William
With the sun still in the sky at the time they got their orders, it was logical for Shade to take the form of the golden wolf to walk alongside Fierce. 

It was a job. A quest that needed to be completed. And a group to meet up with. Fighting with a group was something it became used to in its second life— there were a few times when protecting Hyrule Castle was necessary from the occasional monster hoard that roamed through and settled outside the walls. Normally, they would simply pull the drawbridge. But if they stayed and camped out there... Well, trade still needed to occur, so they were stamped out fairly easily. 

But as the sun fell beneath the trees and mountains in the distance, and the pair of heroes circled around where this era's Hyrule Castle once was embedded in the earth, Shade changed back to his Stalfos frame. Shoulders rolled popped. He... Still felt a bit damp, despite knowing he was no longer full of river water (or fish). 

Hopefully, there was already someone here in the spot that the Hero of the Wild had indicated within the parchment. If not, and they were the first here, he supposed that continued conversation with Fierce or Clock (there was a difference, at least between who spoke) could not truly be harmful.
June
The walk had not been troublesome.

In fact, in some ways the company made it more bearable. Though they'd attempted to prod, answers given from within proved difficult to come by. They could be ever so quiet when they chose to be, and though they had slowly taken to speaking more often- well. It was a slope. Some things were easier to speak of than others they imagine, and though they could easily find it- they don't. They've chosen to wait.

It'll be said of their own volition eventually. They don't have much a choice in the matter.

They allow their attention to wander and shift instead. Pale eyes turn to the grounds where the castle had once been, taking in the sight with some curiosity, before shifting to the waters. Murky and dark as had become the usual. This Dark World truly had infected every bit it could reach, with nightmare infected waters and creatures of revolting appearance and trait. ReDead, Dead Hand, it was almost curious how much was familiar to them. Suppose they just had the strangest to offer.

"Shouldn't be long till others arrive. I imagine they will want this debrief done swiftly," Came the monotonous tone, as they step by the water with a careful gaze "So that the issue being dealt with can come equally swift".
Simon
As silently as a predator, he emerged, stopping a few feet away from the two who had already arrived. If their appearance alarmed him, he did show it.

The Sheikah looked... A little rough. His robe was tattered, and his long hair had been thrown up into a hasty bun, as if he hadn't quite mastered how to tie it up properly.

He tilted his head, studying the two silently for several moments, sizing them up with the stillness of a large predator. 

Red eyes fell on the Stalfos, and his hand crept to the hilt of his odachi, though he made no move to draw it. He was thinking. Considering.

"...The shade," He said, at last. 

His gaze flicked to the deity, and his eyes narrowed. He remembered them. He didn't like them. 

"And you."
Al
**"That's strange... I don't remember giving you that power, yet it feels like something that's always been there."**

Light could tell from the inflection of the voice in his head that Nayru was confused as he traveled through the grassy plains of this new Hyrule. The upgrade to Fi from that enchanter (Alore was their name, if he remembered correctly) had supplied him with extra magical ability, one that was, at the current moment, sorely needed. **"The power to seal... It is not as potent as it has been in Wisdom's other bearers, yet it's prevalent. I expect you to use this responsibly, Chosen."** She remarked idly, the calm voice in his head giving way to the comfortable silence of his own thoughts.

Well. As comfortable as it could be with the notion of perilous doom lurking beneath the water below. The rustling of the Book of Koridai in his bag explained everything that Light needed to know. There was a Dark World entrance lurking nearby, and it's King was eager to get back (even if he couldn't escape the magically bound book on his own. The chains were sealed by the powerful magic of a sorceress from Hytopia). The poor pig wouldn't be escaping anytime soon.

A gentle whistle was the first sign of his arrival, a lofty tune on the wind he had heard while traveling across this new world. A large avian creature with a foreign instrument he had played with one night at a stable. The sound was followed by the glistening of the newly forged blade in his hand, the sun catching the tip and reflecting off of the weapon giving the deep blue hue of the sword an array of color that seemed to display the night sky. There was a gentle adjustment to the strap of a bag looped around his shoulder as the icy blue tunic of the Hero of Light made itself known.

A gentle wave was his response to the group that had arrived before himself, followed by a calm yet icy tone. "Apologies for the wait. Got caught up in a fight on my way to our meeting spot." The Hero of Light grinned.

"This is everyone in our group, then?" He was quick to ask next head tilting to the side ever so slightly as he sheathed the Crystal-like blade into its scabbard. "Should make for an interesting time."
William
The words of Fierce were noted, a head nod being the only thing that was given. In times like these, it helped to stay silent. 

There was a lot to consider. Strategy between four people, three of those who shared the same name and one who did not, was not unheard of. But the idea of fighting alongside others had been an unknown for quite some time. In his days as a knight, it was more common. Groups of two guards or more could be found scattered around the castle grounds, and it was no different for the rest of Castle Town. Even then, it is with some pride that he can say he usually handled most of their issues himself. 

But this was a different thing entirely...

Shade turns its head to the first who arrives along with itself and Fierce. Someone who went by "Friend", as it were. True to form, the person immediately reached for a weapon upon seeing its form. This didn't strike it as unusual

What did, however, was the look at he gave Fierce. 

There was no time to comment (even if he wanted to). Soon after, a whistle filled its... Hearing. His head turns to the Hero of Light. *This is the time to size everyone up. Everyone will be doing so, I suppose the exception being myself and Fierce. And even then... Perhaps there is much to the both of us that would require it.*

"... This is everyone that was listed. I assume this one to be Friend. I am Shade. And they are Fierce. You, are the Hero of Light and Dark. Now. What is our outline? What do we need to go over in order to succeed?"
June
Fierce offers only the raise of a hand in something akin to a wave at their name, before shifting to cross his arms in wait.

The look that "Friend" Gave them was to be expected. Their first impression had not been something most would consider to have "Gone well", and for that matter it should have never happened. Their own error to even be found so quickly by their own enemy. Their enemies company, whom would now serve as *Their* Company as well.

Hopefully, they can avoid any resulting issues. The venture into the Dark World does not need more issues than already exist. 

He keeps quiet. There's nothing he feels the need to add, Shade has already covered it. What they need to know, rather. Outline, everything that must be went over, in order to have a successful venture in and out. So that this issue can finally be put to rest, and the waters can be cleared.

Should one issue follow another, at least they won't have *Two* Clogging the mind. They can handle Majora when Majora needs handling, they have in the past and will in whatever future is held. Nothing more and less. Center on what is most important at the time, just as always.
Simon
Upon the arrival of the Hero of Light and Dark, the Sheikah's brow furrowed in confusion. He looked like... Legend. Albeit with pink hair. He didn't quite understand the 'timeline' thing going on... He was still trying to find himself before he figured anything else out. Though his mind had cleared more, and he'd regained some memories, he was still struggling to truly remember who he was. What he was.

It left little interest in trying to understand other complicated matters. 

"...Until my name is known to me. Yes."

Red eyes settled on Light, neither hostile or friendly. Simply neutral. He nodded, indicating for the other to go and speak.

He may know the Dark World very well, but he did not know the nightmares. He was content to listen and wait for the one who *Did* To outline their plan.