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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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[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.]
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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.]
Feel free to kick his butt, he's asking for it, lmao
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.]
Got it! By the way, is it okay to assume that he broke the door lock on his way in?
[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.]
Yeah, that's fine. He's a Hylian tornado~ lol
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?!?"
\o/
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.]
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I was just looking for rupees!
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Do you always point a sword at someone when you're looking for these 'rupee' things?
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If they get in my way...
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What will you do if they do get in your way, then? Whatever it is, you'll have to accept the consequences, y'know.
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U-uh.. well... I just figured people would run away. [Fiddles with the tissue in his hands uncomfortably.]
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Well, you're going to have to figure it out quick, because I'm not planning on running away.
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[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.]
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[She just let him go. Although she did let out a soft snort once she saw that gait of his.]