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Dente finally places the stone upon where his allies stand on a safe spot. He overhears the conversation above, but he does not pick up much of it since his focus has been on the stone support.

The bottle shatters, Dente's celestial form emerging from the foul prison while yelling out his own name enthusiastically before curtly cutting himself off. That was strange. The strangeness aside, Dente had processed most of what had been said about an escape plan. While he was not wholly...

Dente is mildly amused by the banter between the two from other times, but the crack that emanated from the platform ended his amusement and turned it into slight concern. There wasn't much he was able to do about it from his position. He would have to place his trust on the others' backs.

Dente watches the action unfold, his expression spelling out a mild concern for Brian, but his attention soon returns to the foe in front of the party.

Dente's petty and grumpy mood had only been quelled by his dosing off, only to be awoken by the fumes of Florthanac. He remembers this place. Not very fondly, but still, he remembers. The circumstances of his last visit were quite similar. Physical form cut to ribbons by a trigger-happy dwarf...

Dente grows ever weary of being kept inside his makeshift prison, yet observes the team's dealings with Soulfos nonetheless. They were not the worst of opponents, at least in the sense that he hardly needed to come to their aid.

Dente too, did not need those images in his head. He remains inside the foul contraption as they eye the stump, preparing to venture inside.

"Huh. noted," Dente muses over Rasul's words. He hadn't said anything in their telepathy channel that would have alerted Rasul to his words, but the quizzical look on Dente's ghostly face inside a very cramped bottle probably spelled it out. It came as no surprise Rasul knew about this stuff in...

"Huh," Dente thinks to himself. "Seems to be some discrepancies in the timeline in that case. I wonder what makes the years differ?" While he had only learned through his meditations of the existence of another timeline about a decade ago, his reflections were few regarding the subject matter...

Dente is surprised they have decided to venture into Faron Woods. It was too familiar here, having spent the better part of thirty years meditating on this land. Deciding, if only for a moment, to break his silence, he addresses the others. "I know of a way around the mist. It is not glamorous...

Dente silently agrees with the girl. It was certainly strange, but he wanted to grow old, be his proper age, and even then, he didn't quite look his age anyways. His hair looked more tan than gray despite being in his early seventies.

Dente retains his bitter demeanor over what just transpired, and as such remains quiet. That is, until he catches sight of the team's last member: Scalera. He is unsure as to who this was, but after several minutes, puts the puzzle pieces together only to adopt a sordid grimace. It was as if he...

Dente makes no effort to reply, but does set the group up for communication. It would certainty help them, even though he would rather be left out of it now.

Dente's spirit materializes rather quickly, the growth of his power evident after decades of training. Inside the jar, was another story. Arms folded, demeanor unusually pouty. This was one unfriendly ghost. The others cannot hear him, but Dente mutters a bunch of insults towards Rauru (which...

Dente looks up to Rasul and quickly realizes the situation he is in. The only thing clear on his facial expression was a very reluctant and grim frown. It almost looked like a living theater mask. In that brief moment, it was just as if once again, the laugh of Rauru could be heard in his mind.

"Hmph, so it would seem," Dente reponds somewhat gruffly. Eight capable hands, huh? There was Rasul, Linora and Rengo, Nevermore, Lupus, himself, that man leaning against the wall, and...who else? Dente, as perhaps his age was getting to hi,, may have miscounted. Who was the eighth?

Dente nodded to Linora after she introduced herself. Yes, Linora. He definitely knew her from somewhere, their meeting in Faron Woods recently notwithstanding. It did not matter how at this point, he supposed. Dente's attention then turned to Lupus, who he definitely recognized from that episode...

Dente, having followed behind Nevermore, bows his head bashfully and discreetly to Rasul before taking his place among the council of individuals present in his house (somewhere, he could hear Rauru laughing at him). He decides to stand, comfortably using his staff as a buffer. Observing those...

((It's all good! :) )) Dente's uneasiness perks up when Nevermore gestures at him. His hand not holding his staff instinctively scratches the back of his head's short hair. This wasn't going to be easy.

As Dente turns to walk away, his body stiffens as the door opens. It was too late. He would have to confront his old friends, even in spite of his past transgressions. As Rasul talks to Nevermore, Dente returns to meet up with them, standing idly, his own shame weighing him down.

Dente waits a few moments for a response, but garners only her silence. Still, Kiera appeared ready to go, so the two set off, flying to Ordin-Bashir. ********* After some time, the two arrive, landing on the road. After promptly transforming back into his Hylian form, Dente motions to Kiera...

"So, I do." Dente nods. "My own place of residence lies not far from Ordin-Bashir, but not entirely close either. No matter the case, I hope for your sake that your flying is not rusty. It's...something of a new hobby of mine." Dente follows his words with a sudden transformation into his...

"I couldn't tell you more than you already know," Dente responds contemplatively. "I've understood that there have been some subtle tremors echoing in Hyrule for some time, but I was never sure what they suggested. These monsters seem to be the outcome." He then looks at Nevermore directly...

"Ah, yes. I agree." Dente solemnly notes. He closes Ari's eyes, and after performing a series of sage recitations, he steps away from Kiera and nods, allowing her and the others to honor Ari as they saw fit.

Dente nods, a frown now painted on his face. "I'll get to you folks in a moment, but where is the one called Ari?" She may have been dead, but he thought to at least try and send her off right. It seemed his time as a sage made him more aware of these things.

The man scans Kiera upon turning her direction, and then bows slightly. "Indeed so," he replies. "I see the years have treated you well as well!" He hesitates for a moment before continuing. "Before I indulge any further, I'd like to see how you folks are holding up? Injuries and what not." It...

The tremors have seemingly dissipated, the one in the desert and the one the man sensed from the forest. He gazes at the sky with a deadpan expression. Surely, it just had to be more difficult for him.

The man walks towards the fight, but the colossus vanishes before he rejoins the fray. After a slow walk through the desert sand, he approaches the party. "Hey," he grunts awkwardly as a man without much social interaction in decades would. "Are you folks all right?" It is then that he notices...

Since Lake Hylia was too far away, the man's body collides into a series of ruined structures inside the former town. He struggles to rise from the hit he received, but manages with assistance from his staff. This was one tough-to-crack foe at first glace. Sagaciously, he eyes his opponent...

The vulture surveys the desert land, finally coming across the scene in the ruins of a town. It seemed there was a sizable party of Gerudo, a people now somewhat rare to Hyrule, in a skirmish with various enemies, none more imposing than the Twilight beast. Nodding to himself, the vulture...

The man abruptly wakes from his slumber, now sensing greater tremors than before. He could feel it. Hyrule was now enveloped in Twilight. Not fully as of yet, but time was not on the land's side. Promptly, the man changes into his usual garb, takes his staff, and exits the Temple of Time; but...

The man removes his hands from his face after some time. His hands were wet with tears. It wasn't enough that he spent his years meditating in the Temole of Time? He had to go out there and face the world once again? The man nearly feels insulted, but he is also aware that in spite of his...

((Did Buster forget about Old Dente? :( )) The man nearly loses his footing having been caught off-guard by the voice; but he was not scared by it. He quickly recognizes the presence, yet he does not respond, instead remaining wide-eyed in expression. "Ah, you chose to hold your tongue? Quite...

The man's meditations are in full bloom, his musings coming to life inside his mind. "Din...Farore...Nayru," each goddess's name is uttered after brief pauses. "Lend me your power." The man's speech becomes more monotone and solemn. Power now coursing through him, he siphons the energy...

The party of individuals that were previously on the man's land had since departed. The man was alone once again. With the hours growing late, he retreats into the temple. He does this while also grabbing a piece of pumpkin bread that he cooked. While eating, he muses over the day's events. "It...

The man's expression droops into an elongated frown. The two ignored him. What followed was the thief making a scene before the knight sent him into a sand pit. Then, an elf, not native to Hyrule, made himself known. The man then sighs. He was intrigued to experience interaction with individuals...

The man peered back a few times at the thief before he disappeared. After tending to his pumpkin plants, he turns back to the Temple before meeting the presence of the interrupting Linora. Before he answers, however, he is unable to stop a gasp from escaping his mouth. He knew this woman, or at...

The man, amid his gaze, picks up on the sound of violence near the outskirts of the woods. It wasn't as if the man's hearing was "supersonic" in any manner, but after spending decades in the woods alone, he grew able to sense amiss circumstances here. "Hmm," the man grunts. "It seems I might...

The man, at this point, started tending to the surrounding land around the temple. Various plants grew here, most notably the abundance of pumpkin plants common in the Ordona Province close by. Unfortunately, it was most of what he had as sustenance given his secluded lifestyle. Pumpkin was far...

The man sips his tea while he writes in a journal of sorts. It had to have been decades old. After finishing up, he walks outside the temple loft, but not before donning his robes and getting his staff. Upon walking outside, he notices the breeze and promptly closes his eyes, taking it all in...

Temple of Time, Faron Woods The gentle breeze caresses the trees as morning light pierces through the branches. Throngs of wildlife traverse through the area. In the distance of the area stood a temple as old as time itself, now covered with various greenery. In spite of the exterior, the...