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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 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.

[The touch is something the being considers for a moment, then nods once. He will accept this offering.]

[Link pats his hand.]

Now we need to get you settled somewhere.

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