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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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[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.

[Link does not know the Deity. He doesn't know his alliances. He doesn't know which side he would take. But he feels like he knows him, because he had always been there, in the back of his head, ever since he was thirteen years old. It was almost impossible to view him as a stranger, as someone he couldn't trust.

Sheik or Impa might have called his next step folly, with that in mind. Link simply didn't think.]

He wants Wisdom and Courage for himself. But he's the one who split the Triforce in the first place.

[The rasp of breath that slides through his teeth is not unlike the unsheathing of a sword, a low, steely hiss. To split the Triforce--to sully it with an impure mind and heart... The Deity may have kept his distance from the Three, but some things were simply sacred.]

He will not. [Wisdom and Courage would not fall into his hands. If this boy spoke truly, he had been the one to help destroy Majora's evil for good. Very simply, the Oni had claimed Link as his. He had wielded his mask, had used and controlled his power rather than becoming consumed by it.]

[He was the Deity's vessel, and the being intended to keep it that way. For now.]

[There's a rush of confidence at that - that the god would take his side and believe him. Link had thought that he would, but to see it and know it for certain was something else. His lips turned up in a smile, and he nodded.

Then he held his hand out to the Deity.]

My name's Link.

[The Oni looked almost inquisitive at the gesture, tilting his head to study the hand--almost as though expecting Link to do something with it.]

Link. [He repeated slowly, committing the sound to memory. Link, Farore's chosen.]

[Link smiles a little, and reaches out to take the Deity's hand in his own, and show him how to shake hands.]

It's how a lot of people greet.

[There's a low sound, one of interest, and he'll mirror the action. A greeting. Curious.]

[Link nods.] That's it!

[So simple an action, but the boy seems pleased. That is reason enough to satisfy the Deity.]

[He gives Fierce's hand a vigourous shake, then lets go.]

We need to get you some iron.

[Iron... This again. In one, fluid motion, the Deity pulls the Helix Blade from his back, allowing it to hang comfortably in his grip. Is this not enough, boy?]

[Link shakes his head and remove the Master Sword. He remembered how shocked he was to find that he had been brought into Demeleier with that blessed blade, when he had since returned it to sleep back home. Part of him really missed the Gilded Sword, which he had used for five years happily and comfortably, but this sacred blade had always felt like an extension of his arm.

He holds it out for the Deity to see.]

Steel doesn't work. It has to be pure iron.

[That blade... His fingers extend slowly to very nearly caress the cold, smooth steel, sensing that there is something truly powerful about this weapon. It is an art-form, much like his own sword. The power it possesses cannot truly be seen with observation alone.]

[Eventually, there is a long, grudging sigh. The Deity doesn't like it, doesn't like that he's being forced into this path, but he has accepted it. For now.]

[Link watches him admire the Master Sword until that sigh. He re-sheathes the blade and gestures for him to follow.]

We can get some at the forge.

[His attention seems to perk again at that, and without a word, the being will follow after the Hero like an overly large, looming guard dog. For now, Link has his undivided attention.]

[It'll be a relatively quiet walk, in that case. Link's mind is racing. It's like finding Dark seperate from him all over again. In a way, it's even more disconcerting. While Dark had been an enemy, the Deity had been... closer to... well, a friend. Both were a part of him, in their own way. But to have Dark after he was seperated and the Deity before he became part of him was strange and unsettling. It felt almost violating, in a difficult to describe way.

They reached the forge in time, and Link opened the heavy door and pushed into the building. It was lit up and warm, though nothing was currently smelting and no one was in at present.]

In here.

[The Oni, fortunately and unfortunately, has no such mental dilemma. In fact, things are quite simple. This boy, some time in his future, will become important. It is vital to keep him safe then, at least until that time comes.]

[The warmth is appealing on a baser level, and the Deity grunts his approval, eyes wandering through the interior of the building.]

[Link moves into the forge proper, quite used to it by now. He rummages about until he finds the iron links, and walks back to the Deity with one proffered.]

[A large hand extends to gingerly take the offering, dangling the iron for a moment so that he can better look it over.]

Hm...

It's not much, but we don't have much. So... [He shrugs.]

Should not waste, then. [The Deity holds the link back out to the boy clearly not convinced its so-called powers will aid him in any way.]

[Link smiles and shakes his hand, closing the Deity's fingers over the link of iron.]

You keep it.

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