The Art of Manipulation

'Magic', hm. In concept, it had always seemed simple enough to Revyn, in spite of whatever complexities existed through it.

Never minding that lacking hands had always seemed it would be rather an... inconvenience for the matter.

Still, he'd made himself a purchase fair and square -- whether the shopkeeper knew of it or not -- and was simply to wander off with the scroll carefully gripped between his teeth to one of his own little quiet spots out along Hyrule Field. Quite content to be rather oblivious to anything else that might've been around all the same, nor the small tracks he left behind, the golden-furred keaton made his way along to a little creek he knew of, that would be convenient in more than one way, he was certain. With his little spot found, down to the ground went the scroll, a bit of finagling with his teeth and paws making fairly easy work of opening it up for his actual purposes.

An orb of water, so it seemed... perhaps he should've paid more mind to what he was picking up beyond that it was one of the cheaper ones on the shelves, but no matter. A paw, then... lacking in a hand, that much would do after a bit of study. Never minding his trio of tails idly waving behind himself, the keaton steadily rose a front paw, gathering... at least a bit of water in it that was to be offered a scrutinizing little glare all its own.

It was a start, at least... now if he could just stop the occasional chirp of a bird a little ways off, the light, alert twitching of his ears. 'Focus' had always been simple enough... trying to force that focus, not so.

Phoebe

A bit more... at least a little more, and he swore he'd be able to make something of this. Much as he didn't much care to get directly involved in... well, much of anything, really, a few recent events told him that he wasn't going to just casually avoid it as much as he had in the past. For his small stature, he at least needed tools to do something with... and this was the easiest thing he could think of.

Or, at least, it was supposed to have been. Perhaps he might've just... swiped some bombs instead, and worked out how best he might ignite them... but no matter.

Regardless of any of his inward musings, he was not a terribly unalert creature even at the worst of times... and though the winds were calm and mostly still, it gave him enough, at least, to catch what was getting closer. What he should do about it... well, mess around a little, of course. Where precisely they were, or where his aim would take the harmless little orb of water, he wasn't certain... but paying no real mind to that, the keaton idly let out a small hum, before shifting the little, not fully formed orb of water over his paw and flicking it back. A short ways up to the air, then back down with a predictably small splash wherever it may land; like enough a bit off to the side. Nobody really said his aim was very good besides.

With that little 'task' done, he shifted himself a little to let one dark blue eye calmly drift over the area behind him, looking around for any sight of... well, probably not a monster, he was certain, but someone he was certain was around there.

Phoebe

Ah... there. For a moment, the keaton's large ears twitched, catching some sort of sound; though he couldn't quite make it out, it still told him just what he wanted to know. Yet... well, he supposed whoever it happened to be, they weren't so bad at hiding from sight. To which, a slight, thoughtful hum escaped the fox-like creature... only for his ears, before long, to flick up in slight alert at the snap, the keaton himself shifting slightly, though it appeared there was nothing coming.

Perhaps it was... something like that, hm? A device he wasn't intimately familiar with, he could admit, but had loosely come across.

"My... now was that an image you just took of me, perhaps?" Revyn asked, a smirk curling up at the edges of his lips as his eyes fixed on the position Phoebe was hiding. Though he couldn't very well make her out, the last sound had been heard more than clear enough for him to know exactly where to look. "I'll not claim that I'd object to it, but you might've at least warned me first, or let me get a bit of the dust and things out of my fur, so you could've caught my good side, hm?" he suggested with a little chuckle. And, as though at least a little self-conscious about it, followed by doing some of just that, a front paw reaching up to idly brush out a bit of leaf fragments from up near an ear.

"That aside, though... I do believe it would be easier for the both of us if you came out and introduced yourself. My little practice, as it were, can wait for now, as you have me at least a little curious."

Phoebe

Hm... a Hylian woman, then, was it? He could at least give her credit for not leaving him waiting -- or indeed, still acting as though they could hide -- and easily admitting to their little action. Not that the device she still plainly held made it any secret, of course, but that much made little difference to him.

Yet she was also, it appeared, rather fidgety. Though perhaps he might have preferred that to being overly confident, like some he'd met in the past could be...

"Mm? Oh, but I am a 'monster'; I'll not deny that, nor that the word is merely something of a technicality," he idly replied, at least to that particular point. For all it seemed, the word didn't even mean anything to him, really; he simply was what he was, and someone could think of that whatever they wanted. "But you can call me Revyn. A... well, given that you said it, I suppose you already know, hm?" he introduced himself with a little chuckle, that smirk still lingering at the edges of his lips. And her next question... well, who knew, perhaps this Phoebe would have some sort of insight, were she any sort of magic user herself, as many seemed to be.

"As to what I was practicing, well... I wonder," he hummed, once more raising a paw only to start drawing some water to it, if still in a somewhat... uneven shape.

Phoebe

Well, she was right about that much; though, certainly, he didn't exactly have any other means to splash someone with more than a tiny bit of water, with how small his paws were. To her next point, though, Revyn's ears could hardly help but flick up, another small smirk flashing at the edges of his lips. He'd hoped, and he'd yet seen no signs of other keatons, but hearing it so directly stated only served to confirm it further in his head. He was the only one; he could create whatever legacy he wanted.

"Mm? What, this little thing?" the keaton hummed, glancing down momentarily to the scroll that he'd taken. And even paid for, even if the shopkeeper might not have been aware of it. "Not at all. It was properly paid for, I can assure you," he offered, putting on a little grin. One, perhaps, akin to someone that wasn't totally honest about his words or intents... but he wasn't really lying. Though, even on such a note, that grin curled up into something of a smirk, his head tilting slightly in curiosity.

"But... would this perhaps be related to whatever you've heard about keatons? While certainly I do have my... habits, shall we say, I'd dare say I'm quite contrary to anything you might have heard in tales and stories. Or maybe not... but that would be up for you to decide, my dear... now what did I hear it called? 'MRC', shall I presume? The rather curious folks going around getting closer to monsters?" he asked.

"But, rather than rattling on... I suppose I might well ask what you have heard, hm?"

Phoebe

Ah, but of course; he knew about a good many things, after all, though not as much as he wanted to. Yet. But such a thing could be resolved in time; for now, he could only take what bits of info he could find wherever he went.

"Shrines, hm? Well, now that's been a while, hasn't it..." Revyn mused, a slight smirk tugging at his lips. It wasn't a bad idea, he could certainly admit... perhaps he'd have to start something like that. Though maybe with something a bit... sweeter as offering, for his tastes.

"I wonder, then, what I should tell, hmm. That each tail is different, perhaps, and one would have to beware touching the one with bad luck. Or... that daring to come across one may lose you something of importance to you... or you might find something new left behind that may be of interest, depending on the keaton's favor. I confess, though, I'm not of a mind to recreate what people once called 'keaton holes'," he suggested with a little chuckle. At least he wasn't... fully lying about all of it. He had his habits, and rumors spread better when there appeared to be a grain of truth to them... though were he to actually be honest, the tails, at least, were nothing really special.

"Then again, there are of course some that simply consider us inconsequential little liars... but well, that's no fun, is it? After all, every monster has their own little things one could consider 'special' about them," he mused, before slowly spreading his trio of tails behind him... if just for his own little reasons.

"But... information isn't 'free', now is it? And seeing that I'm still somewhat new to this land of Hyrule... well, for the moment, I suppose I'm curious about you. What is your interest in monsters, then, to draw you to such an organization?" he curiously asked, his head tilting slightly to the side.

Phoebe

Ah... dragons, hm? They were not, he could confess, something he had much... experience with. Or, well, any, really. Regardless, Revy could hardly help but chuckle lightly in the face of Phoebe's very, very plain excitement. A hylian with dreams of something far greater than herself, hmm... he certainly couldn't begrudge her that.

Not especially as a creature as small as he was, with really quite the unique legacy behind him.

"Me, hmm? Well, you're certainly right about me having lived quite a while now; no doubt a good bit longer than anyone you may yet meet around this land of Hyrule," he offered with a slight grin, before a small, thoughtful hum escaped him, his eyes wandering skyward.

"The 'greatest of beasts', I suppose many may yet call them, then. Well... I'll not deny that I've made a fair few mistakes and bad decisions through my lifetime, but those are not something little old me would dare to cross. Saying that, though... I'm afraid I've not had the pleasure of formally meeting any. Seeing them, though, yes, if just a few times," he mused. Well, but he'd never really been of a mind to go near creatures much bigger than him if he could help it... least of all that much bigger.

"Whether they yet live, though... well, if a clever little creature like myself can last as long as I have, great beasts like those must have even less trouble surviving as long as they like, don't you think?" he suggested, that little grin remaining on his features. "In places where other monsters may not tread, in solitary places nobody often treads... well, perhaps those are simply my own habits, but those would be the first places to look," he mused, before his grin spread slightly further.

"Shall I be of assistance, then? They're not much a concern of mine, really... but I do rather like to know anything and everything I possibly can, and knowing if any of those around would be quite a good deal for me. Well, not for free, of course; more information would be my own ideal price. Such as how to deal with this annoying thing that isn't quite cooperating with me," he suggested, exhaling an annoyed little sound as he glanced briefly back down to the scroll at his feet.

Phoebe