Guess Who's Back [Closed]

Amon's sudden appearance from the heights obviously got the lass rather alert, as she drew her blade, but she soon enough deemed the man as not a threat, sheathing her blade back immediately. Oddly enough, instead of giving a greeting back, she began to stare quietly at Amon.

Responding by quietly staring back, the Sheikah man eyed on the woman in front of him, noticing her good looks, healthy body, assets and the quite out there cowlick. The most striking feature on the young woman though was her red eyes, showing the same scarlet shine to them as Amon's own in his youth. An obvious proof of the girl's Sheikah blood. Putting his pipe's end between his lips, taking a breath in, the mercenary gave a subtle grin, guessing that the pretty flower in front of him was one of the Guardians of the Royal Family.

While done with his basic observations of the woman, Amon began to try make a good guess that what the Sheikah woman's three sizes were. His passtime was given a quick end however, as the woman suddenly shouted and began running at Amon, quite obviously to attack him. Or so at least her body language showed, with the only confusing thing being that for some odd reason the mercenary didn't feel any real hostility from the woman. Amon blew the smoke in his lungs out, figuring that he might've been branded as an intruder just now, while still keeping his grin and stood still.

Letting the woman approach him close enough that she could just grab him -which she seemed to be actually trying to do- Amon made a blindingly fast step, disappearing as a blur and appearing withing a fraction of a second back to sight, right behind the woman. Instead of striking her properly, like he'd most likely do here, Amon lifted his hand holding the pipe slightly and bonked the Sheikah woman on her head, which was done with ease, as the two had a big difference in height.
"Letting out a shout before attacking and having no hostility in you. That's an odd way to attack a possible intruder, missy."

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The woman turning around and talking was enough for Amon to deem that there was no real situation going on, and what just had happened was somewhat of a misunderstanding either on his or both sides' part, making the mercenary relax to listen the words of the Sheikah woman.

While her saying the word remember made Amon wonder if the two had met before, the Sheikah man couldn't help but notice also that almost immediately after saying that, the woman seemed to almost get lost into her own world of fantasy inside her head. Instead of really bothering to take her away from that, Amon just stood there quietly, taking yet another puff of smoke for his lungs to enjoy.

Figuring that it would have been the perfect opportunity to make an accurate guess of her sizes right now, the sudden cackling of a raven had caused the Sheikah woman to yell at the feathered fellow, showing anger by throwing a stone at its direction to scare it off, and Amon only cursed his luck, now that his chance had been ruined a second time and gave a long and dry sigh, releasing all the smoke from his lungs while at it. At least that was something he could enjoy.

Not going to dwell on humoring himself for now, Amon pointed the Sheikah woman with his pipe.
"So, miss. Have we met before? I myself don't remember ever meeting you, so the way you spoke like we had met, leaves me a tad bit perplexed." He really did have doubts of what the woman had said. Amon was quite confident in his memory, and if he really had interacted with a woman as good looking as the one in front of him -who even was a Sheikah to boot- the mercenary would definitely have at least some recollection of them.

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Despite the vagueness of the Sheikah woman's answer, it did makes at least a little bit more clear. If he had ever interacted with her in the past, it'd make sure that he had forgotten about it if she was just a child. The additional 20 or so years would make even more sense. Why would Amon bother remembering a meeting with a kid in such a long time, especially if it wasn't anything extremely important.

Giving himself a nod, as he had finished his thinking, Amon wasn't this time even surprised to see the woman in front of himself in yet another trip to the laa-laa-land in her head. The Sheikah man didn't even bother trying to figure out her sizes for now, and just went ahead to take once again a puff from his pipe, while lifting his other hand towards the Sheikah woman and began snapping his fingers to gain the blondie's attention.

Once she'd finally snap out from her own thoughts, Amon would stop and blow all the smoke and air out of his lungs in a long, lazy blow upwards, not wanting to get that lung poison at the woman in front of him.
"So, I assume that you know my name, but in case you don't; I am Amon, the man who was a Guardian here still 10 or so years ago. A position that I assume that you hold too, as not too many Sheikah go around in the open, especially in the castle area, unless they're involved in the ranks of Guardians. Either way, what's your name, missy?"

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"Crystal, eh? Guess it just fits, with you being such a pleasure to the eyes", Amon commented to the Sheikah woman's name, like he had said something that was supposed to just be thought, which it wasn't. The Sheikah man wanted the compliment to be heard, whether or not it'd be appreciated.

Once again, the process of inhaling and exhaling through his pipe proceeded to happen, as Amon observed the woman to move to take a seat on a nearby fence. The expression on her was a bit of a mix to read, but knowing how Crystal had been so far, Amon could guess that she was thinking about things again, though this time it was a tad bit different. Last two seemed like trips to fantasy or whatsoever, but this seemed to be grounded a bit closer to reality.

Figuring that he'd be done for now, as the woman seemed to have other things on her, Amon made the decision that it was actually time to leave. Still, Crystal did seem like an interesting enough of a person for him to bother to interact a bit, especially since she's a Guardian and all.
"I think I'll be going now, Crystal. T'was a pleasure to meet you." Amon spoke in a nonchalant matter, as he proceeded to raise his hand up to his chest level. A throwing knife had found its way up the sleeve of the Sheikah man, who was now holding the small knife in his raised hand, and with a fast and subtle flick, the throwing knife flew across the air and sunk into the stone of the fence, only a meter to the left of Crystal's location.
"I'll be staying in the area for a couple of days, so if you feel like having a chat with me, just bring that knife to the 'Skulltul-Eye' tavern and show it to the bartender there, and we'll meet." The mercenary proceeded to give a small grin, that held no real purpose to it, and after listening to whatever Crystal would say, he'd start walking away to leave the castle.

Only thing he'd anymore have to worry about was to think about how to spend his time for the rest of his day.

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Amon was planning on leaving all cool and impressive, but that plan was tossed out the window, with the appearance of both Marianne, one of the princesses, and Leon, the prince. The Sheikah was planning on meeting the two anyways, during this stay of his in the castle town, so their appearance was more than just a little bit convenient.

The sudden appearance of royalty had only brought a smirk upon the mercenary, with the only thing causing a bit of confusion in Amon's mind being how he felt like he was a stranger to the two.
"Sir? How distant, Marianne. You're breaking Uncle Amon's fragile heart", the Sheikah man replied with an obviously joking tone, making his reply seem more like an indirect question of 'Why use Sir?'
"And I'm just trying to show off as an ex-Guardian to a newer Guardian." He added.

Amon then turned his head from the princess to the prince, and gave him a smirk.
"And Leon, look at you. No greeting of any kind to everyone's favourite Guardian in history? What would your pops think if he'd hear?" He joked again, and as he chuckled, the Sheikah man took yet another huff and puff off of his pipe, blowing the smoke straight up to the air to not let any of that poison get to royal lungs.
"Terrible humor aside; How're you two doing?"

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