Okay, I know I don't update this often, but it's fourth term, and finals are coming up, one of which is for drama, so I'm working on memorizing lines and getting the set ready. Other than that, which eats up all my time, colorguard is starting again, so I'm spending a lot of time in clinics helping with the newbies. Ay, caramba....
*grumble, mutter, random sheikan obscenities*
In his haste, Sheik had forgotten to put any shoes on, and the shingled rooftops were reminding him of his folly at every step.
[Ow. Ow. Ow. Ow...]
Forsaking the safety of the less-traveled area of Kakariko for the soft grass and dirt of the alleyways, Sheik dropped over a storm gutter and slipped into the shadows made by the buildings. He mulled over likely places to begin his search. He was certain they wouldn't just show up walking through the streets, but where could they have gone? That was what he didn't want to think about too much. His mind kept picturing the dungeons of Castletown, or the river under Death Mountain, or the bottom of the River Zora, and other such unpleasant images. He pushed those thoughts from his mind as best he could, moving more or less in the direction of the graveyard.
[As good a place to start as any...]
Daring to walk instead of the usual "slink", Sheik gazed up at the sky, admiring the few bright stars that could make themselves seen despite the moon. The was the Huntress, and the Sight, the Goat, the Guardian, and the Wol-
*Slam!*
"Ugh!" Looking at the stars, Sheik had let his guard down for a minute, uncharacteristic, but true. He found himself jolted out of his reverie by his back being suddenly set, quite forcefully, against a wall, knocking the wind out of him and stunning him momentarily. With bleary vision, he could make out a dark shape that he assumed to be hylian.
The shape spoke. "'Ere, now! Ain't it a mite late for walkin'? Hmm?"
Sheik noticed, with much dismay, that there was a cold, metallic something pressed against his neck. Deciding to play it safe, he tried to pacify the mugger. "I don't have any money..." He stifled a gasp as the dagger bit into the skin of his neck.
"Now, that's a real shame." For an instant, a white smile glinted in the dim light.
[Okay....You're a nutcase.....I think I'm scared now...] "......Uh......So.....y-you can just.....let me go now, and....I'll be on my way...." Once again, Sheik cursed his own thoughtlessness in not bringing a weapon...again. He didn't even have his harp.
The scruffy vagabond sniggered at that. "Hoy! Should I, now? You say you ain't got nothin'....Wot be I wastin' my time on you for?" He seemed a bit reluctant to have spent valuable attacking...energy... on a rupeeless whelp who had the audacity to not only walk carelessly through a dark alley without any valuables to lure unsuspecting criminals, but also to speak to him in that condescending tone he loathed. He wasn't a moron.....
[I don't know, maybe to learn how to speak Common? Goddesses! Why didn't I bring my whip, or needles, or a rock-something?!] "I....wouldn't know....." He was getting the feeling that this loon wasn't going to just let go and say 'Well, I guess you can just run along.' He was going to have to get tough. He quickly looked for any discrepancies in his attacker that could be exploited... [....He has me pinned all wrong...] And he did. Mr. Scum, Dredge of Society extraordinaire, had Sheik held against the wall with his right arm and left shoulder, while also keeping Sheik lifted slightly off the ground. Also, his thoughts seemed to be wandering slightly; Sheik saw his chance and took it.
Curling his legs to his chest, Sheik gave Mr. Mugger a nasty double kick right in the collarbone. As he stumbled back a few paces, Sheik sprang forward and gave him another roundhouse kick smack dab in the kisser. It was lights-out for Mr. Mugger, who had been relieved of a tooth by Sheik's final blow. Intent on putting as much distance between himself and the now-unconscious vagabond sprawled in the alley, Sheik took to the shadows again and slipped through the village as quickly as stealth would allow.
In ten minutes time, he found himself at the entrance to the graveyard. The scent of damp earth pervaded the air. It was reverently quiet, and while to most Kakarikoans the place was avoided like the plague, Sheik found it calming, but then most sheikah have a bit of a soft spot for cemeteries. Instinctively and mechanically he wandered towards the back of the graveyard. Impa sometimes went to the temple back there, though never before at night, and never with Zelda. Princess or not, the place was taboo. But if she had to hide somewhere....what better place?
Clambering up the steep slope that kept the entrance hidden and inaccessible to unwanted visitors, Sheik looked upon the unadorned hole carved into the hillside. [Breathtaking, as always....] With a small sigh, he entered the front lobby, which was little more than a shrine by its size. A large circular design was inlaid on the floor, and was surrounded by myriad torches and candles. Normally, the central torch was lit at all times, but over the course of a very unpleasant seven years, someone had allowed the flame to go out. That was rather sad.
[I wonder what happened to the priestess...]
Sheik was once again rudely interrupted from his thoughts when a pinkish blur tackled him to the ground. Too stunned to even scream, he lay, wide-eyed and shivering, while the pinkish blur-turned hylian laughed at him.
"Some sheikah you are, if I had a knife you'd be toast by now!"
"Zelda! A simple 'hello' would have scared me enough, thanks..."
"You're so jumpy!"
It was then that Zelda noticed a rather nasty-looking bruise forming on the side of Sheik's face. "Oh, I'm sorry; I didn't hurt you, did I?" Her tone had shifted from jesting to one of sisterly worry as she tried to evaluate the damage in the dim light.
Sheik gently but impatiently shoved her to one side as he stood up. "No, it happened earlier; I've had worse." It wasn't entirely true, Zelda's overenthusiastic greeting had been rather painful to someone already sore from several days worth of ill-treatment, but Sheik was sure she wasn't feeling that great either. Besides, what kind of sheikah whines about a few bruises? And scrapes, and unaligned joints, and a splitting headache, and being overtired, and hunger, and..... Well, what kind of sheikah whines, anyway...?
"Don't worry about it, but you have some explaining to do." He tried to look stern. "You can start with why you were here while I was back at the house, getting white hairs worrying over you two."
I know, it's very short. I'm kinda busy, so be happy for what I have done....
*grumble, mutter, random sheikan obscenities*
In his haste, Sheik had forgotten to put any shoes on, and the shingled rooftops were reminding him of his folly at every step.
[Ow. Ow. Ow. Ow...]
Forsaking the safety of the less-traveled area of Kakariko for the soft grass and dirt of the alleyways, Sheik dropped over a storm gutter and slipped into the shadows made by the buildings. He mulled over likely places to begin his search. He was certain they wouldn't just show up walking through the streets, but where could they have gone? That was what he didn't want to think about too much. His mind kept picturing the dungeons of Castletown, or the river under Death Mountain, or the bottom of the River Zora, and other such unpleasant images. He pushed those thoughts from his mind as best he could, moving more or less in the direction of the graveyard.
[As good a place to start as any...]
Daring to walk instead of the usual "slink", Sheik gazed up at the sky, admiring the few bright stars that could make themselves seen despite the moon. The was the Huntress, and the Sight, the Goat, the Guardian, and the Wol-
*Slam!*
"Ugh!" Looking at the stars, Sheik had let his guard down for a minute, uncharacteristic, but true. He found himself jolted out of his reverie by his back being suddenly set, quite forcefully, against a wall, knocking the wind out of him and stunning him momentarily. With bleary vision, he could make out a dark shape that he assumed to be hylian.
The shape spoke. "'Ere, now! Ain't it a mite late for walkin'? Hmm?"
Sheik noticed, with much dismay, that there was a cold, metallic something pressed against his neck. Deciding to play it safe, he tried to pacify the mugger. "I don't have any money..." He stifled a gasp as the dagger bit into the skin of his neck.
"Now, that's a real shame." For an instant, a white smile glinted in the dim light.
[Okay....You're a nutcase.....I think I'm scared now...] "......Uh......So.....y-you can just.....let me go now, and....I'll be on my way...." Once again, Sheik cursed his own thoughtlessness in not bringing a weapon...again. He didn't even have his harp.
The scruffy vagabond sniggered at that. "Hoy! Should I, now? You say you ain't got nothin'....Wot be I wastin' my time on you for?" He seemed a bit reluctant to have spent valuable attacking...energy... on a rupeeless whelp who had the audacity to not only walk carelessly through a dark alley without any valuables to lure unsuspecting criminals, but also to speak to him in that condescending tone he loathed. He wasn't a moron.....
[I don't know, maybe to learn how to speak Common? Goddesses! Why didn't I bring my whip, or needles, or a rock-something?!] "I....wouldn't know....." He was getting the feeling that this loon wasn't going to just let go and say 'Well, I guess you can just run along.' He was going to have to get tough. He quickly looked for any discrepancies in his attacker that could be exploited... [....He has me pinned all wrong...] And he did. Mr. Scum, Dredge of Society extraordinaire, had Sheik held against the wall with his right arm and left shoulder, while also keeping Sheik lifted slightly off the ground. Also, his thoughts seemed to be wandering slightly; Sheik saw his chance and took it.
Curling his legs to his chest, Sheik gave Mr. Mugger a nasty double kick right in the collarbone. As he stumbled back a few paces, Sheik sprang forward and gave him another roundhouse kick smack dab in the kisser. It was lights-out for Mr. Mugger, who had been relieved of a tooth by Sheik's final blow. Intent on putting as much distance between himself and the now-unconscious vagabond sprawled in the alley, Sheik took to the shadows again and slipped through the village as quickly as stealth would allow.
In ten minutes time, he found himself at the entrance to the graveyard. The scent of damp earth pervaded the air. It was reverently quiet, and while to most Kakarikoans the place was avoided like the plague, Sheik found it calming, but then most sheikah have a bit of a soft spot for cemeteries. Instinctively and mechanically he wandered towards the back of the graveyard. Impa sometimes went to the temple back there, though never before at night, and never with Zelda. Princess or not, the place was taboo. But if she had to hide somewhere....what better place?
Clambering up the steep slope that kept the entrance hidden and inaccessible to unwanted visitors, Sheik looked upon the unadorned hole carved into the hillside. [Breathtaking, as always....] With a small sigh, he entered the front lobby, which was little more than a shrine by its size. A large circular design was inlaid on the floor, and was surrounded by myriad torches and candles. Normally, the central torch was lit at all times, but over the course of a very unpleasant seven years, someone had allowed the flame to go out. That was rather sad.
[I wonder what happened to the priestess...]
Sheik was once again rudely interrupted from his thoughts when a pinkish blur tackled him to the ground. Too stunned to even scream, he lay, wide-eyed and shivering, while the pinkish blur-turned hylian laughed at him.
"Some sheikah you are, if I had a knife you'd be toast by now!"
"Zelda! A simple 'hello' would have scared me enough, thanks..."
"You're so jumpy!"
It was then that Zelda noticed a rather nasty-looking bruise forming on the side of Sheik's face. "Oh, I'm sorry; I didn't hurt you, did I?" Her tone had shifted from jesting to one of sisterly worry as she tried to evaluate the damage in the dim light.
Sheik gently but impatiently shoved her to one side as he stood up. "No, it happened earlier; I've had worse." It wasn't entirely true, Zelda's overenthusiastic greeting had been rather painful to someone already sore from several days worth of ill-treatment, but Sheik was sure she wasn't feeling that great either. Besides, what kind of sheikah whines about a few bruises? And scrapes, and unaligned joints, and a splitting headache, and being overtired, and hunger, and..... Well, what kind of sheikah whines, anyway...?
"Don't worry about it, but you have some explaining to do." He tried to look stern. "You can start with why you were here while I was back at the house, getting white hairs worrying over you two."
I know, it's very short. I'm kinda busy, so be happy for what I have done....
