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12 December 2011 @ 11:35 pm
[Link is, for once, lying on his bed in his croft. The feed is on and peeking out from behind one of the pillows, giving a fairly decent if slightly skewed view of what's going on.

In his left hand, he has an arrow. The tip of the arrow is flickering with fire. Link is weaving it through the air in spirals and jumps. It leaves little trails of fire behind it as it goes, which flicker off into nothing.

Tael is watching the arrow tip as it goes, his long neck waving back and forth as he follows the line of fire. Occasionally his head snaps out and he tries to clamp his jaws around the magically burning tip, but Link jerks it out of the way in just enough time to make the wyrmling wriggle in fury for a moment.

He gives a soft chuckle, and the feed continues like this for some time.
]
 
 
Link
11 November 2011 @ 06:42 pm
[The song that plays is a sad, wistful one. It continues for a few minutes, until Link shuts off the feed.

He hasn't been able to find his descendant for a long time. The other man must be gone.
]
 
 
Link
21 October 2011 @ 03:37 pm
[There's the sound of creaking leather and the light shrk of a whetstone being used. When Link speaks, it's in his friendly, blunt sort of way.]

With Myhrta and Duibhin gone, we're nearly out of the toiletries they made for the bathhouse. [The sound of the whetstone goes again, and then he contunues.] I know how to make nettle water to clean hair and I know how to make lye for soap.

I could teach some people how to do that too, if they want.
 
 
Link
12 October 2011 @ 11:48 am
He's not here anymore.

[Link's voice is sterner than usual. It's highly likely that anyone who knew of his reaction to Ganondorf's presence would immediately click on what he meant.]

Or if he is, he's hiding.

[And his tone shows that he very much doubts that.
 
 
Link
20 September 2011 @ 10:36 pm
[OPTION A: audio]

[The song that comes over the communicator lasts for a few minutes, slow and strangely imperial. Anyone who knows Link would probably be able to tell that he's pleased about things returning to their natural order from this song... and perhaps that he's a bit nostalgic, too.

When it's done, Link doesn't close the feed, but he doesn't speak either. Operator is standing by!
]

[OPTION B: action]

[Serveral hours after the early-morning post, his watch shift ended, Link can be found at the edge of the loch. There's a pile of arrows on his right, and a bundle of sticks, stone arrowheads, feathers and string on his left. He's fletching some new arrows from the pile of materials on his left, then adding them to the pile on his right. Approach Y/N?]
 
 
 
12 September 2011 @ 08:56 pm
[OPTION A: video]

[There is a rustle and a bump, and the communicator comes on.



The younger hero looks around curiously, then his lips thin slightly and he turns away. Leaves and underbrush cover the feed for a moment, and then the sound of wood clacking against wood can be heard. There's a short, sharp little gasp at that, and then the sound of someone standing up quickly.

Water can be heard running nearby. There's a faint clack again, and then a strange sound can be heard, followed by a shout as if in pain. Silence rings for a moment, and then the rustling of leaves starts up again. The leaves part -



The stranger's booted foot comes down on the communicator, and it goes off.
]

[OPTION B - action]

[Link blinks and raises his foot. He sees the communicator and, admittedly, does not know what it's for. He eyes it for a moment, then decides to keep a hold on it, like he will with the remaining masks he has. He slips it into the satchel beside his ocarina and the other three masks and then continues to walk.

He can see the water up ahead. He runs the rest of the way and, hooking the satchel over his back, dives into the river gracefully.
]
 
 
Link
31 August 2011 @ 01:14 pm
[Link is standing in the mausoleum that leads down to the crypts. He's carrying a torch, because it's naturally very dark down there. The Cat Sidhe twines around his legs, purring and miaowing occasionally. Tael lazily floats around Link's head, shimmering with a light of his own.

He raises the torch to read the plaque, where a new riddle has been engraved. The offetary bowl is empty, and the indistinct carvings around the walls are a bit more grim than he previously remembered.

Reading the plaque again, he takes out his communicator and clicks it on to an audio feed.

The sound of a crackling flame can be heard.
]

"Ripped from my mother's womb
Beaten and burned
I become a blood-thirsty slayer.
What am I?
"

That's what it says at the crypts now.
 
 
Link
WARNING for some gore! May talk about brainwashing in the comments, so if that makes you uneasy, proceed with caution.

Also placeholding! Tags will come later. I just wanted to get this up.

Like to the armour's iron brace.Collapse )
 
 
Link
19 July 2011 @ 09:32 pm
[It's two pm on Tuesday. Link should be winding down his shift with Minako. However, his camera is facing out to the loch. The water is not as smooth and calm as usual - there are three sinuous arches standing out of it.]

Look! Do you see that?

[One of the arches disappears and reappears a few feet away. The others follow in quick sucession.]

Ha! I knew we'd see it again!

[OOC: Communicator or action replies are fine! Feel free to use this post as a sort of mingling thread for going to see Nessie!]
 
 
Link
30 June 2011 @ 09:11 pm
[When the audio opens, it's quiet for some while. Link, already awkward with words, struggles to find a way to phrase what he needs to say.]

...

[Eventually, he decides that boiling it down to the main message matters.]

I'm sorry.

[He closes the feed.]