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[It sounds like the rumble of boulders at first, low, monotonous, and threatening. After a moment, one might realize it’s a combination of a growl deep in one’s throat, as well as the sound of blunt fangs grinding together in obvious irritation. It had taken him quite a while to even figure out how to turn the thing on, but now everyone could have his piercing, narrowed white eyes trying to bore holes through their souls.The creak of his gauntlets tightening around the hilt of a wicked, impossibly helix-blade is a chilling sound indeed.]

Where?

[These were not his lands, and he could not sense Majora anywhere nearby. The Oni was exhausted, still bearing the wounds of his titanic struggle, AND the dried blood smeared across his face only lent itself to his already savage appearance. Someone had better start talking, and quickly, before he found the first pair of mortals to snatch up with his hands and choke them until they mewled every answer he wanted to hear. ]

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[And with that simple question, the Oni's entire demeanor shifts once more. This boy knows him, knows of him, somehow. Is he one of the mortals the Deity inadvertently sought to protect?]

Boy. [Because something has occurred to him, suddenly, something that requires his attention.] How many others?

[He's not a boy anymore, Fierce, but he'll leave that for now.]

About a hundred of us are stuck here.

[You all look the same to him after a while, he doesn't know the difference.]

The chaos. Here? [Majora does not even deserve to have its name uttered. Still, even as just a mask, he does not want it straying into the wrong hands. He'd planned on sealing it away, hiding it somewhere, before eventually submitting to sleep himself.]

The chaos - the mask? It's not here. We beat it.

[Oh, what mixed communications can do...]

[--the mask.]

We?

[He hasn't quite processed that pulling the communicator closer to his face doesn't actually make people appear larger.]</small. ...I do not understand.

[He stares at the feed for a while, trying to read the god's expression.]

What do you remember...?

...We had fought. [His face breaks into a truly terrible grin at the memory.] Long, and bloody. I was the victor.

[The beast seems to be lost for a moment, thinking.] I sealed it away. Majora. [His entire face twists with revulsion.] It drained me. I would seal myself, too, to recover... but now I am here.

[He didn't remember. How could he? He was from before he became a mask, and he became a mask thousands and thousands of years before Link was born, as far as he knew.]

Sealed yourself in a mask?

[A slow nod.]

My spirit. You found it. [It's not really a question, but the Deity is watching intently.]

[It's Link's turn to give a slow nod, now.]

Yes.

And we crushed it. [The mask, he means. This satisfies him on a deep, primal level. This boy will need to be investigated--to see what sort of mortal could wield his power.]

[Link nods again, feeling a bit more steady now that he and the god are on the same page.] I can tell you about it later, if you want.

[But the Deity said he needed to recover, and strength or no strength, the fae would be bound to give him hassle. Link didn't want that.]

What do you know about here?

[He would like that, yes. Time should not be tampered with, but that is neither his fault, or the boy's.]

Fairies. Not the ones I know. Iron, rowan. [The Deity seems irritable, shaking his head.]

[Telling him he's the Hero of Time is going to be fun, too...]

That's the basics. Where are you?

[There's a bit of silence while the Oni looks around, and eventually just shrugs. If Link can make out his surroundings, he'll see that the being is near the inn.]</small.

[Link squints at the screen, and after a while, nods to himself.]

I'll be there soon.

[There's a grunt at that, as close to an acknowledging sound as Link is going to get, it seems. The Deity will wait.]

[Link arrives at the Inn, his run slowing to a walk when he catches sight of the Deity. There's no mistaking him for anyone else. And he's huge. Link had never noticed just how big a presence the Deity had - and that was to say nothing of his physical size, either.

He stopped several feet away from him, his eyes roving all over. The red and blue warpaint. The white hair. The Helix Blade. The designs on the armour. He had worn all of that. He had had all of that. It had been a part of him, as much as his own hair, his own face, his own blade, his own tunic. It had been his. And now it was seperate.

For a little while, he couldn't do anything but stare.]

[Fortunately, the Oni has no such reserves, and a few, long strides easily brings him closer to the small, golden-haired mortal. There's something about him that encourages the Deity to circle him, looking him over with close scrutiny.]

[Link stands there, letting him do it. Admittedly, it did start him back to wakefulness, but now he knows he better let the Deity sate his curiosity first.]

[He can sense something from this boy, a deep, primal essence that both incites his curiosity, and warns him to stay on guard. It is an old, old magic. Creation. That is what the boy exudes, and the Deity jerks to a sudden halt as everything falls into place.]

Farore's child. [The being's tone is one of mingled respect and wariness. A blessed child.]

[Link is not his descendant. The Triforce of Courage is only visible on his hands when around one of the other pieces - and only strongly visible in the presence of the other two. Nevertheless, he holds his left hand up, showing the Deity the back of it. He's never wanted to be able to control the shard of the Triforce more than now, just to show him. But it was always a latent power in Link, working with him in ways he wasn't even fully aware of.]

Wisdom and Power are here too.

[The Deity's inhalation is sudden, almost violent at the warm, golden glow that has seared itself on the back of the young man's palm. A finger extends as though to touch it, curling in on itself and away at the last, possible second. He cannot.]

The Three.... [Whether he meant the Goddesses or the wielders, he wasn't sure.]

The others. Worthy of the mark?

[Link is just as surprised at the sudden glow as the Deity. It dies down as the god's finger lowers from it. Link flips his hand over and looks at the back of it, then clenches his fingers into a fist and looks back up at the Oni.]

The others...

[Zelda was worthy. But Ganondorf? What had Zelda said? Something about him being too blinded by the power to... Ah, damn. It had been nearly nine years ago, now, for Link. He couldn't remember.]

Wisdom is. Power... [He trails off, not sure how to answer it. He gives a slightly uncomfortable shrug.] ... is powerful. Very powerful. I fought him before you helped me fight the mask.

A worthy opponent. [He supplies, but his eyes are narrowed as he studies the other's face.]

You trust one, but not the other. Disharmonious.

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