Agony and Lost, dark Hyrule and dark Wild :) my long descriptions and a bit more art beneath the cut.
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Agony
Hyrule is a survivor and a healer. He's ruthless when he has to be but above all, he perseveres and he fixes things when he can. Agony is a Hyrule who gave up, gave in, and now hurts others out of selfishness. He's one of those fey that gleefully leads people to their doom just because he can. Nothing he eats will ever satiate him, and he doesn't often care to try. When he does, it's something meaty and raw and bloody, like the flesh of monsters or unfortunate travelers, and that can calm him down for a while.
Agony is probably the cruelest of these Darks, though he doesn't care for complicated schemes to cause emotional or mental anguish. (And he's not very smart, so he doesn't bother trying to be.) He's more likely to go for a knife than cutting words. He doesn't mind following orders, especially if it's Depth giving them, though he'll wander off and do something else if he doesn't find the orders interesting enough. He doesn't really plan ahead.
Agony fights like a cornered animal, with an old sword or broken glass or his nails and sharp teeth if he needs to. He has spells like Hyrule, though Agony's are generally weaker. He likes using Thunder. He's technically the group's healer, with Life, but unlike Hyrule's, Agony's healing causes even more pain. He gets some use out of Shield and Jump, but can't quite flame up his sword the way Hyrule can. He can't turn into a fairy—he's more undead than he is fey. He has a unique spell he calls Corruption: it lets him spread some of his inherent darkness out by touch. For a being of light, it is painful and dangerous. For a being of darkness, it is refreshing and rejuvenating.
As for his design: Agony has Hyrule's shape (if emaciated), but is colored much much darker, to evoke the plain black silhouette of the Dark Link enemy in The Adventure of Link. In contrast to Hyrule's warm browns and greens and golds, Agony is cool-toned and so dark you can't see his features clearly. His eyes are toxic green, as if he's absorbed some of the sickness of his world. His hands and feet are bony and lighter, both for some design contrast and to emphasize the bony structure. His hands are not healer's hands, with the long fingers and claws. Even his ears are sharp, and where many of the Darks have fangs, Agony has a full mouth of sharpened teeth.
Agony is what Hyrule would be if Hyrule stopped trying so hard to be good and ran in the other direction. Agony is one of those who will torment and murder his Light without a second thought, if he could.
Lost
Lost is dark Wild.
What has he lost, you ask? Well, unfortunately, the answer is “everything.” He’s smart, but he lost any hope. He lost his memories. He lost any friends or attachments or love he might have had. He never knows where he is, and sometimes forgets what he’s doing while he does it. He has no warmth left. (Of course, he never actually had a lot of those things in the first place. But he is born from Wild's hopelessness and despair, so he knows that part of him once had light and love. A deeper part of Lost might know exactly what he's doing.)
Lost is completely and totally an agent of the Calamity and Ganon. He's in more intimate contact with the forces of monsters and corruption than anyone else, and occasionally goes over Depth’s head to do things the darkness specifically asks him to do (if he can remember.) He takes orders without argument. The others find him very annoying to talk to, because while he's fairly quiet, he cycles through the same few topics over and over. He has to constantly be reminded where to go and what to do. Mirage is, surprisingly, the least annoyed by Lost and thus most likely to get Lost babysitting duty.
Due to his corruption, Lost has an unusual ability: he can, to an extent, control Malice. That means he can plant orders in monsters’ heads and monitor their progress, usually via those black-and-orange Malice eyes stuck on one of them. For that reason, the group can't leave him behind, much as they'd like to sometimes. He's integral to every plan they make because of the monster thing. Nobody ever asks him what he wants to do or what he cares about, because he'll forget about it anyway. If necessary, they just lie and tell him that he agreed earlier. He trusts the others a little too much, judging by how badly they treat him.
As for his design: Lost is dull and bleached of color. He has lost his zest for life and his blue eyes, replaced by those of Malice. His scars pulse with silvery Malice, and it's unclear whether it actively hurts him or not, but chances are good. He wears a necklace of teeth, but has forgotten whether they're shark teeth (implying a Zora) or just monster teeth. His tunic and cloak are the same as Wild’s, but he's forgotten what they mean. That in itself is Wild’s worst nightmare—wearing the Champion’s Tunic not because he's proud of it or because he wants to remember the others, but because it's simply a convenient piece of cloth.
Lost is a dulled, downtrodden, resentful Wild. He doesn't care about Wild at all. His purpose is survival, and he will fight for it, as best he can.
This isn't the best art but I had fun with them :)
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will die on the hill that "Harry has ADHD and speed didn't make him a ~superdetective~ but made him able to function"
no I don't care if EChem or anything else in the game describes it in a way that would contradict this theory
I mean EChem claims that it takes AT LEAST two days to get speed out of your system, that is such wishful thinking tbh
Oh hey I remembered I actually wrote a drabble about that
The C-Wing was always full of noise: Even when Mack and Chester were out doing fieldwork instead of loudly debating over their coworkers, what foods could be defined as sandwich or -sometimes- their cases, there was still the typewriters, shuffling of paper and exasperated sighs. Harry could not help but notice them all.
Was it this bad before his amnesia? If so then maybe he had been a case clearing machine not because he preferred field work but because he avoided his desk.
He sighed and tried to return his attention to the casefile in front of him, for what felt like the hundredth time in just as many minutes. The information within slipped away the moment he heard the water kettle in the precincts kitchen scream. Maybe he should get another coffee? The chipped mug on his desk had only been refilled four times today, after all.
Yes, he decided, a coffee might help. Still, Harry did not get up to grab one. By now, he really wanted one but for some reason, the thought did not translate into action. Frustrated with himself, Harry started drumming his fingers on the desk. He stopped after catching Jean’s glare out of the corner of his eye. Maybe he could try getting back to that casefile? Wait, he was going to get coffee, wasn’t he? Was the water still hot enough? The thought of having to refill the kettle, wait for the water to boil and then finally making his coffee filled Harry with a disproportionate sense of dread.
“Another rough day of coming in two hours late, shitkid?” Harry involuntarily flinched at Jean having appeared next to him seemingly out of thin air.
“I’m getting to it.”
“You’ve been getting to it for about three fucking hours.”
Harry groaned and dragged his hands over his face. “I don’t know how the fuck I used to take on several cases a week, Jean.”
“Speed.” Satellite-Officer Vicquemare spat.
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