vatheon | I'M IN UR HOUSE, STEALIN' UR ITEMZ

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I'M IN UR HOUSE, STEALIN' UR ITEMZ

Who: Dark Link and anyone else
Location: IN UR HOUSE, BREAKIN' YOUR STUFF (No seriously. Whoever responds, respond as if he's broken into your residence)
Time: During/after the party on the beach
Style: Anything, I'll match
Status: Open!

The ground was wet.

It was an odd distinction to make from the ground he had expired on. That had been wet too, but covered in an inch or two of water, not simply slick from the puddle that was expanding from under his back.

Dark Link sat up to an empty square. He didn't recognize his surroundings, but that wasn't strange since he'd never really been anywhere at all. Funny, it didn't look like what he'd imagined the Spirit Realm to be, though he hadn't expected to end up in the Spirit Realm at all since, if his master was truthful, he had no spirit to go anywhere.

But then how am I alive? He must have revived me after he defeated Link himself, that's got to be what happened. I failed him, but he's given me another chance! The chance to take the place of the hero, just like he said! He lurched to his feet, a little unsteady but gaining his footing quick enough. Thank you, Master! I won't let you down this time; I'll become the hero like I was meant to!

After all, there always had to be a third section of the Triforce, and with the original Link dead, that left a great, wide opening for this Link to fill.

His black leather boots scuffed across the ground as he threw open door after door to shops and houses, anywhere he could find, breaking pots (trash bins) and hacking down plants (people's garden's and city landscaping) all the while as he wound his way through Vatheon. If he was going to be the hero, he had to be equipped!

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[ . . . what a sight to see-

Sorry Link, but that's a sandal being thrown at your head from behind. She's got good aim, too.]

If you're new here, there's a nicer way to get stuff.

[Dark Link grabs the sandal on the rebound and holds it over his head for a moment, examining it with an eager gaze. His first item! This could be important. He might even be able to trade it for something.]

Give me the other one!

Rude.

[She extends a hand.]

How about this? You give me back mine and we'll get you your own pair.

No you're doing it wrong! [He clutches the sandal to his chest protectively.]

You're supposed to tell me to bring it somewhere so I can get a different item!

[ . . . she actually thinks about it.

Well.

Okay.]

... alright then.

Bring it back to me and you'll receive the location of wonderful place where you can get items for free.

For free? [His tone is incredulous but he is the hero here, after all, so he returns the sandal and waits impatiently for directions.]

For free.

[She nods! And taking the sandal back, she slips it on her other foot before pointing with her other hand in the direction of the marketplace.]

If you ask nicely, the people will give you what you want for free. Will that make you stop hacking things up now?

[He seems excited to know where the shops are, but his gaze turns derisive when she asks if he'll stop hacking things up]

Well I'll go ask but the items you get in shops and the items from houses are totally different. Of course you wouldn't know that, though. Thanks for the directions, anyway.

[And just like that he turns heel and walks out, leaving Saya to clean up the mess he's made of her house.]

[ . . . oh jeeze. She'll follow after, assuming it'll get cleaned up by someone else (and it probably will).]

No problem. But here, I'll go with you! I need to stop by there for something anyway.

[This isn't how it's suppose to go either!]

You're not supposed to follow me, I already have a sidekick!

[He points to the glowing blue ball of his fairy, seeming to take a childlike delight at its presence.]

When Zelda heard that there was a man with pointed ears mutilating people's plants and pottery, she stopped getting around for bed immediately and raced out to find him. It didn't take long to find him, she simply had to follow the path of destruction.

And there he was. It was dark and her vision was slightly blurred, but it was unmistakeable. His silly hat, his tunic, Navi following along right behind him, that same voice calling out as he tossed things against whatever surface was handy...

"Link?" she whispered, her voice catching. She wasn't supposed to see him, not ever again. She'd sent him to another time. But if Vatheon granted her this, she might just abandon her attempts to return home.

"Link?"

He froze, vase in hand and unthrown in the darkened apartment he'd barged into a moment ago. It was a voice he had never heard before but somehow knew as well as his own or his master's, a voice that shook him to his core.

Her voice.

Zelda's voice.

Link's Zelda. His Zelda, now.

He turned towards her, still in the shadow of the unlit room, and knew her face in an instant. His heart swelled and he dropped the vase, letting it shatter on the floor unheeded, arms outstretched to his princess.

"I didn't even have to find you. You came to me." Even his voice was smiling.

Tears welled up uncontrollably in her eyes. She was never supposed to see Link again, and yet... somehow, he was here. She ran to him and hid her face in his tunic, hoping that he couldn't see that she was crying.

"I'm sorry, I'm so sorry, I should have asked, I should have at least waited for you to recover, I..." The princess looked up at him and put a hand on his cheek, smiling so hard that it hurt.

And that was when she saw an unfamiliar red glint in his eyes, the contrast in their skintone that was never there before. She froze, smile still etched eerily in place.

He placed one arm around her waist and the other on the back of her head tightly, comfortingly. He had no idea what she was talking about but it was alright, everything would be alright now. Zelda had all the answers, Zelda would tell him what to do to become the true hero, Zelda would make things right.

He smiled just as widely, not noticing the rigidity suddenly present in her posture and the abrupt strained quality in her expression, and closed his eyes.

Everything will be alright now.

Her face quickly became an expressionless mask. Why hadn't she noticed it before? There was no trace of the Triforce of Courage, only the faint aura of Ganondorf's dark magic.

He had tricked her.

In a sudden blur of motion she leapt away from him, the mark of the Triforce of Wisdom glowing brilliantly on the back of her left hand.

"What are you?" she spat.

Her sudden movement caught him off guard and he found himself alone on one side of the room, Zelda leagues away and practically radiating suspicion. His eyes flicked between her face and the triforce mark on her hand, uncomprehending of what he had done to cause her to react so strongly.

"What do you mean? I'm Link."

"You are not Link!" she shouted. Swallowing, she took a few deep breaths before trying to continue.

"You are not Link. You are some sort of magical construct of Ganondorf's. Tell me your purpose."

Zelda kept backing up, trying to put as many obstacles between her and that thing as possible. If he was like Link, he was limited mostly to physical fighting and short-range attacks. He would have to change weapons to attack her at this range, and she would be ready.

His ears drooped as he watched her back away, not once taking those cold, suspicious eyes from him. He made no move to to reach for his sword or shield, his only weapons, but instead simply kept watching Zelda grow further away, arms hanging to his sides with a look of pure confusion awash over his wounded expression.

"I am Link, that is my purpose."

His pain was completely lost on Zelda, deep in the grips of a quiet rage. "You don't know? Fine then."

She didn't care anymore if the whole city knew what she held, she had to know. The Triforce responded to her sheer desire to find out what the creature before her was. A blast of golden light shot out from her hand, washing over him harmlessly but sending information back to its bearer.

Yes, he was certainly a piece of Ganondorf's magic. All shadows and deceit, but based on Link of all people! The very idea was revolting. She couldn't bear to be around it anymore. Shaking, she activated the magic that transformed her into Sheik, leaping out the window and running away as fast as possible.

The light stunned Dark Link, causing him to throw up his arms to protect his eyes. It was frightening, this power, though to his surprise it didn't harm him. In fact, it simply felt warm, somehow welcoming, and he felt it flow in, around, and through him as it gathered information he was unaware of giving.

When he opened his eyes, however, she was gone.

"Zelda?"

He tore around the hollow apartment, overturning tables, opening every door, and finally ran back out into the streets, out of breath and desperate, feeling more alone than he'd ever felt in his very short existence.

She had denounced him, unnamed him. In only a few words, Zelda had taken any identity he had to cling to and thrown it in the gutter.

"You are not Link!"

It echoed in his mind, playing over and over like some grotesque slideshow. Her face, her fear and rage, her disgust.

"You are not Link!"

And he wasn't, not really. He was made to look like him, fight like him, think like him, but all that made him was... what? A fake? A replica? A shadow?

"You are not Link!"

He stopped in the middle of the road, looking sightlessly down the darkened streets of the city into which Zelda had vanished, taking the answer to the most important question with her.

"Then what am I?"

[When she reached for her key to unlock her door, she was rather surprised to see that the door was already creaking open on its own.

Well, if you could count "rushing in like a madman" as "surprised", anyway. The sound of destruction in her own abode certainly wasn't very reassuring either! Jane grabbed the first thing she could use as a weapon (in this case, a broom) and yelled at the intruder.]

What are you doing in here!? Get out!

[swinging at him--!!]

[Intent on digging through a convenient chest in the corner of the room, within which he was highly disappointed to merely find extra blankets and linens, it seemed that Dark Link wouldn't have the chance to either block or duck the oncoming broom.

But somehow he did.

Even stranger still, he ended up standing on the brush end and didn't weigh it down more than a shadow.

He drew the sword from his back, a black blade which didn't seem to suck in the light as much as radiate darkness, and pointed it at her from his perch.]

I'm looking for treasure. Stand aside!

[Jane nearly dropped the broom when she saw him stand there, but instead she opted for gritting her teeth and tightening her grip until her knuckles turned white. Still, the lack of weight was the least of her worries, especially when he pointed his weapon at her.

And of course, when she saw that, he would very quickly find himself looking down the barrel of her gun as well.]

If you think I'm just going to stand by and let you rob me, you've got another thing coming, pal.

[His brow furrows as he indeed looks directly down the barrel of the gun, seeming to not quite know what it is. At all. Not even a little. And so, there's no fear.

He steps back to the ground, landing lightly with his sword still in the same position.]

Rob you? I'm just looking for quest items!

[This girl really needed to get with the program. Unless...]

What's that weird thing you're holding, anyway?

What. [Forgive her, she gets a bit touchy when the word "treasure" is involved.]

Why are you pointing a sword at me if you're not trying to rob me!? You weirdo!

[She let the broom clatter to the floor, although her aim didn't waver in the slightest. This...sure was a standoff.]

If you don't stop pointing that thing at me, you just might find out the hard way!

Is it a weapon?

[He practically placed his nose into the barrel, lowering his sword as he examined the odd contraption of metal and wood. It smelled like bomb flowers.]

Whoa, whoa, whoa! [She yanked it away and took a good handful of steps backwards. An incredulous stare wasn't exactly helping her understand his motives, so she continued on.]

Yes, it's a weapon! And if it had gone off while you were doing that, you'd be dead!

[Well, maybe. This guy definitely wasn't normal (for lack of a better word), after all. She put her hand on her forehead as if she felt a headache coming on that very second.] Geez...

What kind of weapon? How does it work?

[He advanced as she stepped away, curious about the weapon stick she carried. What if this was a key item? What if he needed it to complete his quest? Once he figured out what that was, but details are details and can be left until later.]

Show me! [His tone was imperious, demanding.]

No, I don't have to show you anything! [For every step forward, she took a step back. At this point calling it 'stranger danger' was an understatement.]

You wouldn't be able to use it anyway!

[ARMs were finicky like that, and she really doubted that he was from Filgaia. ...Not that she would hand it over to him in the first place.]

[He scoffed at her. Yes. Scoffed.]

I'm the chosen hero of the Goddesses, I can use anything I set my hands on!

[And as if to prove it, he set his hand on top of the barrel of the gun.]

"Chosen hero"? Yeah. Sure.

[Jane rolled her eyes at first, but that disappeared the moment he rested his hand on her weapon. That made her quite the unhappy camper; in fact, she was so unhappy that she aimed a kick where the sun didn't shine. With heels on.

Hey, she never said she would play fair.]

[Oh look, stars...

Just like that, Dark Link was down for the count, curled into a ball and wailing with his hands cupped under his tunic. It was all he could do to choke out a single word.]

"Why?!?"

[hands on hips.]

If I explained exactly why we'd be here all day. I really hope you've at least learned not to break into people's homes, because otherwise I'm going to roll you out the door!

[He was curled into a ball, after all.]

[He rubbed at the tears on his face and attempted to stand, but the pain was still too sharp and he curled back up with another thin, pathetic wail.]

I was just looking for rupees!

[...hands him a tissue with an unchanging expression.]

Do you always point a sword at someone when you're looking for these 'rupee' things?

[He takes the tissue and wipes his face sullenly.]

If they get in my way...

[shakes her head.]

What will you do if they do get in your way, then? Whatever it is, you'll have to accept the consequences, y'know.

[He blinks. Apparently this isn't something that's occurred to him before. He sits up, the pain having subsided enough to do so.]

U-uh.. well... I just figured people would run away. [Fiddles with the tissue in his hands uncomfortably.]

[... She couldn't help but feel like she was bullying a puppy here. A puppy with quite a bit of bark, but a puppy nonetheless.]

Well, you're going to have to figure it out quick, because I'm not planning on running away.

[He pushed himself up off the floor, still sniffling a little but mostly recomposed.] Fine, just... don't do that again. To anyone. It hurts.

[He gathers up his sword and shield and, if she allows it, he's gone without another word, walking out the door with a bit of a bow-legged gait.]

I'm not making any promises!

[She just let him go. Although she did let out a soft snort once she saw that gait of his.]

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I'M IN UR HOUSE, STEALIN' UR ITEMZ

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just fyi, he only could dodge because she yelled first

that's A-OK! o7

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Feel free to kick his butt, he's asking for it, lmao

Got it! By the way, is it okay to assume that he broke the door lock on his way in?

Yeah, that's fine. He's a Hylian tornado~ lol

\o/

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