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(Warning she is from the Legend of Zelda. So either I will try to adapt her as much as I can or if your fine with it then it can be a lil crossover thing. I don't wanna implement to much from a world with magic and different rules if your not fine with it. I can just try and adapt her)Β
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(Ha! It's okay! I am a big LoZ fan so a crossover would be great, After all, nothing is canon! : P )
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(LoZ and HoND are my life blood. But LoZ came before HoND. This OC is....6 yeas old. Well not age but I made her 6 years ago. Anyway! Shadow magic and Keese it is! )
With a quick stride, and quick maneuvers, a figure weaved around and stopped. Given Claude was sitting he was beneath this person. But that said this person was tall (I did math and LoZ people are tall and I love it xD ) themselves. A wine red cape with a good covered any obvious physical traits, along with their face. They were carrying something under their arm and just stared. After a moment they knelt down "For the love of Nayru..." the voice was obviously female, but held command and power "tell me this is a church. That it is a safe place. Tell me the truth though...I don't have time for games!"Β
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Claude jumped in fright noticing the stranger. He was too absorbed into studying to fully understand what they said. "P-pardon me! I did not quite understand what you asked of me. I am aware it was terribly rude on my behalf, however could you kindly repeat that phrase." He asked awkwardly, his voice although clear and deep, was hushed and shaky.
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"...useless..." she sighed and shook her head "Forget it, then. Stupid humans. Always the same....no matter the location" she got up "where is the entrance to this place, then? I'm not keen on being out here to long" she shifted what she had under her arm and it made a screech and squeak sound "hush, your fine" she whispered angrily to it trough grit teeth.Β
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"Oh, of course!" He said, getting up, careful to keep his hood on at all times. "Right this way please." He continued shyly. Showing her the way. "Thou art in quite a hurry... I do not suppose thou seek sanctuary." He asked discreetly, opening the gates of the cathedral.
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"I suppose I do. Churches are the same no matter location....more or less. I just need a place with a good vantage" she walked in and shifted what she had under her arm "...You are human, right?" As far as she knew from what little she knew, he had some traits of a sheikah. Which confused her and made her reach for her daggerΒ
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"Believe what thou wilt. For there are two outlooks on the subject. My master and I believe I am human, the Parisians dread me as a demon. However I can assure you my color is simply a birth defect, a skin disorder if you may." He calmly assured her. However there was great sadness in his voice. He let out a trembling sigh and continued "I have been shunned and scorned all of my life for this, and thus I am rather sensitive on the subject. I deeply apologize if I begun rambling again, I just... It is nice to have someone to talk to." He added.
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"Small world......let me see your ears and teeth. That is the only way I can be sure" she kept a tight hold on the dagger, weary of and prepared for a sneak attack. She would not talk to him on any basis of equality until then. As far as she was concerned he was a possible threat. So she fell back a bit, to have a clean shot should he be lying. Everything about her was very tenseΒ
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He looked around to see if anyone was nearby. After seeing that they were out of sight, he sighed and removed the hood. His purplish eyes reflected the dim candle light and appeared red as his tender, milky white skin had a rosy tint on the cheeks and on his round ears. He smiled to reveal a row of perfectly human teeth. "See? There is not a thing that would be considered inhuman on the rest of my body. I am not a dangerous threat, merely a laughingstock to the rest of the citizens." He said looking away.
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She backed away for a second on first look at his eyes. They confused her. She circled him and looked closely at his ears to make sure they were not cut. Though they wouldn't work very well if they had been. She then looked at his eyes again "....you are human. An odd human, but human. But your eyes are a joke" she smirked though it was hardly visible "Never seen anything like them" she put her dagger away quickly, and her cargo hissed "Shush...alright. So fair is fair. Wish to see my face now? A human isn't a threat to me"Β
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"If thou feel not uncomfortable with it, I would be pleased to see thee." He smiled through his thin and sickly dark lips.
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She welled up with pride and the idea of showing off, just a little. She took off the cape and drapped it over what was in her arms. It made a squeak of confusion but stayed calm after that.Β
The first thing to draw the eye was how red hers were. They were vibrant and clear. It was no condition in any way, it was how they were meant to be. Her right eye was in part covered by bangs, which themselves contained a section of white hair. Past her bags were long painted ears. They twitched, showing she had some control of them to move them a bit up and down. Finally her skin tone, which came close to a light grey. She gave him a smile, and her teeth her normal. But that was one of the only things that was "These are red eyes"Β
(This is the most recent drawing I have of her as I haven't drawn her uncle about a year and a half. As well as I haven't drawn LoZ OoS/OoA style in awhile. Also yeah she has a lot of eyeliner aroud her eyesΒ sta.sh/027zstnktv79 ))
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"By our lady! That is truly magnificent! What art thou?" He asked, studying her until his eyes met with her halfway uncovered bosom. "Oh my!" He jumped back all red. "I am terribly sorry for my reaction.... I am simply not accustomed to so much skin being exposed." He said shyly, covering his face with his hat. Suddenly someone was heard bolting down the stairs. It was a man with greyed-out ginger hair and green eyes. He appeared to be in his early fifties and yet his face was more feeckled than wrinckled. He was holding a small red-furred dog which was lacking its front legs and had a deformed face. "Everyone stand back! Quasimodo needs to pee! Do you wish to be peed? I think not." Said the man, quickly running past them. "Oh? 'Tis Master Jacques. " Said the man with the purple eyes.
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"...cute dog..." she watched with little worry. Another human, no harm to her. No threat "listen can I be taken up? I came here for a vantage. You can study more on the way but I need to get to the top"as for my clothing...well, I can't very well fight in a dress can I?"
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"Of course." He said, leading the way upstairs. "So thou art a warrior, art thou not? It must be truly grand to be able to defend thineself." He chuckled. "I wouldn't be able to even lift a sword properly." He said, and after some thought he added. "This is why I always keep a dagger along. 'Tis light, handy and, if used correctly, not lethal. I would never stand to have another person's blood on my conscience." He said, lowering his eyes.
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"Well, lets hope you won't have to. Because sometimes you just have to....what you want doesn't really matter" she looked around and once she felt they were high up enough she uncovered what was in her arm and let it go. It was a batlike creature but larger in size. It had a very puffy chest, mane like. And it had a long tail with a claw-like hook at the end. It fluffed out and perched on her shoulder. It looked Claude over and hissed at him. ScreechedΒ
"hush. He is human. He is not threat. Especially since he doesn't want to cause harm..."Β
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"'Tis alright. Animals usually take a disliking in me until I can convince them otherwise. I had a really tough time when I first got Quasimodo." He said. "But enough about me, tell me more about thineself. Thine life must be so exciting!" He said with glistening eyes.
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"My life is no concern of yours!" She suddenly snapped "I alreayd told you to much! So know your place and be quiet!" There was a pause, and then she nuzzled her bat. He licked her and hissed at Claude again. His fur prickling as he contemplated attacking. She put a hand on his head and squished a bit. So he calmed and cooed "...besides it is not the happiest of stories and more often than not people want to kill me afterwards so how about we just avoid all that?"
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Claude was about to speak when Jacques once again walked in. "There you are, Claude! I've been looking for ya. What in the world have you be doing up here?" He asked, impatiently placing his hands on his hips. "Oh, master Jacques. I... I have been talking to a friend." He smiled. "I see." He said looking at her with a scornful look. "Put some clothes on, will ya? You're in a church, not the court of miracles." Said he sharply. "M-master! Do not be rude. She is a respectful damsel. She simply dresses like this because she is a warrior- Wait. Thou art not the least surprised on how she looks like?" Asked Claude. "Oh! She is actually a freak? I thought I was seeing her like that because I haven't taken my meds for too long." He chuckled. "Master!" Cried Claude embarrased of him. "D-don't mind him. His just ill..." He sighed. "I am not ill! I am as sane as Maria over here. Ain't I sane, my Maria." He said, looking at nothing.
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"...clearly..." she backed up a bit and glared "I wouldnt call myself a freak. Beautiful, rather. Because you could only dream of being what I am" she continued on, paying Jacques no mind "I have no clue what a court of miracles is but perhaps you need a miracle to cure your insanity. Have fun talking to the air if it keeps you from getting in the way of people who have more important things to worry about than a crazy man like yourself" she continued up "come with if you want, ah...Claude. You are a decent if cowardly human....but what humans aren't? At least you are not crazy...." she drew her dagger again and kept it in plain view. Her Keese made itself look bigger and screeched loudly at Jacques. He was a true threat to the defensive Keese.
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"Why you little..." Growled Jacques. "There, there, master... Be not like that. I shall get thee thine medicine." He turned towards the girl. "I beg of thee, fair damsel, to forgive my master's misbehaviour. It is not his fault he is that way... Not only because of his illness but... He has been through a lot." He said, with a pleading bow. "After all the illness renders him more dangerous to himself rather than others... M-Most of the time, anyway. I shall go get his medicine first and then I shall once again join you" He smiled politely and bolted downstairs. Jacques was muttering something under his breath obsessively over and over, but it was not audible.
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"I don't care what he has been through or what he has. Not like I didn't have my share of trials..." she stared at Jacques for a bit, narrowing her eyes in suspicion. After a moment she continued until she was at the top and free from the roof. She smiled and pet her Keese "alright. Go find me some place worthwhile" she lifted her arm and he took off flying. She meanwhile leaned on the edge and looked out "....interesting place"
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After a while Claude arrived at the rooftop as well but it seemed that there was something wrong since it appeared that he had ran all the way to the rooftop. "H-have you seen my master? I was about to... Give him the medicine but he was not where I left him!" He said in a panicky town, huffing audibly.
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"Oh...I didn't really care so I left him. Do you need to find him?..." she looked him over and sighed. She pitied him. Hopefully it wouldn't stay that way but for now... "I suppose I could help you. I specialize in finding what I want"Β
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"Oh. Million thanks!" He sighed in relief. "Thou hast no idea how important master Jacques is to me. He is like a father to me... He took me in when my parents had to give me up." He said, still trying to catch his breath.
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".....that I understand. But my birth parents abandoned me. Well he does not seem like the best person but..." she sighed "my adoptive parents were not either...alright. Then I will help you. Where does he go? Would make my time easier"
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He gave her a look of compassion but did not say anything in fear that he would further annoy her. "He is usually in his workshop, but I doubt he would run there in the state he is in..." He muttered. "Another possible place is his cell... Oh! I can think of so many places! He could be anywhere from the Palace of Justice to the catacombs of Paris. Maybe he started having flashbacks of when he was trying to discover the court of miracles." He said grabbing his head as if he had started stress himself to the point of getting splitting headache, he realized he had lost two handfuls of hair just thinking about it. "There goes my youth.... If I keep this up I shall be full on bald before I reach fourty." He huffed in panic.
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"That's why I never panic..." she put a hand on his shoulder "calm down. We will walk and talk. Let me just call back Shokolad. He could help" she leaned over the edge and whistled loudly. After a few minutes the Keese flew back and landed on her arm. He had a coin in his mouth. She took it "I suppose this is the currency here? Tch..." she pocketed the coin "right! Shokolad we are looking for the insane man. Go find sign of him" she sent him on his way again "Meanwhile I will listen for him. My ears are not only for show. But you need to not panic!" She glared at him "Or I will stop helping...panicking helps no one. It is a hinderance!"
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Claude tried taking a few deep breaths but this only helped for him to not break down. He nodded at her with eyes wet and kept quiet to let her listen.
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Amicia pat his back and her ears twitched. She was listening for Jacques voice somewhere. Anywhere. She started to walk around on her tip toes to be silent herself "so...he was good to you?"
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"He really was... He had a few episodes here and there but he would not get violent... Just scary... His episodes were much more rare before we lost them...." He stopped for a moment, daydreaming. "Ah yes... Back when Mrs.Paquette, his little sister was still around. Back when her daughter, Agnes' laugh would fill our hearts with happiness..." He said with a sad smile.
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"Never been around children. Never knew siblings or family outside of my adoptive parents....no that is a lie. I had a brother. but that's the extent of what YOU will know...so he has always been this way?" She seemed to want to dodge the conversation of familyΒ
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"Well, he was born with it, yes. He told me that his parents tried their best to find a cure, but nothing sufficed. They even tried exorcism. However.... He never talks about what did happen, but he told me what was done to him within the walls of this cathedral was no exorcism. He says that Notre Dame never feels clean to him after what happened. That it was the most confusing and disgusting moment of his life." He lowered his head. "After what I heard, I don't really wish to know." He sighed. "
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"Well everything is corrupt isn't it? Nothing is pure...no king no goddess no being what so ever" she shrugged "listen I do not want your little details. I simply want to know where he would be. Understand? I am not your friend! No one is a friend within only a few minutes. It's pathetic to think so. It took me years to even be a child to much adoptive parents and half the time one threatened to kill me. So as much as you may need to talk know I will not truly listen. I am only helping you because...I don't really know. Now. How about you tell me something helpful? Or simply talk about yourself. I don't sp much care for him. I suppose I just need something to do to get my mind off my own problems in this"Β
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"Tis much better to get these problems out of your chest." He said. "I-If you want me to listen not, I could simply cover my ears." He joked reluctantly.
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"...my parents were murdered and their death was celebrated. My brother got jealous of me and tried to kill me before running off and leaving me alone to wallow in depression and fear and sorrow. There. Off my chest" she glared "Want me to elaborate so you can fear me? Because I love that. Or maybe you'll want to kill me? I'll love that to" she huffed and pushed her bangs over her eye "but emotions are weakness. We hide them!"
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"Thou art aware I can not hurt anyone. Not merely because I find murder immoral, but because I am physically weaker and inexperienced in combat. I know your past troubles thee, thou show it even wilst thou try to hide it." He said in a much more serious tone. "'Tis not healthy to hold it all back. Thou shall achieve nothing by bottling up thine emotions, for that bottle can take so much pent up rage, sadness and pain before it breaks. 'Tis better to break down before a friend rather than an enemy." He regained his calm and gentle tone.
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"I will break down to no one! I am a warrior! I am not a pathetic little mortal!" She held the dagger to his throat "I am not a fool either. I know how to handle my enemies and my emotions. Anger is my fuel. So I use it alone. But do not take me for being weak EVER!" She pulled back and listened "I don't need a lecture on my emotions from a human..."Β
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"Then what is keeping thee from telling me thine story. Or thine name for that matter." He said. By now he realized he had nothing to fear while being around her.
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"The fact I am not an idiot! I am a thief who nearly felled an entire kingdom on her own. I didn't do that by telling people my story and name. I remained unknown to them so by the time they figured it out I had nearly won!" She puffed out her chest "I AM a warrior. I am not a pathetic girl! I did not train for 7 years of my life to be lectured like I am the one with problems! I am the only one who isn't BLIND" she paused for a second, truthfully she had lost her purpose awhile ago and she was living life trying to figure out a new one. So she was confused by her own words. She didn't know what she really meant
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"I see..." He sighed. He suddenly noticed the sun rising. He flinched as he felt an unbearable heat wash over him. "I... Should better head back inside." He said.
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"....you fear the sun? Day time isn't my favorite time either I prefer the night....I will not keep looking for your....friend without you. I am not interested. Also I wouldn't know where to look. Besides that I am looking for someone myself. This is simply a detour" she stopped and looked around. Her ears twitchedΒ
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"I do not simply fear the sun." He said, placing his hand out of the shadows. "It occurred to me that the sun hates me more than thine pet." He said as the part of his skin that was in the sunlight turned reddish and irritated.
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"....you are like a stall child..." she mumbled and sighed "well then! Hope he is fine. As for Shokolad he hates everyone. He was trained to. Anyone can be my enemy, so anyone he will fight"
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"That is interesting. Your pet is indeed a fascinating creature. He said, rubbing his slightly blistered hand. "Anyway, I shan't let this setback stop me. Master could be in trouble for all I know." He said, putting on his hood and a pair of gloves to protect himself from the sun. "I am going out to look for him, you could help me if you feel like it." He smiled politely, bowed gracefully and went downstairs.
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