#( sooga vc: to stab... or not to stab... )

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@bransles sent / meme i forgot good luck finding it ;

“ dilly dally shilly shally. ”  give me ninja man

‘ run out of pretty words, songbird? ‘

not often in the ruins of hyrule could one find a bard so openly roaming. artisans such as he often remained in the comfortable safety of the few villages free from the haunting of monsters and dark-hearted men who would think to terrorize them, practicing their trade under the luxury of false peace. such was sooga’s surprise when coming across one of such rare sights--no sword in hand, but a golden lute. the sharpest thing on the man’s person seemed to be words alone, though they fell against his skin like a sword to a rock talus.

perhaps if his master had been present, he would have immediately been pushed into an utter tizzy. ego so terribly fragile it didn’t take much to lay blows to it, it made sense as to why he remained in their hideout, and sent out his footsoldiers to his bidding. head tilting, sooga surveyed the other, weighing the pros and cons of robbing him for what he had. bards did not make nearly as pretty of a penny as they had in hyrule’s heyday, almost all travelers in hyrule’s wilds strapped for money and typically on the move to try and strike riches to turn about their financial misfortune. the only thing that seemed of worth was the lute clasped close, yet, to whom would he sell it?

master kohga never was the musical sort. it would make a poor offering.

‘ i had been hoping for something i haven’t heard before... ‘

sooga pulled his blades. may as well as reward him for his quips, and see what he had to offer as sacrifice to the yiga.

‘ empty your pockets, and maybe i will leave your tongue in-tact to sing another day. ‘