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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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From:

othersided

[See Saki, in all her bored glory.]

Paris.

From:

thehandofwisdom

[~~Oh, Saki...~~ This individual sounds like he means business and Zelda is just going to come in here and give him the answer he's hopefully interested in to minimize damage...]

You are in Demeleier.

From:

shichirin

[There was something about this person that indicated that he was completely serious. That much was obvious. Though the sound of his voice did nothing but drive home that point.]

Demeleier.

From:

selfished

'Where'? [ even in the face of all those chilling sounds and looks, Kyouko just sounds a little.. annoyed, perhaps. ]

That's a bit of a vague question, huh? But it's Demeleier.

From:

likethedirection

Demeleier. [Here's someone who's trying not to sound scared. Aggression and bluntness tend to cover it pretty well]

From:

tapferkeit.livejournal.com

[There's a roaring in his head and a rushing in his ears even before he opens the feed, like a part of him was stretching away and snapping back, swirling all around him. Link puts his hand to his head, closing his eyes as if in pain, and then he looks at the feed.

The bottom seems to drop from his stomach. He knows those eyes. He has worn those eyes. He'd weilded that sword and felt that maddening power coursing through him.

He had been the Deity, and he recognised him for what he was.

Speechless, he doesn't do anything more than suck in a breath of pure shock.]