Oh? Are you sure you wouldn't have more fun standing out here and petting me all day?
[CASUALLY CALLS HIM OUT]
[But he's also not genuinely asking, and will head towards the bath himself and climb in. The water feels nice after being out in the cold all day, and once he gets settled, he motions for Chuuya to follow after him.]
[...of course, if it winds up too cramped, Mephisto might just do something to give them a little more room. Either way, they're gonna be sitting nice and close.]
[Chuuya shoots Mephisto a pissy look. Why you gotta ruin the moment, Meph??
...
Probably because he knows Chuuya will get in the tub anyway, so why not tease him a little? Ugh. It worked, too...
But Chuuya is all cold and achy and sniffly, and he soon joins Mephisto in the tub and settles between his legs as best he can. He’s...just gonna try not to think about lewd things and focus on enjoying the water and the closeness between himself and his master.
Also just casually wears his collar into the tub nbd.]
[He'll definitely get no shortage of closeness, because there's really no way for both of them to fit without getting nice and close to one another. The fact that Mephisto feels the need to lean in and speak softly against Chuuya's ear is definitely not going to be helping matters.]
My impression of this city so far is one of practicality over pleasure -- I'm surprised there's a bath at all, when a shower would have surely sufficed.
[Now that’s just playing dirty! He’s a poor, sick boy, Meph! Don’t try to provoke his thirst!]
Yeah...
[He’s blushing a bit more now, a fact that he’ll blame on his illness. Clearly it’s time to turn the attention back to Meph, right? Which means Chuuya is gonna turn as much as he can and slide his hand over one of the scars on Mephisto’s chest like a big sap.]
[Meph pampers and pets him, maybe even teases him some more-- before getting out and quickly poofing Chuuya into some nice warm pajamas and putting him to bed. Despite his insistence that he wouldn't stick around the play nurse, whenever Chuuya wakes up, he'll find puppymeph protectively staying watch at the foot of his bed.]
[It worries him that this feels familiar. The last time he let himself get close to someone like this, caring for them in this exact type of situation... they went back to sleep. He shouldn't allow himself to get too attached, he knows this-- and yet...]
...well, it certainly looks like a useful skill for men who enjoy peeking under women's skirts.
[He's somewhat impressed, but not totally -- and either way, he's definitely not going to show it, because he's a dick. A few slyphs could accomplish the same thing, and he's still not seeing how a little gust of wind could carry him very far.]
But is there a reason you're beating around the bush so much? I thought you were going to fly-- so why don't you? Scared of a few snow clouds?
[ because the wind is DEFINITELY not as strong as it might've been at home, and it's already starting to wane. it's worrying, but the worst case scenario is that Mephisto would catch him... right?
maybe? ]
Would you be able to follow me? [ he says, somewhat rushed, as he gathers the glider in his hands and starts to open it
[But okay, he wasn't expecting that to happen to suddenly, and watches with a hand held over his brow to see how high up Link is.]
[And in the next second, in whatever direction Link isn't looking in, he'll suddenly hear Mephisto's voice.]
[Because he's just gone ahead and poofed himself up in the sky alongside Link, holding a pink polka-dot umbrella as he casually floats in the air a la Mary Poppins.]
--I suppose I could answer your question, but it seems a bit moot now.
[ what in tarnation?! he's lucky that Link doesn't lose his grip on his paraglider suddenly plummet down to earth, only turning his head quickly in the direction of Mephisto's voice and staring at him with wide, surprised eyes.
then, confused ones. ]
... it does. [ it's chillier up here. ] You're full of surprises, aren't you?
[ he can see his breath easier. he knows it's cold, maybe colder. ]
We're not as high as I'm used to. As long as there's no deep holes, we'll be fine.
[Casually makes himself look suspicious to someone he really should be trying to get along with, smh.]
Ah, but I'm rather certain I'll be fine either way! I'm not floating on the wind, after all. My familiar here is taking care of things for me.
[As he speaks the umbrella abruptly shifts -- taking on a more bat-like appearance and yet still retaining the polka-dot pattern of its skin. It chirps, flashing a mouthful of razor-sharp green teeth.]
Cute, isn't it?
[Cute and emanating pure evil, but ya know, #justdemonthings]
[ sometimes the suspicious life is very hard to break from? besides, if Link were more socially aware, he'd probably understand that.
unfortunately he is not. ]
What the---
[ he instinctively reaches back for his sword, only to suddenly bank to his right--- he's still holding onto his paraglider, and Link being the kind of guy to suddenly want the comforting feel of a blade in his hand... sort of forgets his place for a second. ]
--- ah!
[ this would be the part where Link says 'no it's not exactly cute' but sorry he's too busy heading in the wrong direction ]
[Well, it's a good thing he didn't pull his sword out, or Mephisto might have just cut him out of the sky! He's already had to replace his poor familiar's vessel once -- he'd rather not have to do it twice.]
[But hey-- seeing as Mephisto is just floating in space regardless of the wind patterns, he just follows as Link swerves to the side.]
[ with a blank stare, Link realizes he's not being assaulted by the Exceptionally Not Cute familiar. he'd still feel happy holding the Master Sword and letting it do the judging?
but after he adjusts his course to go back toward Nadril... ]
No! No trouble. But I don't know how long I'll be able to hold on.
[ they're not as high up, but his grip is weakening due to the slickness of the snow and low-hanging clouds. ]
Isn't that the sort of thing you ought to have figured out before coming up here?
[He didn't even know whether Mephisto could follow, so surely he wasn't planning on him saving the day... unless getting into situations like this is just another Tuesday for Link. Which seems likely, honestly.]
But it's been snowing for a while now. So long as no rocks or pits have been covered by the fresh snow, you should have a fairly decent chance of surviving a fall.
[ actually, nothing might be better for the sheer surprise of instant death (with an appropriately white-colored 'Game Over')? but at least there's some kind of helpful analysis! ]
There's a ledge that I think I can get to. It's a third of the way up, but it's something.
Oh, I think I can manage that much. Do try not to keep me waiting, yes?
[And you know what this asshole is going to do?]
[He's going to disappear in a poof of smoke -- teleporting only himself safely to the ledge in question. Depending on how long it takes Link to get there, he might have just poured himself a cup of tea... somehow, on a cliff edge. The tea is even hot!!]
[ god. why is Mephisto like this, getting to just POOF himself over to a safe ledge and enjoy a cup of tea like that? even Link, whose general demeanor is normally pretty neutral and calm (except for those times of intense, internal panic), is starting to feel a little frustrated this whole bit of nonsense...
which is why he as soon as he can spot that safe spot, he feels a bit of worry bubbling up in his chest.
one, it's higher than his current elevation and two? he's not sure how climbable that surface is right below it. BUT HE'LL TRY. and as soon as he gets close enough, he latches onto the wall and immediately feels hard rock underneath the coating of snow, this is good! very good.
[ somehow, he manages to clutch onto some kind of hold. gritting his teeth, Link can barely murmur a response. but he does. ]
Yes. More than a bit.
[ it doesn't help that the jacket is starting to restrict his movements a little, not allowing him to get his full range of motion. with a strained voice from effort: ]
Well, if you'd like the opinion of someone who's also played with the fates of others in the past -- it's entirely possible they put us here both for a given purpose and for their own selfish desires.
[M-Maybe he shouldn't talk so casually about the shadier things he's done in the past, knowing that there's still a lot Mipha doesn't know about... nor compare himself to the Natha while shit-talking them in the same breath, smh.]
But honestly, at this point, I'd be satisfied with this not being some kind of hilariously obvious trap. We weren't exactly given much choice by the Natha to come here -- but it's just as likely those in Nadril may simply wish to use us as well, to gain influence over the Natha they seem to despise.
[Well she did ask, so she can't really get upset or anything about the answers he gives her, even if it's a bit concerning. Sometimes it's easy for her to forget that he's a demon and what all that means. Not that it changes anything--she loves him, of course, but it does mean she gets an...interesting perspective when she asks for his point of view on these things.
She falls quiet again, feeling a bit like a headache is coming on, and at length she speaks softly] I'm... Very tired. [It's exhausting, all of this. She's never been one to fall into fits of selfishness, but even she's getting tired of being the leader-type, trying to figure things out, keep everyone happy, be diplomatic. No rest for the weary, apparently.]
Then rest. We're at least a day out-- give or take, depending on the weather. So long as I have my familiar with me [As if on cue, the little bat appears in a poof overhead, floating aimlessly through the cold wind without even flapping its wings.] we should run into no problems as we pass through.
[It's a demon known for granting safe passage through storms, after all. And besides that, this is Mephisto -- he won't even need to stop and rest, unless it starts getting too cold for Mipha without shelter.]
[Normally she might have protested more--she's rather infamous by now for not taking breaks or rests when she needs them, why should this be any different? But it's Mephisto. She can be a tiny bit selfish, allow herself to be a little bit more vulnerable.
She snuggles a little closer to him] ...Yes. Alright. Thank you, Mephisto. [Mipha tilts her head to look at him, contemplating. Their relationship is a strange one, but she can't deny how happy he makes her and how much she loves him still. She just wished she had more opportunities to show it.
She feigns sudden surprise.] Oh! You've got something on your cheek. [She leans up then and kisses his cheek, before smiling lightly.] It was only a kiss, but don't worry. I took care of it.
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Chuuya
Oh? Are you sure you wouldn't have more fun standing out here and petting me all day?
[CASUALLY CALLS HIM OUT]
[But he's also not genuinely asking, and will head towards the bath himself and climb in. The water feels nice after being out in the cold all day, and once he gets settled, he motions for Chuuya to follow after him.]
[...of course, if it winds up too cramped, Mephisto might just do something to give them a little more room. Either way, they're gonna be sitting nice and close.]
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...
Probably because he knows Chuuya will get in the tub anyway, so why not tease him a little? Ugh. It worked, too...
But Chuuya is all cold and achy and sniffly, and he soon joins Mephisto in the tub and settles between his legs as best he can. He’s...just gonna try not to think about lewd things and focus on enjoying the water and the closeness between himself and his master.
Also just casually wears his collar into the tub nbd.]
You’d think they’d make tubs big enough for two.
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My impression of this city so far is one of practicality over pleasure -- I'm surprised there's a bath at all, when a shower would have surely sufficed.
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Yeah...
[He’s blushing a bit more now, a fact that he’ll blame on his illness. Clearly it’s time to turn the attention back to Meph, right? Which means Chuuya is gonna turn as much as he can and slide his hand over one of the scars on Mephisto’s chest like a big sap.]
It’s nice.
[The bath, he means. Clearly.]
/wraps dis up with kawaii
[And he's not just talking about the bath.]
[Meph pampers and pets him, maybe even teases him some more-- before getting out and quickly poofing Chuuya into some nice warm pajamas and putting him to bed. Despite his insistence that he wouldn't stick around the play nurse, whenever Chuuya wakes up, he'll find puppymeph protectively staying watch at the foot of his bed.]
[It worries him that this feels familiar. The last time he let himself get close to someone like this, caring for them in this exact type of situation... they went back to sleep. He shouldn't allow himself to get too attached, he knows this-- and yet...]
Link
...well, it certainly looks like a useful skill for men who enjoy peeking under women's skirts.
[He's somewhat impressed, but not totally -- and either way, he's definitely not going to show it, because he's a dick. A few slyphs could accomplish the same thing, and he's still not seeing how a little gust of wind could carry him very far.]
But is there a reason you're beating around the bush so much? I thought you were going to fly-- so why don't you? Scared of a few snow clouds?
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[ because the wind is DEFINITELY not as strong as it might've been at home, and it's already starting to wane. it's worrying, but the worst case scenario is that Mephisto would catch him... right?
maybe? ]
Would you be able to follow me? [ he says, somewhat rushed, as he gathers the glider in his hands and starts to open it
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he immediately shoots straight up into the sky. ]
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[But okay, he wasn't expecting that to happen to suddenly, and watches with a hand held over his brow to see how high up Link is.]
[And in the next second, in whatever direction Link isn't looking in, he'll suddenly hear Mephisto's voice.]
[Because he's just gone ahead and poofed himself up in the sky alongside Link, holding a pink polka-dot umbrella as he casually floats in the air a la Mary Poppins.]
--I suppose I could answer your question, but it seems a bit moot now.
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then, confused ones. ]
... it does. [ it's chillier up here. ] You're full of surprises, aren't you?
[ he can see his breath easier. he knows it's cold, maybe colder. ]
We're not as high as I'm used to. As long as there's no deep holes, we'll be fine.
[ also, that umbrella is pretty awesome. ]
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[Casually makes himself look suspicious to someone he really should be trying to get along with, smh.]
Ah, but I'm rather certain I'll be fine either way! I'm not floating on the wind, after all. My familiar here is taking care of things for me.
[As he speaks the umbrella abruptly shifts -- taking on a more bat-like appearance and yet still retaining the polka-dot pattern of its skin. It chirps, flashing a mouthful of razor-sharp green teeth.]
Cute, isn't it?
[Cute and emanating pure evil, but ya know, #justdemonthings]
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unfortunately he is not. ]
What the---
[ he instinctively reaches back for his sword, only to suddenly bank to his right--- he's still holding onto his paraglider, and Link being the kind of guy to suddenly want the comforting feel of a blade in his hand... sort of forgets his place for a second. ]
--- ah!
[ this would be the part where Link says 'no it's not exactly cute' but sorry he's too busy heading in the wrong direction ]
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[But hey-- seeing as Mephisto is just floating in space regardless of the wind patterns, he just follows as Link swerves to the side.]
What's this? Having a bit of trouble, are we?
[He sounds so concerned. Except not at all.]
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but after he adjusts his course to go back toward Nadril... ]
No! No trouble. But I don't know how long I'll be able to hold on.
[ they're not as high up, but his grip is weakening due to the slickness of the snow and low-hanging clouds. ]
... I wonder if snow is soft.
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[He didn't even know whether Mephisto could follow, so surely he wasn't planning on him saving the day... unless getting into situations like this is just another Tuesday for Link. Which seems likely, honestly.]
But it's been snowing for a while now. So long as no rocks or pits have been covered by the fresh snow, you should have a fairly decent chance of surviving a fall.
[FAIRLY DECENT, HE SAYS...]
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[ actually, nothing might be better for the sheer surprise of instant death (with an appropriately white-colored 'Game Over')? but at least there's some kind of helpful analysis! ]
There's a ledge that I think I can get to. It's a third of the way up, but it's something.
[ so the trip after wouldn't be as long. ]
Meet me over there?
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[And you know what this asshole is going to do?]
[He's going to disappear in a poof of smoke -- teleporting only himself safely to the ledge in question. Depending on how long it takes Link to get there, he might have just poured himself a cup of tea... somehow, on a cliff edge. The tea is even hot!!]
[He's too extra for his own good.]
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which is why he as soon as he can spot that safe spot, he feels a bit of worry bubbling up in his chest.
one, it's higher than his current elevation and two? he's not sure how climbable that surface is right below it. BUT HE'LL TRY. and as soon as he gets close enough, he latches onto the wall and immediately feels hard rock underneath the coating of snow, this is good! very good.
too bad he feels his fingers slipping. ]
A-ah...!?
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[He sounds so very concerned. Really. Just look at all this concern.]
[Casually sips his tea.]
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Yes. More than a bit.
[ it doesn't help that the jacket is starting to restrict his movements a little, not allowing him to get his full range of motion. with a strained voice from effort: ]
... can you... help? Please?
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Mipha
Well, if you'd like the opinion of someone who's also played with the fates of others in the past -- it's entirely possible they put us here both for a given purpose and for their own selfish desires.
[M-Maybe he shouldn't talk so casually about the shadier things he's done in the past, knowing that there's still a lot Mipha doesn't know about... nor compare himself to the Natha while shit-talking them in the same breath, smh.]
But honestly, at this point, I'd be satisfied with this not being some kind of hilariously obvious trap. We weren't exactly given much choice by the Natha to come here -- but it's just as likely those in Nadril may simply wish to use us as well, to gain influence over the Natha they seem to despise.
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She falls quiet again, feeling a bit like a headache is coming on, and at length she speaks softly] I'm... Very tired. [It's exhausting, all of this. She's never been one to fall into fits of selfishness, but even she's getting tired of being the leader-type, trying to figure things out, keep everyone happy, be diplomatic. No rest for the weary, apparently.]
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Then rest. We're at least a day out-- give or take, depending on the weather. So long as I have my familiar with me [As if on cue, the little bat appears in a poof overhead, floating aimlessly through the cold wind without even flapping its wings.] we should run into no problems as we pass through.
[It's a demon known for granting safe passage through storms, after all. And besides that, this is Mephisto -- he won't even need to stop and rest, unless it starts getting too cold for Mipha without shelter.]
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She snuggles a little closer to him] ...Yes. Alright. Thank you, Mephisto. [Mipha tilts her head to look at him, contemplating. Their relationship is a strange one, but she can't deny how happy he makes her and how much she loves him still. She just wished she had more opportunities to show it.
She feigns sudden surprise.] Oh! You've got something on your cheek. [She leans up then and kisses his cheek, before smiling lightly.] It was only a kiss, but don't worry. I took care of it.
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Oh, but my dear! Now you've gotten it on your lips! Hold on--
[ATTACKS HER WITH SMOOCHES which probably looks bizarre for all that he's got her wrapped up inside his coat.]
[They'll never make it to Nadril at this rate.]