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vatheon2011-12-30 04:13 pm
replicatedcourage) wrote in vatheon2011-12-30 04:13 pm
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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!
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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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.
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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?"