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towerofanimus2011-10-01 12:56 am
ocariness) wrote in towerofanimus2011-10-01 12:56 am
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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? ]
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:
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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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.
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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. ]