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[ocariness]

Characters: ocariness and towerofanimus!
Setting: 1) Room 2-16, 2) At a random terminal in the Tower, later in the day.
Format: I'm faster with [ action ] but I'll go prose if you want to~
Summary: Let's try this again. Link arrives in the Tower, makes a mess, and explodes a terminal.
Warnings: Technology destruction, ELF PEOPLE, blue chickens? Yeah okay, nothing yet really. Those with weak hearts toward dying computers may desire to look away now.

1)
[ When the sleep paralysis had worn off, Link had, fortunately, been alone in the room. She had read the letter and grabbed her things out of her trunk, immediately setting to work on redressing into her Kokiri clothing, because that white jumpsuit was... far too revealing for her taste.

The collar, when she realized it would not come off, was an irritation. It was clearly some sort of magic device, but how did it WORK? Well, this was less pressing then finding and making sure her things were okay. (Surely Ganondorf hadn't won yet...?)

If her roommates were to return, they'd notice a bit of an... eclectic mess in and around her trunk and bed. All this, of course, after she'd donned her Kokiri clothing and armed herself: Master Sword, mirror shield, fairy bow, full quiver, all equipped. What was she looking for, throwing all these odd objects onto her bed and out of her trunk, anyway? ]

2)
[ Well, by now she's found what she was looking for, and maybe you were passing the Hylian hero by when you heard the BOOM. Or maybe you saw the terminal smoking, due to the arrow that had been fired into it after too many buttons being pressed, causing it to beep loudly. The elf-like perpetrator could be seen slowly edging away from the scene with a small, palm-sized blue chicken in their hands. And good luck figuring out their gender, they're androgyny at it's BEST.

... Perhaps someone should put the small smoking terminal out of its misery before a serious fire starts...? Because Link here is... preoccupied with staring at it. The chicken, meanwhile, makes a small mornful crowing noise.

... Um. Right. Help? ]

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[ocariness]

[ ... Oh, so they're like the Gerudo, then. She's a little confused by the whole bit of "our kind" and them being created, but... eh, details.

Perhaps they were from a distant land...? At that, though, Link lowers her sword somewhat, but does not let down her guard, nor does she put it away. She really sees no reason to--this place was unfamiliar, as was this... creature, in front of her.

... She supposes she will have to answer, but she's a little too wary right now to do more than stare. Honestly, she's used to a fairy doing her talking for her. ]

[dualscars.livejournal.com]

[dualscar pays little mind to her lack of answer. after all, it's better than her being overly chatty. he continues his removal of clothing, beginning with unfastening the hefty armor and putting it aside as well for the time being. he takes off his ruined undershirt, black sullied with violet bloodstains, and it consequently exposes his the entirety of his upper torso.

if link were to attack him, now would be the time. judging from the state of his chest, scarred even more heavily than his face, the armor had been a good investment in comparison to what could have been. the gills lining his ribs flare as he inhales.]

And if you're not a human, you'd be what, exactly?

[ocariness]

[ Link isn't the type for that sort of thing, although it is extremely tempting to fire some arrows, or something... he doesn't seem to be trying to kill her.

So she supposes for now, she'll comply, still slightly wary. No, not a big talker, this one. ]

... Hylian.

[ Or so she'd been told, though in truth, she had always considered herself to be Kokiri, but her age now showed that not to be true. Kokiri were forest children who never aged, after all. ]

[dualscars.livejournal.com]

[he wants to ask her what's the difference between her race and the humans, aside from trivial dissimilarities in appearance, but he knows that would be pointless.

the troll continues in his preparation, donning new clothing in place of the old, buttoning the uniform to his throat, adjusting the cuffs of his sleeves-- the entirety of it. finally, he begins shifting about the upper contents of his trunk once more.

and in place of the former thoughts, he opts for the next most significant thing on his list. casually:]

What color is it that you bleed?

[ocariness]

[ She has a distinct feeling this is a very loaded question. In fact, she has no idea what it means, but she knows one thing: she will NOT easily trust this man.

And she refuses to answer, crossing her arms. ]

What concern is it of yours? Do you plan to injure me?

[ If so, you are going to have a hell of a fight on your hands, Dualscar. ]

[dualscars.livejournal.com]

[it is. he glances over to her again, but keeps eye contact this time due to lack of distractions. blue eyes... a grin splits his face, showing off the dozens of shark-like teeth; it is clearly meant to be a predatory gesture, but he leaves it at that.]

I won't unless you ask for it. [and he doesn't mean straightforwardly, as she should perceive. the thought that other species may not even have a hemospectrum doesn't even cross his mind, thus thinking it unnecessary to explain the implications of his question. the fact that she wouldn't tell him upfront has a few connotations to him as it is.]

... Unless, you've somethin' to hide?

[ocariness]

Only the guilty have something to hide.

[ She is not the cocky type to boast that she doubts Dualscar could. After all, it is never wise to underestimate one's enemies.

Regardless, she merely glares. ]

Of what significance is it to you?

[ To her people, blood was not what was important. Rather more important to her was what one did, not who they were born as. Destiny or not, everyone could opt to ignore the right thing, and this mattered far more to her. Said blue eyes are now focused entirely on Dualscar, her hand on the Master Sword, the blade of Evil's bane, as if to say, "just TRY me." ]

[dualscars.livejournal.com]

Just as if you've blood the color 'a sludge.

[he says this as if it's obvious. though his eyebrows raise at her tone and apparent resolve-- if only she knew his own blood caste, which he would have thought obvious if only by his choice in clothing and corresponding color. at this, his hand goes to the discarded sword also upon his bed, lightly gripping its handle.]

It determines your worth, obviously. If you're higher on the spectrum, wouldn't you wanna be treated the way you deserved?

[ocariness]

[ ... At this, she scoffs, her hand remaining with her hand on her blade, gripped tightly.

Her voice? It is not easy to tell, even though she speaks quietly, yet passionately... that it is a female voice. No, on the contrary. But she finds herself reminded of those gender double-standards, once more. ]

Clearly your species does not understand that the worth of any living thing can only be measured by their actions.

[ So they had different blood colors...? Well, it was no concern of his what color her blood was. And she had no intention of telling him. ]

... To act as though you are better because of the color you bleed? Despicable and vile. If you want to preach about superiority, then I suggest you find an audience who will listen.

[dualscars.livejournal.com]

[The grin's turned wayward now, into that sneer he was so famous for. But just a bit more angry. He was so, so tired of these damned revolutionaries-- this place was positively crawling with them. Had he expected anything else from her? No, not exactly. His voice easily betrays him; later, he would lament on how irritatingly extreme his emotions proved themselves to be, how easily they slipped through the minute cracks in his usually indifferent composure.]

Then they're even more worthless than I'd thought possible.

[... But the lack of position, or the lack of respect for his, was positively infuriating. He wants to run her through with his blade; though he stands his ground for a few reasons. The first and most persuasive being the apparent arsenal of weapons at her disclosure (surely this meant he would have to catch her off-guard), and the fact that the Empress had yet to put in word as to what she wanted done with the other species.

He was not making the same mistaken again-- unless absolutely necessary.]

I suggest you hold your tongue 'bout things you don't understand, lest someone does it for you.

[ocariness]

[ Link is normally not big on words. Normally.

But she has gathered her weapons and her bow and her quiver and she stands, completely on guard--and if speaking was what he DIDN'T want, then she would defy this evil person at EVERY turn. ]

... Perhaps you are the one who is worthless. Such views are vile and the mark of inconsideration. I only need understand that you are wrong. Any creature deserves to be treated with consideration and kindness, no matter what, or whom, they may be. ... Though, perhaps I was right in my feelings about you.

[ Her full height is probably nothing in comparison to Dualscar's, but her shield and the Master Sword in hand, she warily eyes him, ready for a fight. ]

Good does not bow to evil. If you want me to be quiet, I'm afraid you're going to have to make me.

[ She is normally shy--she does not speak this much. No, not normally, but this man... no. She does not like him and she WILL state how she feels quite clearly here. ]

[dualscars.livejournal.com]

[How dare she.

His grip on his weapon tightens when she stands, though he still doesn't plan on doing anything to her. Not without orders, or knowing what the Empress's views on this alien race were. Surely, though, she wouldn't care-- with her universal acts of genocide?

But that's what he'd thought last time. Less life meant less subjects to rule, after all, even if they did come back to life. So, action-wise, he merely stares her down, as if this were some primal manner of defending his territory.]

That is not how I meant it, worm. Reserve judgment on that which you know nothin' of-- I can't say others of my species will be as courteous as I've been on the subject.

[ocariness]

[ Her eyes narrow. ]

Then they shall have a fight if they are. It may be true I do not understand entirely how your people work... but I believe I am correct in assuming that you find yourselves superior due to a color?

... I pity you, truly. You must have it difficult, to make so many enemies simply due to your incorrect beliefs. Perhaps I am not the issue here, but rather, your systems are?

[ Her grip tightens, and her whole body posture is tense. She is ready, and willing. The Hero of Time would never fall to someone so vile. ]