vatheon | Sidequest?

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Sidequest?

Who: Sola and whoever!
Where: Around town~ You can run into him wherever makes sense
When: all day
Status: Open

[Despite the hiccup of meeting that creepy demon last week, Sola's still generally pretty happy, even if he's still carrying his sword on his back wherever he goes. How could he not be happy? He's alive, he's healthy, and he's loved. Even if that demon is still around somewhere, Sola doesn't feel as if anything can dampen his spirits.

Today there's a few things to do. He'd broken one of Psii's mugs and was attempting to replace it before his Trolldad found out (really, he should just not be allowed in the kitchen...). He also has a couple things to get down in the Nostalgia Nook which means ~~sidequests~~ running some fetch and carry errands for people around the city to earn starfish tokens. Oh, and he needs to find a boat so he can follow Serph's advice.

That last one might be hard.]

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*Something clued him in to a close proximity with the other construct. Ghirahim smiles as he trails behind his "sibling". To have a close copy of the sky boy made purely of his master's power nearby amuses him. It's certainly the kind of irony that his master was known for. And the fact that some part of Demise is alive and well enough to build something like this...

Of course, he knows that if he can sense not!Link, then not!Link can sense him. And he doesn't mind one bit.*

[Sola's just entering a shop with kitchen things in the window when a shiver runs it's way up his spine. Warily, the replica looks around, suddenly feeling somewhat exposed. Someone is watching him.

He ducks inside the store and peeks out the front display window between the shelves. Maybe he can catch sight of whoever it is? It feels familiar but he can't quite place it...]

*he'll wait. He can't teleport for whatever reason--something about this place is draining his power. He'll address it at a later time, but for that, he needs not!Link too.

Ghirahim waits outside for him, his back against the wall. He has to come out of there sooner or later.*

[The feeling doesn't vanish as Sola finds a suitable replacement for Psii's mug and pops it in his sylladex. He putters around the store, trying to distract himself and maybe wait for his creeps to subside, but eventually he decides he's being silly and once again braves the city outside, stopping in the doorway to adjust his tunic, then setting back off towards the plaza at a quick pace, trying to walk tall and confident but unable to stop himself from peering around behind him at least once.]

*Which is when he'll see Ghirahim, right before he grabs for the boy's shoulder to force him against the wall. There's no malice in his expression, just a strong curiosity.*

[The Hylian lets out a startled yelp as Ghirahim shoves him back, his shield and scabbard digging painfully into his back.]

What the hell?! What do you want?!

[There may be no malice but that doesn't mean Sola takes kindly to being shoved around. His arm reaches back quickly to grab his sword's hilt if left unchecked.]

To talk. Our previous conversation ended quite abruptly. And I assure you, that sword won't do much for you. Unlike you, it's nothing more than a cheap copy of a weapon far more powerful.

*he smirks. His grip on Sola's shoulder loosens. It's almost friendly, affectionate.*

What do you say, hm? Let's sit and talk without interruptions this time.

[This guy doesn't make any sense but there's something about the way he's talking that gives Sola pause, dropping his hand back to his side and attempting to at least stand off the wall so his gear isn't stabbing him in the spine. None of the tension leaves him, though. He's still quite wary of the man, even if he's willing to hear him out.]

..What do you want to talk about?

About everything! We were both made what we are by the same being, after all! His power is in both of us. That almost makes us brothers.

*He pulls back from the boy to give him some breathing room.* It really does make me happy, knowing that part of Master Demise has survived. After everything I did to resurrect him, the sky boy and the spirit maiden ruined everything. I was depressed to the point of not knowing what to do.

But now that you're here, I think I have the answer.

I already told you, I was made by Ganondorf, not Demise who or whatever that is.

[He's already got a brother too, thank you! Link is a lot less scary than this guy, after all. He can't help but be curious though. Ghirahim keeps sending these mixed signals, violently friendly if that were a thing, and he finds himself staying and talking despite his wariness.]

What answer?

*he chuckles at the protest.* I assure you, their energy is one and the same. I should know. We're bound by a thread of fate, you and I. I'm sure you sense it as well. Meeting here was no coincidence.

Aren't you the least bit curious about the weapon I mentioned?

[He continues to eye Ghirahim as he speaks, not sure he likes where this is going as the demon starts in about threads of fate and their meeting not being a coincidence.

And yet...]

Maybe a little...

This place has drained me of power sufficient enough to show you, but... *he leans in close, close enough to whisper in Sola's ear as he shares the secret.*

I am that weapon.

[Sola flicks his ear as he feels Ghirahim's breath on it, leaning away instinctively from that uncomfortable closeness.]

You're crazy. You're a person, not a weapon!

You may not know it by looking at me. *he smiles and pulls back at a more comfortable distance.*

If you were to lend me some of that power you hold within you...I could show you.

What?! No! I don't have any power! Just leave me alone!

[This is completely ridiculous and he's so done. Sola attempts to just walk back towards the plaza and get away from this freaky dude. What the hell does he want from him, anyway?! He doesn't do magic, he doesn't have the Triforce, whatever power Ghirahim thinks he has he can't even guess at.]

*Ghirahim follows, unconcerned by the boy's protests. Besides, he's heading toward that strange coral. The one that flooded him with energy after he first came here. Perhaps touching that will give him enough power to transform.*

....Do you have a name of your own? Or do I just call you Link?

I'm not Link, I'm Sola! Just leave me alone! Stop following me!

[Unnerved and irritated at Ghirahim's use of his original's name to refer to him, Sola takes off running, trying to put as much distance between him and the demon as possible.

Maybe he shouldn't leave the hive for awhile...]

*...How inconsiderate. Oh well. He would come around eventually. Ghirahim approached the coral and placed his hand on a branch to drain its power into himself. He would find Sola later.*

[Really, despite being tired at the end of the day with all he had to do, Johnny enjoyed going for walks around the city before he, inevitably, patrolled as he did most nights of the week. There was something peaceful about twilight.

Besides, this time, he was rewarded by catching a glance of his favorite Hylian disappearing into a store. The vampire smirked and went to lean next to the door until Sola reappeared.]

[The upset earlier in the day had sent Sola running to hide back in the hive but as the light got dimmer Sola felt more and more safe, the lengthening shadows of the evening being a comfort to someone as intrinsically connected to such things as the replica. He hurries into the store to grab a small set of elastics for his hair before they close. It hasn't occurred to him to cut it and it's getting quite long. Upon exiting the store he can small the tell-tale scent of Johnny's cigarettes and his ears perk up, the Hylian spinning to face him happily.]

Johnny! Hi!

[This is exactly what he needs. Johnny's presence is like a soothing balm, helping to alleviate the anxiety that had pressed down on him since running into Ghirahim that morning.]

[He smiles when Sola greets him and gives a small salute, pushing away from where he'd been leaning.]

Yo, Sola~

What're you up to?

I'm just doing some shopping. I got Psii a new mug earlier 'cause I accidentally broke one when I was trying to make stuff yesterday. He really should put things on lower shelves. Not everyone can move stuff with their brain.

[He walks right over to his matesprit and slips his arms around Johnny's waist. A hug is definitely the best medicine.]

[Johnny returned the hug, chuckling at the visual of Sola trying to reach something high up.]

Yes. How inconsiderate. Would you like some company? I'm not doing anything else~

[Insert thread where Johnny finds out Sola can barely read or do math and tells him he needs some schoolings. :D]

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Sidequest?

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[closed] - his sixth sense isn't terribly developed, sorry!

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