Reaction to a certain someone being playable in Hyrule Warriors

[twilightusurper]

[Zant is covering his ears at his mun screaming over a certain footage of himself, Ghirahim, and a trailer of a certain someone.]

Mun, please! Compose yourself! I know you are excited, but your enthusiasm hurts my ears. I never knew someone's voice could get that high.

[Mun finally stops screaming long enough to compose himself. Zant cautiously takes his hands off his ears. When he's confident his mun has calmed down enough, he gives an amused smile]

Though I must say, I do share your excitement. It would be quite an honor to fight alongside Master Ganon. And even moreso now that I have been confirmed to be playable as well as him. It is high time I got the respect a king so rightfully deserves.

[There's a bit of a pause as his brows knit together in concern.]

Though I'm not so sure about fighting alongside this Ghirahim character. He seems a bit... savage.

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[windfire_donuts]

[Enter a floating, pink-haired robot(?), a metal finger pressed at his chin as he watches the videos.]

No, I can't tell just by watching.

[twilightusurper]

[And Zant turns to stare at the strange girl with a raised eyebrow because... what the hell are you supposed to be?]

To what do you refer?

[windfire_donuts]

[Boy, actually, but it's an understandable mistake. He's from another game made by the same company that's making the one Zant's mun is so excited about.]

If they're strong. I can't tell just by watching. Hey you, you're on there too, right? Fight me.

[Nezha, that's rude.]

[twilightusurper]

[Well isn't that a coincidence. The boy's request causes Zant to raise his eyebrow higher. Such a strange creature.]

You just met me and you wish to fight me already?

[windfire_donuts]

[He's not strange at all, really. In fact, he's one of the simplest creatures you're likely to ever meet.]

I don't care to get to know those who aren't strong.

[twilightusurper]

[After staring at Nezha for a few moments, Zant shrugs.]

You light dwellers are strange creatures. But I suppose I could use the excersice. [Zant then puts on his helmet and pulls out his twin scimitars, dropping into a battle stance.]

[windfire_donuts]

[Nezha begins to rush forward, the rings around his wrists and ankles spinning like sawblades-- only to freeze almost immediately after he begins his advance, glancing off to the side as if listening to something.

With a disappointed click of his tongue, the mechanical boy drops his stance, and with it, the rings cease spinning (though they continue to float around his hands and feet).]

I would like to, but on orders, I'm not allowed. [Is that a pout?

Now's not the time or place, Nezha. You've got to stop meeting people like this.]

[twilightusurper]

[At that, Zant gets out of battle stance, the blades lowering to the ground.]

First you want to fight me, and now you say you can't? Make up your mind!

[windfire_donuts]

[What he wants and what the mun's going to allow are two very different things. Mainly because Dear Mun is a terrible place for this and without OOC communication a fight would quickly go nowhere with neither side able to decide who should be the victor. So the mun is yanking on this battle maniac's leash and reminding him that he needs to at least try to be civil.]

I do want to, [A pause.] but I'm not allowed. [He's not happy about it at all, either, if the rings spinning around his hands are any indication of his desire to attack. But since he's not allowed...]

What are you? You're not human, but I don't detect the Mystic realm on you. [He quirks his head slightly.] A demon, perhaps?

[twilightusurper]

[Since he doesn't wanna fight, Zant puts the scimitars away.]

No. I am of the Twili race. We are a proud race of shadow beings who originate from the Twilight Realm.

[windfire_donuts]

[Make no mistake, he's just barely reigning in the urge to throw a ring at Zant's face just to see what would happen. On the upside (???) if Zant did best him in combat, there would be a good chance he could be convinced to fight for him if promised more battle.

But that's neither here nor there.]

It sounds like a demon. [Or something like a demon.]

[twilightusurper]

[And Zant is ready to teleport away if that does happen.]

Many light dwellers would label us as such, but I assure you we are a peaceful people. Of course that didn't stop them from imprisoning us.

[windfire_donuts]

[Were Nezha anyone else, he'd elaborate that 'demon' was more a catchall term for any supernatural being that fit into neither human nor mystic camps. But Nezha is Nezha, and he doesn't care about anything other than strength, a person's background irrelevant. Judging based on the backgrounds of others would make him a giant hypocrite besides.]

What use is there in peace? [So says the weapon.]

[twilightusurper]

Ah, my young friend, I have asked that question myself.

[Zant gives a sigh.]

That was the problem with my people. They were too peaceful. They were content to rot away in that prison they called a home.

[And here comes the gestures]

But I... I saw a much better life for my people. I tried to convince my people that we could take back our lands, finish what our ancestors started! And for that, they labelled me a villain, traitor, extremist! And for what?! For doing what they lacked the moral fortitude to do?! Sometimes extreme measures must be taken! What is needed is not always what is right!

[Zant takes a few deep breaths]

My apologies. I didn't mean to get upset. It's a bit of a sore subject.

[windfire_donuts]

[Nezha barely reacts while Zant continues his ranting, though the rings' spinning slows somewhat.]

Nnn... I really don't care about any of that. [Wow, rude.] I just want to fight strong opponents.

[twilightusurper]

[Quite rude, but Zant is unfazed.]

I see. You are indeed a proud warrior.

[windfire_donuts]

I enjoy fighting. [Sure, he's got pride in spades (it's his fatal flaw, in fact), but really all he cares about is battle and becoming the strongest. Also Susano'o.]

I need nothing else.

[twilightusurper]

So I see. I've told you a bit about me. Could you mind, telling me a bit about yourself? Like, what are you exactly?

[windfire_donuts]

Hn. Me? I assume I was human once. Or a mystic. I'm not really sure, but it doesn't matter anymore. Susano'o gave me this body, which is superior to humans and mystics alike anyway. Except for Susano'o himself, of course. No one can match his strength.

[Let's just gloss over how many times he's been defeated by humans and had to be repaired by Susano'o, mmkay?

So, in too many words, the answer to Zant's question is that he's a cyborg or a construct. Whichever word would hold more meaning to the Twili man.]

[twilightusurper]

So, you are essentially a construct. Was this done by magic or through other means?

[windfire_donuts]

Some magic, yes. [With no small amount of actual physical tinkering on the storm god's part. He built the body, he just used magic to animate it and bring Nezha's consciousness back from the dead. Too bad Susano'o did a rush job and forgot to recover either his emotions or his past life's memories.

Oops.]

[twilightusurper]

And what else?

[windfire_donuts]

Metal and flesh. [The only part of him from his original body is his head, and even that has some circuitry interwoven into it. His death was not a pretty one, not that he can remember any of it.]

Sorry this is late.

[twilightusurper]

Metal? How is that possible?

no worries!

[windfire_donuts]

[The youth frowns, tilting his head in boredom.]

This isn't armor, you know. [Referring to his mechanical body. He knows enough about his own body to be able to fix it when it breaks, but Susano'o is the one who built it, and Nezha isn't entirely familiar with the specifics.]

[curse_of_power]

Was there ever any doubt?

Now all we need is a Ghirahim player and the Power Trio is complete!

[twilightusurper]

[At the sound of his master's voice, Zant turns and gives a low bow.]

Of course not, Master. They had to make us playable. We're just too important.

YOSH!

[curse_of_power]

[Ganondorf will bite back the urge to blast Zant with dark energy. He hasn't forgotten the end of Twilight Princess, y'know. For now, Zant is a useful tool. Just like Ghirahim.]

Of course. Regardless of when and where, when the bearers of the Triforce meet with strife, I will always be there to spread destruction.

[twilightusurper]

[And likewise, Zant knows full well he's probably being used again, but he's willing to play along as long as it benifits him.]

And I will be at your side as your loyal vassal, my lord.

[ohboysmoochingtime]

Boy, if you're the one complaining about screeching, I can't even imagine how your mun must sound! I mean, have you listened to yourself lately? All 'woobleoobleoobleoo!' and such?

[twilightusurper]

[Okay, now's there's a guy in a Bunny Hood talking to him. This is getting weird.]

First off, I do not sound like that. Second, I only do that when I get upset.

[ohboysmoochingtime]

[Hey, these are all the rage with the, uh... cults.. back home... yeah!]

Okay, okay, so I'm not the best at impressions. But you know what I mean, right?!

[twilightusurper]

I suppose so.

[Zant tilts his head as he looks at the strange man.]

So, what are you supposed to be?

[ohboysmoochingtime]

[Somehow, he's grateful this guy can't see his grin behind the hood's big buck teeth. It might look just a tad... too familiar.]

Just your run-of-the-mill traveling merchant, sir! One whose wares you might recognize now that you're in the whole playable-character business, as a matter of fact. Ravio's the name, bombs, hookshots, and magical rods are my game! Heheh.

[twilightusurper]

[Indeed, Ravio is all too lucky Zant can't see under that hood of his. He might not react well to seeing another Link.]

A traveling merchant, eh? While it will be appreciated, I really can't see myself using such items. After all, why rely on such mundane toys when one has magic at their disposal? [And to demonstrate, Zant levitates a few feet off the ground.]

[ohboysmoochingtime]

Well, sure, they might look like toys, but when your luck-- or, say, your magic-- runs out, it can't hurt to be too prepared!

[How's this for a counter-demonstration? Ravio whips out his patented Tornado Rod, imitating Zant's show.]

See? Makes for a great backup, right?

[twilightusurper]

[Show off. Zant looks on, somewhat impressed.]

I suppose you have a point there. [He lands back on the ground.] So, what other gadgets do you have?

[ohboysmoochingtime]

[It's a tough sell, but Ravio can feel the sales pitch working. ...Or maybe that's his new Triforce chunk giving him the confidence boost to keep pitching to this guy. Either way...!

Touching down a second after Zant, he strokes at the buckteeth of his hat, humming cheerfully.]

Let's see~ We've got your standard bombs and arrows, like we've discussed. I've got some quality Fire, Ice, and Sand Rods all ready to go! Boomerangs, hammers, all that good adventuring gear... and, might I add, I'm holding onto all this stuff so fine battle-minded folks like yourself don't have to go scrounging around in nasty dungeons and caves looking for chests! Pretty convenient, if I do say so myself!

[twilightusurper]

That is quite convienent. Could I see some of these items?

[ohboysmoochingtime]

Sure! Which ones are you interested in, pal? I'd be happy to demo 'em for you, if you like~