{01} Intro

[errandwings]

Characters: Aphrodi and whoever he bumps into!
Setting: Room 1-18 for most of the morning, everywhere else in the afternoon
Format: Action, but I can match!
Summary: enter obligatory confused!introduction! And perhaps a little bit of sulking around since he doesn't want to be here.
Warnings: teeny reference to death, possibly language and um, that's it for now. Will update if needed!

[Room 1-18]

[ The first thought that pops into Aphrodi's head when he wakes up and finds he can't move is that, damn, he's dead again. The fact that he even had to wake up in the first place was a huge giveaway to something weird having happened but once the sleep paralysis passes, things stop making sense.

He can get up. So he's... still kind of alive. Okay, that's always a good thing. Aphrodi tugs at his collar a few times to try and get it off but it refuses to budge. That's not so okay. It's not the kind of thing he usually wears, and plus its implications are rather scary to think about (being owned by something is certainly not what he planned to do in his remaining days on Earth. Or not Earth, it seems). And then he sees the notes, which makes things even more not-okay, and then he starts to panic a little.

So, fellow dwellers of Room 1-18, you have yourselves +1 roommate (still in the clothes he woke up in) currently obsessively brushing his hair, generally being jittery and pacing the room and some feathers scattered about. He tried to pick them up at first and put them on a pile on his bed but gave up. ]

[Everywhere Else]

[ Aphrodi managed to calm himself down by the time the afternoon rolled around and finally got himself dressed into something more casual -- although the collar is still annoying and wouldn't come off, so it's covered with a scarf that only kind of matches the outfit. He's stomping around and trying to memorise every single room and corridor that he comes across.

Not to mention he's kicking a soccer ball around because he finds that dribbling it helps keep him grounded when he's in a situation where he has no idea what else to do; what better than to keep on doing what's familiar? He'd already thanked whatever gods (and himself, of course) brought his soccer ball along with the rest of his stuff.

...He's not being too observant, so if he does bump into someone or kick the ball at them a little too hard, it's completely on accident. ]

Comments

[cantstopme]

No no - I'm a Hero, I have to fight for myself! So it's okay!
Look -

[He scrambles off of Aphrodi's lap then, to pick up the Master Sword that was laying under his sheets at that moment, before hopping up onto his bed.]

I know how to fight, and I can fight any nasty thing that bothers my friends and me!
But if you're a good fighter, that's okay too.

[errandwings]

[ Woah are you sure you should be playing with that sword--

Although it's pretty obviously his, since it came from his bed and all.

Aphrodi stands corrected. But it won't make him fret over Sea anymore than he would have. ]

That's a pretty impressive sword you have there. [ Real and pointy and probably really ouchie. ]

You have Brothers? [ ...more people to shepard into his own brand of protection. ]

[cantstopme]

[And he sheathes it easily, like he's done many times before - but that question gets a headtilt from him.]

... Sort of! They're not really my brothers though, just really close friends.
Some of them are Heroes, like me! And some of them... not as much.

But we're not really related.

[errandwings]

[ The easy movement makes Aphrodi narrow his eyes slightly because, well actually, Sea could legitimately be a good fighter. ]

I see. It's close enough though, right? [ Aphrodi smiles and rests his head in his hands. ] You don't need to be related by blood to be brothers.

[cantstopme]

... I guess so.

[Not being part of the Hero's bloodline still bothers him, though. All of the other Links are related, but he...]

Do you have any brothers, Mister Aphrodi?

[errandwings]

No, I don't. [ He doesn't like this line of conversation anymore. TOPIC CHANGE TIME~ ]

Say, what do you do here for fun?

[cantstopme]

Oh, well...

There's not a lot to do, right now. Something's wrong with this place right now, otherwise there'd be better power and more people around.
But sometimes I go swimming, or I look at the fish in the aquarium!
And I really like to draw! The workshop place has a lot of paper and things to color with!

[He can draw Aphrodi if he wants!!]

[errandwings]

[ Ignoring the "something's wrong" and the rather drab decor, it sounds pretty fun actually. ]

Really? It sounds pretty big. [ ...He's surprisingly innocent amongst all this, especially after what he said earlier. ]

I'm sure you draw well. Do you have any of the drawings up here?

[cantstopme]

Mhm!

[And he hops off the bed again, running over to his trunk and throwing it open to rifle through it.
He pulls out a stack of paper and a box of well worn crayons, toddling over to Aphrodi's bed and climbing onto it with a grin!]

I've got some pictures in here, and if you want, we can draw together!

[errandwings]

[ Aphrodi will take a look at the pictures -- they make him smile, okay -- and pick up a crayon himself. ]

Okay! Let's do that then.

[cantstopme]

[That gets a happy little nod from him, and he splits the blank paper amongst them both so it's fair.]

Are you good at drawing, Mister Aphrodi?

[errandwings]

Of course.

[ He's good at everything. At least, he's certainly got enough time on his hands to get good at everything. ]

Also, you should just call me Aphrodi! Mister makes me feel old. [ And he's not old yet. ]

[cantstopme]

Oh! Well, okay. Sorry, I didn't mean to make you feel old!

[He was just being polite, whoops.;;; But if that's what his friend wants!]

How old are you, anyway? You look really young!

[errandwings]

It's okay! [ He gets the politeness part. ]

I'm fourteen. How old are you?

[cantstopme]

Nine! But my grandma says I'm all grown up, so I'm really strong even though I'm young.

[Nod nod. His grandmother was a wise woman, you know.]

[errandwings]

Nine and all grown up already?

[ he's actually genuinely surprised. ]

But shouldn't you have fun while you can?

[cantstopme]

... I guess.
But I had to, you know? It's my job, since I'm the Hero of Winds!

[He pulls some paper into his lap so he can draw as he talks - looking at Aphrodi every second or so.]

As a Hero like me'n the other Links, you have to save everyone someday, and I just had to do it when I was little, you know?

[errandwings]

[ Who on earth sends out little kids to be Heroes honestly. Powers That Be are dumb. Aphrodi stabs the paper a little too hard (but not enough to make a hole) at the thought. ]

I suppose that makes sense. [ Not too happy about it, though. ]

At least now you can play all you like.

[cantstopme]

Mhm! I've got more to do whenever I get to go home, so I'm going to play as much as I can!

[Not like he's not going to play at home, though. He just... you know. Has to set up a new nation with his friend and all, no big deal.]

[errandwings]

[ ...don't tell Aphrodi that or else he'd never let him go home, even if the alternative is this tower. At least here he can keep a watch. ]

Mm! That's a good idea.

[cantstopme]

[But moooom!!]

You'll play with me of course! Right?

[errandwings]

[ No buts! ]

Of course! [ In fact, he'll hold up his finished picture for Link to see. ]

How's this?

[cantstopme]

Ah - you really are good at drawing, Aphrodi!

[He's kind of jealous --]

You even got the Hero's Clothes right!

[errandwings]

Thank you.

[ Of course he did. ]

You're pretty good too! And you've got tons of time to get better.

[cantstopme]

Well - I want to be as good as you someday!

[See that? You're a role model now, Aphrodi! Even though it's mostly drawing right now.
He draws a bit more, before perking up like he remembered something.]

Is there anything you like to do, Aphrodi? Like, hobbies and stuff?