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Characters: Fi

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Setting: Room 2-13 and just about everywhere else
Format: Prose or bracket spam, I'll do both
Summary: Fi arrives, wakes up and explores
Warnings: None?

Sleep paralysis was nothing strange for Fi, who had entered into what she thought would be a permanent sleep within the Master Sword. Obviously, within the sword, Fi had no ways of moving or even know what went on outside the sword, how many years had passed or if anyone had been chosen to wield the blade again. So when she felt her body relax, felt a pillow beneath her head and felt a soft bed it was needless to say that the spirit was a bit confused.

Fi floated off the bed and looked around the room, completely devoid of life but for herself. The note caught her attention first and rather than untangle her arms, she used magic to raise the note to read it.

'Your world has been destroyed. I saved you. Let's all be happy here.

"Improbable. The death of Demise would not have let any openings for the land to be destroyed." But there was a small, wriggling doubt in her mind of course. She obviously couldn't know for sure since her consciousness had faded into the Master Sword. She couldn't know.

The trunk at the foot of her bed went largely ignored until she started to float out the door. There was something there. Something she needed. Opening it revealed the blade that her Master had tempered in Din's, Farore's and Nayru's fires, the blade that had finally killed Demise. Carrying it would be pointless but Fi had at least a small command of magic, forcing it to vanish. Gone, for now, but easily summoned. And then out the door she went.

She explored everywhere possible, looking for familiar faces. After all, why save her and not actual living people? Someone from the surface or Skyloft had to be here. Even if it was just one person, like the Knight Academy's headmaster. As large as this tower was, she was sure that once she was on the same floor as someone she knew, she'd be able to sense them.

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That was different. A machine seemingly capable of not only speech, but interaction and questioning. Time was not spent considering the oddities of it. It asked and he would answer.

"Afraid not machine. My answers would do little good."

His voice was gravelly and low in response. Deemed no longer a threat, his hand shied away from his machine pistol and lowered to his side.

"Not a place I know. Doesn't seem to be a place you know either."

Machine? Yes, she held similarities to the Ancient Robots and even spoke like them but she wasn't technically a machine. Was she? Not that it mattered, although she'd prefer her actual name be used.

"My designation is Fi, not 'machine'." A gentle correction. Or rather, as gentle as Fi was capable of being. Emotions were something relatively new to her and something she'd only begun to feel a short while before the end of her journey with Link.

"All that I am capable of confirming is that this is neither Skyloft nor the Surface." And she had been left on the Surface, in a pedestal inside the Temple of Hylia.

Neither location were known by him, his head slowly shaking to communicate that notion. Mentally he took note of how the machine, or Fi, corrected him on its name. Much like that courier's machine companion, this one seem to acknowledge its existence and even its name.

"Been all over the wasteland. Never heard of either." He had trekked much of the lands in the west far as Nevada and her neighboring states and not once had he heard of a settlement known as Skyloft or Surface. The letters come back to mind and their message of worlds ending.

"Been across all the bull's territory. You speak of places inside the republic's lines then. Places of the bear." Machines were not a common pieces in the armies of Legion as Caesar held distaste for them and what they represented.

"I am not familiar with the wasteland nor this 'republic'. There is only a 19% chance that the two of us are speaking of the same locations." That's concerning. Very much so. Especially because she has an entire map of the Surface saved in her memory.

"Perhaps you are more familiar with the names on the Surface: Lanayru Desert, Faron Woods or the Eldin Volcano." She's a bit more hopeful for this than she appears. And her face still betrays nothing.

Ulysses had no percentages to give, only a strong gut feeling that those letters held some for of truth or another. Home was far away, the air too crisp and without radiation warming it. Towns have a way of sticking with a courier even long after letters are delivered giving him a hard map of the western world. His western world.

"Know of Mojave desert. Not any of those." Expression are all but stone for him. Emotions had been wrung dry out of him, all but rage for the longest time. Now he was without, a man beaten while trying his earnest to start again.

"Woods were near, not Faron. Mutants had a place there." To which he doubted a machine such as Fi would be found or liked among the Nightkin.

"To my knowledge, no mutants resided in the Faron Woods. It was primarily inhabited by the Kikwi, Faron and the Parella." This is likely not at all helping but it can mostly be attributed to a habit of Fi's, there she provides as much information at necessary. And she doesn't exactly know what a mutant is, them not quite being possible in her time.

Unless you counted dragons. Nobody ever counted dragons though. Mostly because nobody believed in dragons or just didn't paid any heed to the possibility that they existed. Same as the people of Skyloft never really thought about the Surface.

"Names I've never heard." Did not sound as names of clans or gangs leaving him with more evidence that he was far from his place of rest. Information was not passed, that was a valuable source that many had let rot or go at his home.

"That leaves us from different places." More than countries, more than worlds possibly. The notion was not too difficult to follow or come to terms with. Stranger things had happened and the workings of the Big Empty had shown that.

"Have you woken recently?"

"Quite different, yes." Fi estimated at least a 78% chance of them being from different worlds. The Old Ones' created Hyrule after all, there had to be others. Fi would never have the chance to find out for sure, back home.

"I have, yes. In fact, it was shortly before meeting you that I awoke. The experience has, admittedly, left me confused."

A reasonable reaction, but not one a machine made making his inner dispute over what stood before him lean more toward living and strikingly human like. It alarmed Ulysses, but his overall physical expression did not change either way. He was a stone much like it was.

"Was far from people. Place no one would want to step into." The Divide by name alone was reason enough to turn people away. Somehow he had been taken and from a world no longer there.

"Leaves too many questions. Not enough answers in those letters. If those are answers."

"I have significant doubts in what was written in those letters. My Master defeated the threat against the Surface, leaving no one else capable to destroy our world." Of course, that all depended on how many years she had been asleep and if anyone stronger than Demise had appeared. Unlikely but still possible.

"Should I learn anything of importance, I would be glad to share that information with you." Manners, Fi... sort of has them. Truthfully, it's more sensible to share information in a situation like this.