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Zavis shrugged innocently.

“Oops?”

He looked back down towards the water, and indeed, two halves of a very splinted and broken Great Eagle Bow were floating in the water below.

The Yiga tosses his sword between his hands casually and gave a soft chuckle. “Ok, all this aside, I have been waiting forever to kick your ass ever since Rauru. Like,” He rubbed his left shoulder. “My poor clavicle! Exposing me wasn’t enough, you had to mess with my violin shoulder! How would you feel if someone just randomly pounced on...wait do Rito even have collarbon—”

Faster than thought, Revali dashed forward with the full force of his tornado behind him, and the next thing Zavis knew, he was pinned by his shoulders, head hovering above the stairway below.

“HK—Yeah, that. That’s what I’m talking about...very rude...very....” He sputtered as Revali’s talons edged his head further towards open air. “Yeahyeahyeah, we can say you won this round, ahahaha—Anyone else feeling deja vu?”

Revali clicked his tongue and leaned his so close Zavis nearly thought he was about to bite his face off.

“Oh I’ve won indeed, little bard. But let’s ensure this result stays permanent—”

The Rito released one foot off his shoulder, and pierce his talons into the pocket by the Yiga’s belt. His remaining handful of paper talismans fluttered away in the wind. Revali then turned back to shove him over the edge.

But Zavis was faster. As soon as the hold on one of his shoulders fell away, he reached for his sword and butted the pommel into Revali’s face.

He stumbled back, but seemed to recover instantly with the power of spite. He took an arrow and held it like a dagger as he lunged, the wind still at his command.

Zavis dodged left, but lost his balance as the wind forced him backward, and he toppled off the edge.

“Fuck!”

He thrust his sword into the side of the house, and hung on for dear life. He glared up a few feet away to lock eyes with Revali.

“Don’t you get it!? I thought you were the sharp one! I’m trying to help you. It takes a lot to recover your reputation from ‘serial killer friends’ to ‘heroes.’ The more effort you put into defeating me, the better.”

He weakly gestured with one arm towards the scrambling Sheikah down below, and spoke a bit louder. “And what a show we did put on for them! And though my skills and intellect were great, I shall admit defeat to you, my friend! For surely no one rivals your valor!”

Revali’s eyes narrowed dangerously again, green flames seemingly simmering his face off. He hopped on Zavis’ sword, and both the Yiga and the sword squeaked pathetically as the wood that held the blade started to weaken.

“I don’t think you understand, poet. This isn’t about winning...this is about settling the score...” With each articulation of his words, Revali playfully hopped up and down on the sword.

Zavis grimaced at the motion, but rolled his eyes. “Are you still mad about the grave thing? Ok, ok. I’m sorry I accidentally caused monsters to trample all over those graves. I can give a more proper apology when I’m not dangling over the dangerous drop above that long staircase...”

Revali scoffed with an unexpected smile. “Oh, I’m well over that, don’t worry. Recently I’ve detached from my deceased family in place of...more desirable alternatives.”

He edged his talons closer to the end of the sword where Zavis was holding onto.

“I mean, that was the plan...until matters got complicated.”

The boy’s breath caught, but he glared confidently at Revali.

“I’m not scared of you.”

Revali scoffed again. He started hopping up and down again as he spoke in a dignified tone.

“O, beware, my lord, of jealousy.”

Hop. Hop. Hop. Hop. Hop.

“It is the green-eyed monster which doth mock the meat it feeds on.”

Hop. Hop. Hop. Hop. Hop. Hop. Hop.

Zavis sucked in a breath as the panel of wood his sword was impaled into started to pry away. Revali leaned down close to Zavis’ face again as he smirked.

“A little bard like you would be familiar with the work of Illian Quiverspear, yes? That quote’s from Osprello. Act III if I recall correctly?” He tilted his head, as if asking for confirmation.

Zavis nodded. “Sure, the play where the osprey character is egged on by the parrot Rito, Iago, to kill his wife.” Zavis couldn’t help but quip as he smirked. “Is that a request, Champion Revali? Got a lover you want me to off?”

SLAM.

Zavis gasped as his sword sunk a foot down the side of the house, his grip loosening as the sword angled to a near 45 degree angle.

“What I want is for you to get what you deserve!” Revali leaned down, resisting the urge to just peck his eyes out. “I can’t believe how pathetic you truly are! A double agent...Tsk...” He shook his head as he crossed his wings.

Zavis’ thoughts bubbled with confusion. “I feel like being on the same side is a good thing—?”

“IT ISN’T.” Revali slammed his weight onto the sword again, the force strong enough to erupt a blade of wind out the edge. “First you make me look like a fool in Rito Village, then again, you elude me in Rauru. And now you. Break. My. BOW.”

“I’LL BUY YOU A NEW ONE, OK???” Zavis’ grip slipped further down the sword. “Look, I don’t have anything against you personally, cause you know in retrospect we have a lot in—”

“You were given everything!” Revali spat. “You were rich and prosperous, with loving parents, and talents to be praised for day in and day out.” He shook his head and waved away the memories. “While I chewed on dirt, and suffered under the constant dissatisfaction and anger of the Rito unfortunate enough to hatch me.”

He stomped on the sword, and once more the wood creaked, and the blade slipped just a bit further. “I endured and rose beyond my pathetic circumstances. But then I get a front row seat so seeing you throw away everything that I should have had!” His talons scratched Zavis’ skin. “You had the freedom to live as you wanted, and you decided the best course of action was to destroy the foundation that held you so highly!? You cast aside your ties, and for what? To play pretend?”

“My ties didn’t serve me any purpose! I’m more useful to everyone as a Yiga.” Zavis glared up at him. “And make assumptions all you want, but life wasn’t as glorious as you make it out to be.”

“HA!” Revali threw his head back and laughed. “Forgive me Master Zavis of the Yiga! I did not realize I should have expressed more sympathies for you!”

“I am so sorry that you never had to worry about food on the table, nor clothes on your back. I am ever so sympathetic to your joining of the Yiga Clan, as you provided them the information necessary to wreak havos upon the kingdom for years! And most of all...I am so sorry that you decided that your ‘greater usefulness’ as a Yiga was more important than caring for the people who foolishly decided to love you.”

Revali bore both his talons on Zavis’ grip. “Siv only started changing after you destroyed his trust. As far as I’m concerned, you’re the catalyst in all this.”

The Rito shook his head as he bounced on the sword again.

“And now!” Hop. “You’re supposed to be on my side all along?” Hop. “You?! Who succumbed to underhanded tactics and pathetic desires,” Hop. Hop. “To be praised and respected, the same as me?” Hop."Hmm...I don't think I can let that fly..."

Revali chuckled again, before regaining his grim expression. “I resisted the temptation to be selfish for years. My entire Hylia-damned life I’ve played by the rules of this kingdom and its authorities. And now you’re saying I could have given in all along, and still be in the right to be called a hero?!”

Zavis’ grip finally gave away, and he started to fall.

“GAAH—”

His forearm was suddenly caught be Revali’s talons, the grip harsh enough to draw a bit of blood. He leaned down once more.

“Assivus’ actions and choices are his own, and that divinator is certainly a problematic instigator...” Revali stared down at Zavis, green fire bearing into him. “But since you’re already here, and since we’re already allowing ourselves to be a little bit self...I see no reason I can’t settle for taking this all out on a insufferable little bard like you!”

The Champion's grip released.

#???#Assivus Hartell #The life of the party and then death #hku spoilers

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silyabeeodess · 4 years

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AHIT Headcanons: The Shapeshifter and the Badge Seller

I’m going to put the headcanons for the Shapeshifter first below the cut, in case anyone’s just interested in him, but if anyone wants to read about the Badge Seller’s I recommend checking out the ones I have for Hat Kid’s homeworld first, as some of them will only make sense with those in mind. That said, here we go:

The Shapeshifter

To most on the planet, the Shapeshifter is nothing more than a legend, an ancient figure few even know about and only through stories. He’s a demonic entity bent on dragging his victims to the depths of despair, capturing their souls and/or life force to parade as them at will.

He can only take the shape of those he’s absorbed. In his true form, he looks like an amalgamated mess with a blackened core and multitude of eyes--that can emote different things and look in opposing directions, as if it were a glimpse of the armada of lost souls trapped inside him. Even his voice reflects this, overlapping multiples into one insane voice as an echoing cacophony of sobs and screams underlines it if you dare to listen closely enough. Few, however, see this form unless he wants them to.

There’s no particular type of person he’ll target: Anyone’s fair game and he’ll go after them through various means--offering deals, stepping in to pretend to be their only support, etc. In the end, he always turns on them. In the events of Act 2, he stayed in hiding to see which of the birds would fall to their worst natures and could be destroyed by them first: The Conductor with his arrogance and selfish ways or DJ Grooves with his envy and desperation to have his work recognized. Hat Kid was a newcomer into the “game,” but as her actions pushed them both further on, he didn’t care. Not until she changed them, that is. Her actions and continued friendship forced the Conductor to taste a bit of humility and stopped DJ Grooves from letting his feelings/insecurities get the better of him. Needless to say, the Shapeshifter wasn’t happy losing two potential victims. He was, however, curious about the girl and all of her abilities--following her in secret from that point onward.

Mortals can’t really tell who he is unless he appears in his true form. Ghosts and spirits, however, can sometimes sense him due to the extremely dark aura he oozes. They’re also more capable of actually fighting him, so he has to be careful. He has no friends among even the worst of spirits.

The Badge Seller

At one point in the distant past, Earth used to be an allied world to Hat Kid’s own. A small mix of her people and Earth’s humans started a home where Subcon is now, where the large, shattered Time Piece is. The Badge Seller was not only a member of a mixed generation of these people, but grew up to be a Clocksmith in charge of looking after the Time Piece prior to its destruction.

When it did eventually shatter, releasing a wave of magic that wrecked the planet in various ways, many of Earth’s lifeforms were completely altered: Some animals gained sentience, some humans became part of a subspecies, and lifespans were stretched. The Badge Seller had it worst: He was part of a rare, smaller group that became ageless. This group--already having lost contact with HK’s homeworld and its resources due to its own fate--made it their duty to help watch after the planet in this strange, new age and see if they could make contact with other worlds. Like the case with the Badge Seller’s body, each of them gradually became distorted, glitchy figures over time from their various experiences across different worlds, realms, and through time and space. By the events of the game though, the Badge Seller is the only known survivor--the rest having been killed by different forces over the years.

When they became the only one left, the Badge Seller used their magic to siphon the memories of their fallen friends into their own mind in order to gain a collective knowledge/wisdom that would allow them to follow the best courses of action in the future; however, this came at a great cost. They lost their own identity, to the point where they can barely separate their individual memories from the giant pool stemming multiple people over the course of thousands of years.

The Badge Seller continues with the group’s work in secret, but takes a much more neutral role now--only getting involved with the affairs of others when they feel they have to and letting the world run its course. They feel there’s not much left for them to do now besides wait for the next cataclysmic event, that they don’t have much of a reason to be a part of a changing world beyond that given their own permanent, but out of place existence.

Making their badges was a way of not only sharing knowledge and strength to those who might need them--limiting some badges only to those deemed worthy--but acted as a kind of hobby to make ends meet as they gradually became a kind of nomadic vendor. However, they are extremely interested in Hat Kid, being the only Clocksmith in a long while to appear on the planet’s surface. A part of them would actually hope to take her under their wing as a sort of apprentice. Hat Kid could learn a lot from them if that happened, but their centuries of loneliness might cause them to do something... drastic, as an end result of that training.

The Badge Seller actually knows the Shapeshifter, and has crossed paths with him multiple times. Out of anything else on the planet, they see the Shapeshifter as one of their final, uncompleted missions: A force that needs to be dealt with before he can hurt anyone else. They hate each other.

#ahit #headcanons #badge seller #the shapeshifter #a hat in time #video games #clocksmith #time pieces #hat kid #conductor #the conductor #dj grooves #clocks and spirits

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