01-09-2017, 03:17 AM
"Yeah, that's right!" Malon exclaimed. "I mean, no I don't... uh, I mean... I have nothing to hide, no. I can explain. After..." After they'd helped out, though from what it looked the individual that fell from the sky was still alive and kicking. At least, he was talking like he hadn't just fallen to the ground and probably broken a few bones in the process. As they were still discussing the hourglass disappeared and was replaced by a peculiar... stone pillar? Malon had taken one step towards the newly arrived individual but stopped dead again when ink began to pour out.
Anderson and her ended up just observing the spectacle as two other Primes joined the one that had fallen from the sky, seemingly without taking notice of them, at least at the moment. The priest was the first to speak back up. "I don' guess ya kno' any of these people?"
"Ehm, no... none of them look familiar." Neither their faces nor their attires or manners of speech. Although she would have something to say about that man's description of a king.
"Eh. None o' them's the vampire, then?"
"No Sir... the uh, the man I met who did this, he was older. But, it's hard to say."
"How so?"
"Well, he... how do I say. He had no beard, no spots, not even scars, but his nose did look like it's been broken before. He was very slim and kinda tall. I mean, taller than me, probably shorter than you though." She placed her hand at about where she remembered his height while continuing to talk. "His ears were also round, like yours, and he had really black hair." Being a Hylian, her own were pointed and long - it was one of the first things she had noticed about Harlan. And with blonde hair being most common among them, darker colors were considered rare, especially black. "I would say maybe twenty? Could be thirty too though. Ehm... and then he was wearing strange clothes - black and something white underneath that really clung to his skin, and a black rounded hat."
"Did ya catch a look at his teeth?" Anderson interrupted her chaotic description, passing a hand over his face.
"His te- oh, no. I mean, I didn't really pay attention but now that you say it I don't think he ever showed them to me. Like he was smiling with his mouth closed... sorry."
"Tha's what vampires do... he was feignin' ta be human. Lucky fer you that those lads came around. What 'bout his skin color?"
"Well, he was definitely not a Gerudo or from around that area. His skin was like ours, but... I feel like he was rather pale."
"No surprise... he bit tha first person he got 'is hands on, probably was real thirsty." He motioned towards the body. "Why'd ya load 'im onto yer horse anyway?"
"I... well I couldn't leave him here. I wanted to bring him to his friends, let him be buried and such."
"You're certain that it was a man, yes? The vampire."
"Well... his voice was a man's and his looks were... I guess manly. He wasn't nearly as muscular as the men I know, but I guess he could've been nobility."
Anderson grumbled and pulled a bayonet from his sleeve that he held out to Malon, holding it by the blade so the handle was facing her. "If the corpse moves, stab it with this. I don't want no ghouls spreadin' around here. Once, through the heart. Same if ya meet the beast again. Jus' remember, ye saw too much. If he meets ya again, he's gonna want ye dead... don' even know how you're still alive."
Malon took the bayonet after a moment of hesitation and gave a tentative stab into the air to test it out, then attached it to her backpack. "... okay. Thank you. Listen, I... I should bring him to the gate, but I'll be back. Maybe I can get some help for the man that fell from the sky."
"Mh, do what ya think is right. I'll be on the lookout here. There's a good chance that the monster comes back. An' may the lord guide ya on yer path."
Malon wondered what that last bit meant, but presumed that it was some sort of saying where Anderson came from, like "Godesses bless the King" and such. She climbed into the saddle and checked on the body behind her. He was still a little warm... she shuddered and spurred the horse on, to take a straight route to what she would soon find out to be the gate to Camelot.
Anderson and her ended up just observing the spectacle as two other Primes joined the one that had fallen from the sky, seemingly without taking notice of them, at least at the moment. The priest was the first to speak back up. "I don' guess ya kno' any of these people?"
"Ehm, no... none of them look familiar." Neither their faces nor their attires or manners of speech. Although she would have something to say about that man's description of a king.
"Eh. None o' them's the vampire, then?"
"No Sir... the uh, the man I met who did this, he was older. But, it's hard to say."
"How so?"
"Well, he... how do I say. He had no beard, no spots, not even scars, but his nose did look like it's been broken before. He was very slim and kinda tall. I mean, taller than me, probably shorter than you though." She placed her hand at about where she remembered his height while continuing to talk. "His ears were also round, like yours, and he had really black hair." Being a Hylian, her own were pointed and long - it was one of the first things she had noticed about Harlan. And with blonde hair being most common among them, darker colors were considered rare, especially black. "I would say maybe twenty? Could be thirty too though. Ehm... and then he was wearing strange clothes - black and something white underneath that really clung to his skin, and a black rounded hat."
"Did ya catch a look at his teeth?" Anderson interrupted her chaotic description, passing a hand over his face.
"His te- oh, no. I mean, I didn't really pay attention but now that you say it I don't think he ever showed them to me. Like he was smiling with his mouth closed... sorry."
"Tha's what vampires do... he was feignin' ta be human. Lucky fer you that those lads came around. What 'bout his skin color?"
"Well, he was definitely not a Gerudo or from around that area. His skin was like ours, but... I feel like he was rather pale."
"No surprise... he bit tha first person he got 'is hands on, probably was real thirsty." He motioned towards the body. "Why'd ya load 'im onto yer horse anyway?"
"I... well I couldn't leave him here. I wanted to bring him to his friends, let him be buried and such."
"You're certain that it was a man, yes? The vampire."
"Well... his voice was a man's and his looks were... I guess manly. He wasn't nearly as muscular as the men I know, but I guess he could've been nobility."
Anderson grumbled and pulled a bayonet from his sleeve that he held out to Malon, holding it by the blade so the handle was facing her. "If the corpse moves, stab it with this. I don't want no ghouls spreadin' around here. Once, through the heart. Same if ya meet the beast again. Jus' remember, ye saw too much. If he meets ya again, he's gonna want ye dead... don' even know how you're still alive."
Malon took the bayonet after a moment of hesitation and gave a tentative stab into the air to test it out, then attached it to her backpack. "... okay. Thank you. Listen, I... I should bring him to the gate, but I'll be back. Maybe I can get some help for the man that fell from the sky."
"Mh, do what ya think is right. I'll be on the lookout here. There's a good chance that the monster comes back. An' may the lord guide ya on yer path."
Malon wondered what that last bit meant, but presumed that it was some sort of saying where Anderson came from, like "Godesses bless the King" and such. She climbed into the saddle and checked on the body behind her. He was still a little warm... she shuddered and spurred the horse on, to take a straight route to what she would soon find out to be the gate to Camelot.