1st Constellation

[pervertflea]

Characters: Issun and ALL OF YOU!
Setting: Room 3-04, the cafeteria, then... you know, everywhere else.
Format: Action please?;
Summary: Issun wakes up etc. etc. etc. aka I am having too much fun to not intro him right now
Warnings: He's a perverted bug what do you expect - also, possible spoilers for Okami!

[Room 3-04]

Ah! C'mon, you stupid box! Open up, will ya!?

[Those passin' by his room - or if you're a very unlucky duck - may notice something off about one of the trunks in there. It's rattlin' around, like something's caught - seems Issun managed to get it open once, but can't do it a second time, and he's already inside.]

Hey! Anyone! Can anyone hear me!? I need a little help, here!

[He'll keep yelling 'till he's heard, too. Sorry.]

[Cafeteria]

[Welp. He's probably heard about the nasty ass oatmeal by now - so if you're in there for something to eat, you might notice... a bowl of the stuff, floating about half an inch off the ground.
Course, if you're smart, you'll know it's not floating on its own or anything - Issun's just a pretty strong Poncle is all!
But he is having trouble seeing where he's going... Feel free to help him, y'know. Not run into tables and chairs or anything.]

[everywhere else!!]

[The extra part!! If you want your character to notice the little guy bouncing about the tower somewhere else, be my guest! He's probably searching for a way out, or at the very least, a few familiar faces.]

Comments

... mm is so cute. how is he so cute.

[pervertflea]

Who're you callin' an "it"??

[He tosses the bowl upwards, revealing himself for a second or two, until he catches the dish again. Just so he can show that there's someone under it.]

You gotta look under stuff sometimes, kid! Not everyone's gonna be your height!

[How selfish, assuming that he's not a person. >8(]

swag

[childhero]

Oh! [Oh okay. He gets it.]

Sorry. I couldn't see you. [Link is gonna try and tilt his head... to see you better... it's almost to the floor... nope this is hard.] It's kind of hard to look under the bowl without bothering you, though.

[pervertflea]

Well, help me find a table, then! It's hard seein' out from under this thing, and I'm not eatin' on the floor!

[Eating in the grass is different; that's luxury! But in a room full of tables and chairs? Yeah, he's not eating on the floor.]

[childhero]

[Well, then. Link will wordlessly scoop down and gently pick up the bowl with one hand, and then offer his other for Issun to hop on.]

[pervertflea]

...

[Yeah, okay, why not. He hops onto Link's palm, bouncing in place a bit like usual.]

You're a pretty helpful kid, aren't ya? What's your name?

[childhero]

I'm Link.

[No reply to the "helpful" comment. He's pretty used to hearing that.

doo doo doo, carrying Issun and his bowl over to a table and setting them both down... on the table, Link supposes. He wonders if Issun needs a tiny spoon.]

[pervertflea]

[Nah. He's just going to eat it oat by oat; they're about the size of his palm, after all.]

The name's Issun; Wandering Artist and Celestial Envoy!

Link's kind of an odd name, though! Never heard one like it, before.
Where're you from?

[childhero]

[... that's going to take you forever.]

It's nice to meet you, Issun.

I'm from a land known as Hyrule.

[... a pause.] You'll hear my name a lot more around here. There are three others who share it. One of them is my ancestor, and the other is... family anyway. And the other one... is... complicated.

[pervertflea]

[He is determined.]

So it's a family name?

[Shrug!]

Got anything else I can call ya?

[childhero]

Something like that, yeah.

[Link nods.] We've picked out nicknames to make it easier for everyone... I'm "Forest."

[pervertflea]

Forest! It suits ya, from the looks of it. You even give off that kinda naturey vibe, too - wherever you came from's got some strong magic, kid!

[He's a Poncle, bro. He can sense this stuff.]

[childhero]

Our nicknames are based off of where we're from --

Magic? [Well... It's true, but still.] How can you tell?

[pervertflea]

My people are good with that kinda stuff. Don't mind it, kid!

[He's old okay, he's allowed to have secrets.]

But hey; if you're from the forest, that means you're good with your hands, right? Ever worked with wood before?

[childhero]

Well, yeah.

[pervertflea]

Think you can help me out with a problem, then?

[Munch munch!]

Y'see, the beds they gave us are way too big! For me, at least!
But they gave us these nice little chests, and it's just big enough to be a place to stay!

'Sides, I can't even get into it without help; so I don't see how havin' a door in the side could hurt things.

[childhero]

[A door... hmmm.]

Well, if I had some tools -- even if they're just simple ones -- I should be able to put something simple together.

[pervertflea]

Great!

[He's had his fill, anyway; he's not used to eating much, and a handful of oats are enough for such a little guy.

Issun hops off the side of the bowl, then; bouncing onto his shoulder.]

Know where we can get ahold of some tools?

[childhero]

[... huh. That was fairly fast.]

Yeah. Floor fifteen is a workshop. [His response is automatic.]

[pervertflea]

Then whaddaya waiting for? Let's go!

Leap first!

[Think later!
But he hops up and settles on Link's head; nestled between his hat and his hair. He's starting to like the kid.]

1/?

[childhero]

[...]

2/?

[childhero]

3/4?

[childhero]

[Quietly, slowly, deliberately, Link takes off his hat and sets it on the table.]

4/4

[childhero]

[And then he smiles.]

I haven't had my breakfast yet.

[pervertflea]

[... That was a weird reaction; you can't hide stuff from Issun. But hey.]

Then get to eatin', sheesh!
I've got places to be, things to do!

[He's entirely being playful, of course; like I said, this kid is really starting to warm up to Issun.
But he's still staying on Link's head, bouncing idly.]

[childhero]

[Link really, really wish he wouldn't. It makes something clench his heart and not let go.

... not that he'll say anything. Not like he ever does.

Still, his limbs feel like they're filled with lead as he moves to get his breakfast -- fruit and some bread and juice. (This is something he wants to come back to. It's a small comfort, at least.)]