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caughtinanetwork2012-04-03 09:03 am
blessedbyfarore) wrote in caughtinanetwork2012-04-03 09:03 am
Action / video
[Action (closed to Zelda)]
[Link starts awake, and finds himself somewhere... unexpected.]
[The sky above, blue and wavering with light filtering down dimly, reminds him of nothing so much as the Chamber of the Sages - and with an almost physical shock, he concludes that he must be in the Sacred Realm.]
[Then... he really did fail.]
[But if this is an afterlife of sorts, then why are his clothes still torned and bloodied and soaking wet from the rain? The sword is still nearby, and the battered shield - the bow's string is still broken, the quiver is still empty. Setting a hand on his chest, he finds ridges of scar tissue - the injuries that he had succumbed to, now looking as if he had spent a good month or so recovering.]
[And what exactly is that... thing in the middle of the plaza he's now lying in?]
[Video (open)]
[Some time later, dried off, clothed, and settled at the Welcome Center, Link is finally ready to say hello to his fellow foreigners. The tattoo on the back of his left hand gets an uncomfortable look, and the StarFish Communicator (green, naturally) gets switched on.]
...Hi. Zelda said that I can use this to talk to everyone here, so I guess I should say hi to everyone. [He gives a sheepish little smile.]
I'm Link - or one of them, I guess, Zelda said my ancestor is here. [He does look rather bemused at that.]
Um... I guess that's all. [And off it goes.]
((OOC: Dated to April 2nd.))
[Link starts awake, and finds himself somewhere... unexpected.]
[The sky above, blue and wavering with light filtering down dimly, reminds him of nothing so much as the Chamber of the Sages - and with an almost physical shock, he concludes that he must be in the Sacred Realm.]
[Then... he really did fail.]
[But if this is an afterlife of sorts, then why are his clothes still torned and bloodied and soaking wet from the rain? The sword is still nearby, and the battered shield - the bow's string is still broken, the quiver is still empty. Setting a hand on his chest, he finds ridges of scar tissue - the injuries that he had succumbed to, now looking as if he had spent a good month or so recovering.]
[And what exactly is that... thing in the middle of the plaza he's now lying in?]
[Video (open)]
[Some time later, dried off, clothed, and settled at the Welcome Center, Link is finally ready to say hello to his fellow foreigners. The tattoo on the back of his left hand gets an uncomfortable look, and the StarFish Communicator (green, naturally) gets switched on.]
...Hi. Zelda said that I can use this to talk to everyone here, so I guess I should say hi to everyone. [He gives a sheepish little smile.]
I'm Link - or one of them, I guess, Zelda said my ancestor is here. [He does look rather bemused at that.]
Um... I guess that's all. [And off it goes.]
((OOC: Dated to April 2nd.))
[not really here~]
It's really him, this time. Not another version but the very same Link that was his template, that he was supposed to dispatch for his master and for his own place in the world, his right to exist.
Orders and commands woven into the spell that make up his being begin to function, waking up from dormancy to spur him to act, to find him, to kill him, to make his master proud, to fulfill his purpose.
He doesn't want to. He doesn't want to hurt anyone, to kill anyone, much less the person he most emulates and admires. They're one in the same, they're brothers of the same stock, but his free thought is drowned out by Ganon's voice, remembered from a world away but still clear as day. Kill him and take his place. Become more than just a shadow.
He turns off the SFC without a word. He has to prepare.]