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Characters: Master Shortpants and you!
Setting: Room 3-16, Floor Four
Format: I'm using prose, but you can use whatever.
Summary: Link wakes up, and proceeds to quietly commence his life in the Tower.
Warnings: none at the moment.

No matter how hard he tries, he can't convince himself that this is a dream.

It started off like one: lying in bed, unable to move. That was where the dream-like feeling ended. Everything that came after--the collar around his neck and the strange clothes on his body--felt too real to be a dream.

But the letter...

He sits in one of the chairs in the fourth floor lounge, dressed in his civilian clothes. (He's spent the past several days in his knight uniform, traversing forests, lakes, volcanoes and deserts. He was given the option to wear something lighter and more comfortable. He took it.)

He's staring at a long piece of white cloth in his hands. If it weren't for the way that cloth felt, if it weren't for the way that cloth still smelt--a smell he could never recreate in his dreams...

He'd have a much easier time believing this was all his imagination.

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Romeo was just passing through the fourth floor but he smiled when he saw the man sitting there, he stopped and went over to look at what he had in his hands. "Hello mister Link!"

Mr. Link's head snaps up to look at...some kid he's never seen before. His expression is appropriately confused.

"...hi."

"What's that?" Romeo looked at the cloth again, "Did you make it?" He hadn't noticed the confusion on Link's face yet.

"Um... Who are you?"

He's drawing the Sailcloth closer to him all the while.

Romeo's eyes widened a little and he skittered back out of reach. "Sorry sir! I didn't know you were a new mister Link!"

He was almost certain that all Link's were nice people but he still was taking no risks. "I'm Romeo sir!"

"Oh. Hi, Romeo."

This Mr. Link is usually so good with kids that he causes cavities; but right now, he's not in the mood.

"Did you just wake up sir?" Romeo had been here more than a year now but he still remembered how scary waking up here had been. "Have you seen the other mister Link's yet? Or miss Zelda?"

"Zelda?"

Yes he literally did ignore the other part about "other Links" and homed right on in to Zelda.

Romeo nodded, "I don't know what room she lives in, but if you ask on the network I am sure someone will know where she is!"

Link folds the sailcloth and tucks it inside his sleeve, jumping to his feet. "Where's this network?"

"On the computers! I'll show you sir if you want! Do they have computers in your world?" He was already leading the way to the nearest computer station.

He shakes his head, expression as serious as before.

(He shakes his head because he has not yet learned that robots are kind of like computers but ~le handwave.)

Romeo came from a world without computers as well, so he stopped at the booth and pointed. "This is a computer, its a box which isn't magic but is technology. I can show you how to work it if you like sir!"

"Yes, please."

"Okay sir, well you press this button..." Romeo took Link through the basics of turning the network on, "People write things here and you can answer them, or you can write your own message by pressing this button. If you press this one then you can talk through it and this one means it makes a video which is like a painting but it moves and talks."

Ghirahim does so love for everything about herself to be in just the right place. The diamond tattoo on her cheek. Her split-side skirt hanging in just the right way. Her long white hair braided just so. Why, if she had access to an unlimited number of dresses, she'd probably spend hours trying them on.

And oh, the ideas she has in mind if her dear twin returns...

There's so much about her that if not for the strangeness of her eyes and her gray skin, one might mistake for any human girl enamored with good clothing and good company. But there is one tiny detail that anyone in close proximity to her would find offputting. Disturbing. Even horrific.

The smell of blood.

It excites her. Fresh, red, and so easily obtained. Being what she is, she doesn't entirely know the meaning of erotic, but it's a perfume that she adores.

A perfume that Link would catch a good whiff of as she slinks up behind him.

Ghirahim chuckles and lays her long, slender fingers on Link's shoulders.

"Ah, here you are..."

What would most likely have been good for Link at the moment, would probably have been a comforting presence. Someone to make him feel better, to tell him his Zelda could pop up in the tower, tell him there was still hope. What would very probably have been bad though, was Demise's Reincarnation. Someone to make his life even worse and laugh at his misery. Someone who would take advantage of his sorry state.

Alas! Unfortunately, today Link was meant to get the later today. In the lounge, Ganondorf passed by and saw him- Link could probably feel a very familiar presence in the Gerudo, very similar to the Imprisoned/Demise.

Pathetic. He had met this Link before- He was by far an annoyance and the most clueless of all heroes around. When he passed by Link, he smirked and chuckled. Feeling down today Link? Well too bad.

[ ooc: well THIS was a pleasant thing to wake up to XD ]

The presence is enough to draw his attention away from the Sailcloth for a moment. But he doesn't recognize this man, and if all he's going to do is smirk and chuckle like that creepy little henchman of Demise...

He'll glare back, but that's all he's willing to do. At the moment.

((OOC: Sorry for the slow! But my slowatus should be over, for now.))

Ganondorf paused and glared at the Link stopping in his track before he could leave the room.

"You seem different from last time, boy."

After all last time they met, Ganondorf had fooled an incarnation of this very Link into saving those taken prisoners by the administrators. Needless to say this rescue attempt had been nothing but a decoy while he attacked the control room.

[ ooc: no worries! ]

"...have we met before?"

Ganondorf paused. He knew this Link was often seen as the dumbest of them all (in Ganondorf's opinion they each were equally stupid in spite of their remarkable qualities), but how...?

"Of course we did."

He chuckled.

"Did you forget?"

Link folds the Sailcloth, tucking it back inside his sleeve as he regards Ganondorf with a cold, cynical expression. He has a feeling this guy's messing with him, and if that's the case he'd like to make it clear that he has a very low tolerance for such games.

Ganondorf just... can't believe how clueless and just overall annoying Link is. He sighs and shakes his head.

"I can't believe my past incarnation lost to such a pathetic hero..."

Link has no idea what he's talking about. Maybe later he'd care; but now it seems he's suffering from a record-breaking fuck deficit.

He remains silent. Past experience has told him that people like this man have nothing substantial to say and seem to enjoy wasting time on empty taunts. In the end, they'd either go away or challenge him to a fight.

...honestly, he kind of prefers it when they choose to fight him. It means their time isn't completely wasted, even if it delays both parties from reaching their goals.

Be glad Link, he's going to pick neither of these two option. Nope, instead he's going for the third option he's used on every single of the Links he's met so far. So of course he leaves the room, quietly and slow--

But once he's out the exit to the room gets closed by walls of flames. First bad news. Second bad new, two massive Darknut appears in the room. They appear bigger than your average darknut and covered with blood.

Third bad news? They aim to attack Link.

The good news is that Darknuts tend to move slow enough to let Link stare at them with a look of great irritation on his face, as if they were a couple of heavily armored kids stomping all over his freshly mowed lawn.

The bad news is that he's not armed, but that's a rather minor point considering they're in a wide lobby full of people, some of who do look armed. So after he's overcome his initial bout of irritation, he jumps to his feet and proceeds to grab the attention of one of those people.

(It shouldn't be that hard to alert them to danger considering the whole room's kind of on fire.)

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