Has anyone heard from GodOfWar lately? I'm getting lost without them.
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Hello fellow Guild members. I'm Zmerr. I love to roleplay. I am very loyal to my roleplays and will honestly let you know when or if I have lost interest. In return, I trust that anyone I may be playing with does the same. I play a wide range of settings with the exception of most supernatural themes. I am almost always willing to try new things and love originality. I'm easy-going and I'm not particularly picky about grammar, though I take pride in my own. I can post anywhere from one sentence to ten paragraphs depending on the situation, though I try to keep it in a range of two to five paragraphs.
Also- If I suddenly seem super busy, don't mistake it as a lack of interest. I'm also the leader of a roleplay guild in Guild Wars 2 and often hold meetings and such.
Also- If I suddenly seem super busy, don't mistake it as a lack of interest. I'm also the leader of a roleplay guild in Guild Wars 2 and often hold meetings and such.
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Ahh I see. Is that who ben10roleplayer was? because my subs says they were the last person to post, but the link is forbidden.
I went to bed and stuff happened...... What did I miss? o.o The comments don't make sense.
"Er.." The Salesman began, not really sure where to start. So many questions had been asked in a matter of seconds. He ran a hand through his hair and decided to start with the child's last question. "It looks like a lot of fun, but I have a better one for you." He went back behind the counter and into a small storage room.
He rummaged around, thinking. What interesting luck. The child of the legend of Majora's Mask has suddenly appeard in my shop. Surely not something anyone can brag about. Nor would they if they had the opportunity. He huffed half a chuckle to himself as he coninues looking through old masks
The child definitely held his interest. He felt he had a bit of connection with him. If the legend was true, the boy attacked Clock Town years ago because he'd felt betrayed by his only friends. They'd left him to fend for himself. The Salesman could understand that to a point. He himself was, of course, a nobody shop keeper. The only things people thought of when they saw him were how to avoid him so they wouldn't be sucked into a deal or how to come to him for a glorious mask the day of a festival.
People rarely saw him for the Hylian he really was. Surely someone would reach out a hand to befriend him at some point, right? Wrong. The people of Castle Town were always so preoccupied with their own business to think about the person behind the counter.
He grinned as he found what he had been looking for. He pulled out a mask that had been intended for the non-Hylain children that might come through. He hadn't put it out for fear of being chastised. People telling him that this was a Hylian celebration and should therefore be treated as such.
He didn't care who came through his doors - Hylain or not. The value of their rupees were the same. The mask was of a boy. It had a smooth smile curled up into soft pink cheeks. Hollowed out eyes where the wearer's would show through. A mess of dark hair at the top. It was remarkably simple.
He thought of the irony. If the Stalfos child wore it, he would be a foreigner at a Hylian celebration, dressed as a normal Hylian child. He dusted the mask off and thought for a brief moment more before exiting the storage room. "The colors go better with your clothing." He held it out to the boy. "And it's free."
He rummaged around, thinking. What interesting luck. The child of the legend of Majora's Mask has suddenly appeard in my shop. Surely not something anyone can brag about. Nor would they if they had the opportunity. He huffed half a chuckle to himself as he coninues looking through old masks
The child definitely held his interest. He felt he had a bit of connection with him. If the legend was true, the boy attacked Clock Town years ago because he'd felt betrayed by his only friends. They'd left him to fend for himself. The Salesman could understand that to a point. He himself was, of course, a nobody shop keeper. The only things people thought of when they saw him were how to avoid him so they wouldn't be sucked into a deal or how to come to him for a glorious mask the day of a festival.
People rarely saw him for the Hylian he really was. Surely someone would reach out a hand to befriend him at some point, right? Wrong. The people of Castle Town were always so preoccupied with their own business to think about the person behind the counter.
He grinned as he found what he had been looking for. He pulled out a mask that had been intended for the non-Hylain children that might come through. He hadn't put it out for fear of being chastised. People telling him that this was a Hylian celebration and should therefore be treated as such.
He didn't care who came through his doors - Hylain or not. The value of their rupees were the same. The mask was of a boy. It had a smooth smile curled up into soft pink cheeks. Hollowed out eyes where the wearer's would show through. A mess of dark hair at the top. It was remarkably simple.
He thought of the irony. If the Stalfos child wore it, he would be a foreigner at a Hylian celebration, dressed as a normal Hylian child. He dusted the mask off and thought for a brief moment more before exiting the storage room. "The colors go better with your clothing." He held it out to the boy. "And it's free."
@GodOfWar It's quite alright. Life happens :)
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The Happy Mask Salesman eyed the boy as he stepped out of the shadows. He was a strange creature. His eyes glowed amber even in the light. His clothing consisted of various kinds of plant matter and his face -save for the eyes- was completely concealed. Despite the inability to see the child's face, he could still feel the emotion an expression would have normally shown.
The Salesman holds the mask out to reveal the words carved into the back Replica of Majora's Mask. Not endowed with the spirit of an ancient demon. It was ironic really. The boy was so eager to obtain the real thing that he hadn't bothered to be thorough in his research. Or perhaps, it was just a display of a child's ambition, however twisted it might have been.
"Creating accurate replicas and elaborate masks is my profession and my passion. To make a less realistic replica would be against my standards." He turns to set the mask back on the counter. "As for food, I only have some bread." He looked at the boy, his smile having returned to his face. "I find it hard to make ends meet on my humble, ever-fluctuating income. But you're welcome to it."
He went behind the counter to retrieve the bread he'd spoken of. He was hungry as well, having spent his entire day preparing for the festival. He hadn't even thought about eating.
The Salesman holds the mask out to reveal the words carved into the back Replica of Majora's Mask. Not endowed with the spirit of an ancient demon. It was ironic really. The boy was so eager to obtain the real thing that he hadn't bothered to be thorough in his research. Or perhaps, it was just a display of a child's ambition, however twisted it might have been.
"Creating accurate replicas and elaborate masks is my profession and my passion. To make a less realistic replica would be against my standards." He turns to set the mask back on the counter. "As for food, I only have some bread." He looked at the boy, his smile having returned to his face. "I find it hard to make ends meet on my humble, ever-fluctuating income. But you're welcome to it."
He went behind the counter to retrieve the bread he'd spoken of. He was hungry as well, having spent his entire day preparing for the festival. He hadn't even thought about eating.
The Happy Mask Salesman almost jumped over the counter as he went to hide behind it. He hadn't been expecting any visitors. Especially not ones who jumped down from the rafters after he had closed shop for the night. He poked his head up to look over the counter and at the boy. The child had mostly disappeared into the shadows, only his strange, glowing eyes showing.
The Salesman stood up, brushing himself off and straitening out his coat. He stepped back around to the front of the counter and bent to pick up the broken mask. He sighed as he realized that he would likely not be collecting four-hundred rupees for it. He turned to set it on the counter before addressing the boy.
"Do you really honestly think anyone would try to sell the real thing?" He turned to meet the amber eyes. He knew those eyes if only from legend. "Only a fool would try to sell Majora's Mask." He leaned against the counter, his usually ever-present smile was currently turned down in a frown.
He picked the replica up again, surveying the damage. Perhaps it could be salvaged, though he would likely need to stay up all night to do so. It had only incurred a crack and the loss of a horn. He rubbed his finger along the crack thoughtfully.
The Salesman stood up, brushing himself off and straitening out his coat. He stepped back around to the front of the counter and bent to pick up the broken mask. He sighed as he realized that he would likely not be collecting four-hundred rupees for it. He turned to set it on the counter before addressing the boy.
"Do you really honestly think anyone would try to sell the real thing?" He turned to meet the amber eyes. He knew those eyes if only from legend. "Only a fool would try to sell Majora's Mask." He leaned against the counter, his usually ever-present smile was currently turned down in a frown.
He picked the replica up again, surveying the damage. Perhaps it could be salvaged, though he would likely need to stay up all night to do so. It had only incurred a crack and the loss of a horn. He rubbed his finger along the crack thoughtfully.
I'm going to be largely unavailable today and possibly tomorrow too, but I plan to get at least one post in before the end of the weekend. Also, I'm trying to figure out exactly how I'm going to respond to Skull Kid.
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