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towerofanimus2013-03-08 08:12 pm
forhylia) wrote in towerofanimus2013-03-08 08:12 pm
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Characters: Link and whoever wishes to poke him
Setting: Room 04-04 and Floor 1, breakfast time
Format: Prose preferred, but feel free to use action/brackets
Summary: Link wakes up, completely unsurprised and unbothered that his world has ended. That's old news. Time to go eat some oatmeal and figure out where he is.
Warnings: Spoilers for the Skyward Sword prequel manga
Link was only half-surprised to be waking up. One does wake in the afterlife after death, no? But as he sat up and rubbed the sleep from his eyes, something was quite wrong. This strange suit was uncomfortable and strange looking. The room was sparse and seemed overly sterile. And how in the world did the ceiling glow? He tugged at the collar around his neck, frowning. Thankfully it wasn't restricting his breathing, but it was bothersome.
This was far from what he had pictured.
There were a few things to be inspected, though. Three other beds, all empty, as well as a nightstand with two envelops upon it. Frowning curiously, Link lifted the first one and carefully tore it open. Strange, that it did not require a seal to remain shut. There was a slight ache in his chest as he read it. Yes, he knew that his home had been destroyed. He didn't need that reminder of his failure. At least he could rest assured that his people were safe in the White Goddess's loving arms.
The second letter, however...
The further Link read, the stranger things became. All these things that were expected of him... This was where he would sleep; unexpectedly three others would be occupying the room with him. Food could be found downstairs. What was a 'network'? A postal system of some sort? Link placed the second letter on his nightstand next to the first. Perhaps he could find somebody to speak with about it.
He got out of bed, cracking the cricks out of his neck and approaching the chest that was obviously his and thankfully unlocked. He pulled it open with a grin.
"Excellent." He smiled as he pulled the Master Sword from the chest, inspecting it carefully. As expected, it had taken no damage in the battle. He pulled it partially from the scabbard, closely inspecting the triangular symbol that had appeared on the blade. He set the sword aside, pulling out his various other belongings. The ridiculous white jumpsuit was on the floor within seconds, soon to be replaced with Link's signature green tunic, hat, and boots. He contemplated putting on his mail and gloves, but chose not to. They would stay in the trunk. He was only going to eat breakfast, hopefully. Link put in his earrings, setting his gloves, sword, and armor back in the trunk and closing it. He opened his door and set out into the hallway.
Time to find out what this afterlife was all about.
Link fumbled for a moment with the elevator buttons before making his way to the first floor. The dining area was a reasonable place to look for people, and he was hungry.
He settled himself at a table with the bowl of oatmeal a worker had handed to him, taking a look around the room. There were other people milling about, chatting and eating. He dug into his oatmeal, which wasn't half bad. The food quality in Hylia had suffered significantly under the crumbling regime of the king.
Link had intentionally sat himself at one of the larger tables as if to hopefully invite company.
Setting: Room 04-04 and Floor 1, breakfast time
Format: Prose preferred, but feel free to use action/brackets
Summary: Link wakes up, completely unsurprised and unbothered that his world has ended. That's old news. Time to go eat some oatmeal and figure out where he is.
Warnings: Spoilers for the Skyward Sword prequel manga
Link was only half-surprised to be waking up. One does wake in the afterlife after death, no? But as he sat up and rubbed the sleep from his eyes, something was quite wrong. This strange suit was uncomfortable and strange looking. The room was sparse and seemed overly sterile. And how in the world did the ceiling glow? He tugged at the collar around his neck, frowning. Thankfully it wasn't restricting his breathing, but it was bothersome.
This was far from what he had pictured.
There were a few things to be inspected, though. Three other beds, all empty, as well as a nightstand with two envelops upon it. Frowning curiously, Link lifted the first one and carefully tore it open. Strange, that it did not require a seal to remain shut. There was a slight ache in his chest as he read it. Yes, he knew that his home had been destroyed. He didn't need that reminder of his failure. At least he could rest assured that his people were safe in the White Goddess's loving arms.
The second letter, however...
The further Link read, the stranger things became. All these things that were expected of him... This was where he would sleep; unexpectedly three others would be occupying the room with him. Food could be found downstairs. What was a 'network'? A postal system of some sort? Link placed the second letter on his nightstand next to the first. Perhaps he could find somebody to speak with about it.
He got out of bed, cracking the cricks out of his neck and approaching the chest that was obviously his and thankfully unlocked. He pulled it open with a grin.
"Excellent." He smiled as he pulled the Master Sword from the chest, inspecting it carefully. As expected, it had taken no damage in the battle. He pulled it partially from the scabbard, closely inspecting the triangular symbol that had appeared on the blade. He set the sword aside, pulling out his various other belongings. The ridiculous white jumpsuit was on the floor within seconds, soon to be replaced with Link's signature green tunic, hat, and boots. He contemplated putting on his mail and gloves, but chose not to. They would stay in the trunk. He was only going to eat breakfast, hopefully. Link put in his earrings, setting his gloves, sword, and armor back in the trunk and closing it. He opened his door and set out into the hallway.
Time to find out what this afterlife was all about.
Link fumbled for a moment with the elevator buttons before making his way to the first floor. The dining area was a reasonable place to look for people, and he was hungry.
He settled himself at a table with the bowl of oatmeal a worker had handed to him, taking a look around the room. There were other people milling about, chatting and eating. He dug into his oatmeal, which wasn't half bad. The food quality in Hylia had suffered significantly under the crumbling regime of the king.
Link had intentionally sat himself at one of the larger tables as if to hopefully invite company.
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It certainly wouldn't keep her from trying, though.
He doesn't seem too inclined to discuss her name further, which she's glad for. She's always had to put up with a certain degree of scrutiny, being named for a goddess - and while she's used to it, that doesn't mean she likes it. She takes advantage of the silence to scoop up a few more bites of oatmeal before she thumbs a few stray oats away from her cheek and speaks up again.
"Should I take your question about exploring to mean that you're planning on doing so at some point?"
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sorry for being so late!
"Two heads are better than one, or so they say. Perhaps we can find something useful."
No worries at all!
Yes, Link should probably take a bit of a break from the battlefield, but he also had to get himself back into shape. Being chained to a wall and malnourished for four years had thrown a wrench into his typical schedule, to say the very least. And he had his armor with him.
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"It wouldn't surprise me if that were the case." Din shrugged before continuing. "From what I've heard, the powers that be don't like to make things easy on anyone."
Which meant that perhaps some planning would be in order, but if she's being honest, she would much prefer to simply wing it and make things up as she went along. Even without Nayru's guidance, though, she knew full well that such actions would be unwise.
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"It would be interesting to find out, certainly. I beg your pardon, however- I have been... out of commission for a very long time due to circumstances beyond my control. I will need to start slow, unfortunately." Or risk being killed once again.
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Din sighed heavily - curse the Administrators for making things difficult - but she managed a small smile. "If you'd like any help getting back up to speed, I'll gladly do what I can. I can't say I'm talented with the blade, so I'd likely make a poor sparring partner, but... at the very least, I may be able to provide you with something that may be of assistance."
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"And I appreciate your offer. I will certainly keep it in mind. Though I certainly would not say that I am not able-bodied." He had put up quite the battle until the very end. He could do it again.
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"It should not take me too long." He smirked. "I have never preferred to be overly cautious when going into battle.
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"Ah, a man after my own heart," she chuckled. "Too much hesitation is just as bad for a battle as too much recklessness. There aren't enough people who understand that."
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"Yes, well... I am afraid I have been guilty of recklessness in my time."
super late reply is go
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"Tell me, how do you fight, exactly?" She was relatively small in stature, so hardly anything heavy or unwieldy. An archer perhaps?
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"Magic, mostly." She smiles thinly. "There's not much I can do with most weapons, but I have a decent range of abilities."
/pats
"A fitting ability, I would say."
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Certainly, the goddess Din was associated with fire - it was one of the more interesting abilities they seemed to share. Really, what had her parents been thinking, naming her after the goddess...
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"You are certain there is not any significance to that?" Din seems like a tricky young woman, if anything, and he is starting to seriously doubt that there is no connection between her name and her abilities.
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She isn't exactly humble in any sense of the word, but...
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