vatheon | 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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[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.]

I'M IN UR HOUSE, STEALIN' UR ITEMZ

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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