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

[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.)]

[pervertflea]

...

[Issun's quiet the whole way, but when Link finally sits down to eat, he hops back off from his perch, standing on the table and staring up at him. Link probably can't see the look on his face - Poncles are too small for that, sadly - but it's curious with just a touch of seriousness.]

What's eatin' at you, kid?

[childhero]

What're you talking about?

[pervertflea]

Something's eating at you! Don't think you can hide stuff from a guy like me, okay?

[He sits then, crossing his arms and continuing to give Link that look.]

I know we just met'n all, but if I'm gonna pal around with you, you gotta know you can tell me anything, okay?
I'm good with confidential stuff - I used to play translator for the gods!

Besides - it annoys me when people think they can't be frank with me!

[childhero]

[Link considers lying again. It's instinct. (And he doesn't want to really think about it.) But... In the end, he sighs.]

It's not that I think I can't be honest. It's just... really personal. I think that makes it okay not to tell.

[pervertflea]

[He dips his head at that, the brim of his hat hiding his expression from the kid (not that he can probably see it, anyway), but after a second of silence, he nods, standing back up.]

That's alright with me then, kid! Ya gotta keep your secrets sometimes, and if it hurts, sometimes its best to keep it to yourself!

But I want ya to know that, I like you, sprout! You gotta good head on those little shoulders of yours.
So if you need any help from someone like the Great Issun, don't be afraid to say so, got it?

[childhero]

[Link tries his best to smile.]

Okay. Got it.

[He's just. going to eat now and recover, okok.]