my next post from Happy's point of view.

> > Interested in something other than Fire Emblem? I know so very little about it. But it looks like I could enjoy doing something with you. > > C: Hello! I'm also interested in medieval-fantasy things right now, but what kind of RPs/fandoms are you fond of? I'm sure we can find something if you're interested in RPing! I can do pretty much anything. Medieval-fantasy would be just fine. -Smiles- I also like doing fanfic style roleplays (like you wanted to do with Fire Emblem), though, it can be difficult if I'm unfamiliar with something.

Interested in something other than Fire Emblem? I know so very little about it. But it looks like I could enjoy doing something with you.

Well, currently, Zmerr, Seras and Chii are looking at you. You've been noticed. So, maybe come out and introduce yourself?

Then I guess that means I'm leaning on Xander to post before I can continue my end.

> dont feel like posting for today, sorry > > anyway, I put down a new char, a 3e female, what do you think Zmerr? She sounds pretty good to me.

Another plot twist. Please no one have their characters see what happened to Happy.

The Happy Mask Salesman quickly and absentmindedly unlocked the door to his shop and threw it open. He'd calmed down a bit since the events in the Square, but there was still anger in the action. He dropped his pack on the floor and sat at his working station. He folded his hands and rested his elbows on the table, thoughtfully placing his chin on the tangle of fingers. No one ever cared what he had to say. No one cared that he ever did anything but make and sell masks. Wouldn't it be ironic if he was to save Zelda? If he overthrew Ganondorf? If he shrugged Midna off as she had him? He smirked at the thought. Her pretty foreign face distorted in a hurt expression as he refused her the throne she so desired. But the idea was unrealistic. He was no match for any of the forces in this picture. He was nothing more than a mere man with a strange hobby and an almost eternal smile. Almost, because now it was turned downward in a angrily thoughtful frown. But then there were the special masks. Masks endowed with magic. Majora's Mask. NO! He jumped out of his chair and slammed his hands down on the table, staring determinedly at nothing. He couldn't go after the legendary mask of destruction. It would be a repeat of history. A person who felt unappreciated seeking revenge and almost killing everyone to get noticed. It was immoral. But there were other options. One's that wouldn't blacken his soul. He looked down at his hands, his long fingers digging into the table's wood. He relaxed a little. He would show everyone he was something no one should ignore. He walked to the counter and dug down into one of the drawers and drew out a mask. It was creepy. Blues, purples and blacks outlined the unmistakable features of the Twilight Princess' assistant. He grinned an almost evil grin and held the mask up to the light. A quiet chuckle gurgled in his throat. He would *definitely* show them all. He put the mask on and screamed in pain as the world went dark for a moment. He held his head to assure himself that it wasn't going to explode. Then he opened his eyes. Everything looked just a little smaller, but the reality of it was that he was just taller.

> And what's a Zelda game without a strange dream? Right?

I'm glad to see that poor Terra isn't the only female in the roleplay. Perhaps Bastet might be exactly what Terra needs. Interesting entrance. I don't think it could have been better times, Lugubrious. -Laughs-