Back in the Saddle...sorta? [open]

[Nemo]

The Hyrule caslte town market was as busy as it could be, in this lovely and sunny afternoon, its merchants and patrons bustling with their daily routine, merry as ever, not paying enough mind to the squinting hylian that passed by.

Nemo could still feel the effects of his last stunt in Faron, even as he had been away from the province and back into civilization for days already.
And he was on his own. Again. No more of the troupe and their shenanigans as they robbed blind those who had come to listen to their (rather mediocre, if he might add) music. None of that good old glamor of a planned heist tackled as a whole team and the excitement that came with it. Granted, said excitement and sensations could take a turn for the worse quickly if their plans ever had flaws. Like that little stunt of his in the Faron Province.

No, that wouldn't do at all.

But was he mourning? Was Nemo really mourning as he quietly and quickly sneaked away from the Hyrule town market with a stolen loaf of bread? Or as he sat down by the main square and chowed onto his meal?
Just a little; while he did feel a smidgen guilty about the fate of his former troupe, as he did run off and left them to be eaten, killed, or whatever monsters do with their captives, while he made off with the loot... he stopped guilting himself as soon as he remembered that his fellow thieves were about to hang him upside-down on the nearest tree they could find and leave him there for having planned a trek in the woods for a mask.


Serves them right, Nemo told himself as he bit into his bread, sitting comfortably by the fountain of the sun-lit square.

Besides, the mask was the best thing he had gotten his hand on in years.

Now all he needed to do was to move on, find himself a new troupe...or something, he wasn't quite sure yet.
But he would definitely want to pickpocket whoever was sitting near him, that was certain.

Or maybe at least play a ballad or two to make himself a few honest earnings. That sounded pleasantly boring.

[TALLEST SCAR]

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[Nemo]

Of course, Nemo was noisy enough to look over his new neighbor's shoulder. He almost forgot to swallow as he watched the girl--no, the young woman--wear confidently her crown. Was it gold? Wait, no. It looked far too cheap to be gold, it was either bronze or iron, that was (almost) certain.
The Hylian faced the plaza in front of him, chewing pensively as he tried his best not to appear too interested as he observed the girl--no, woman--in her environment, so to speak. Blon--wait, no--grey hair, tall and gangly, pigtails, hammer, shorts and boots coupled with metal gauntlets, and hoisting that hammer and bag of loot around as if they were nothing...

Yes, Nemo was considering robbing a proud-looking, hammer-wielding girl--woman, really, if he didn't know any better, he'd think she was an overgrown Kokiri or something, with that girlish face she had-- who had at least a good head on him and looked more than capable of fending off a flock of monsters, let alone a short and scrawny Hylian.
But he never was one to run away from a challenge, or, at least, he didn't run away from a challenge all that often, no.

If the target of his robbery was bigger, stronger, and (maybe) meaner than he was, then he would have to resort to charms. Maybe flatter her into lending him her bag? No, no, no; she didn't look enough of an idiot to let that work. Maybe try to charm his way into her maidenly heart and--no. Too cliché. Perhaps he could use the mask to---no, the Poe mask would certainly drain him before he'd manage to get away with her loot. Or maybe he could fake distress, as she looked like the sort of people that went to heroic adventures to save the people? That sounded like a plausible plan and...


...And that was definitely not why Nemo's eyes suddenly widened as he made a choking sound, followed by a tear-inducing coughing fit.
There's a reason one should take small bites and chew their food properly.

[TALLEST SCAR]

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