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paixaorpg2010-11-13 12:27 am
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Not in the Spirit(s) [Forward-dated slightly, Active/Closed]
Character(s): Riku and Link
Content: The two meet randomly over harmless drinks.
Setting: The Cheap Prayer
Time: Day, post-Fog, week 26, Saturday evening.
Warnings: Contains MILK
The Cheap Prayer. It was someplace Riku hadn't been, and he needed a distraction. He'd never been to a bar before, except for the tiny one on the Islands when his dad had taken him to go find someone.
There was a secondary bar, and he strolled right up to it. The bartender blinked at him, opening his mouth and clearly about ready to tell him he was too young when Riku cut him off. "Root beer."
The man behind the counter gave him an unamused look, which the teen reciprocated. "We have milk and sarsaparilla. Or water. That's it for you."
"Sarsaparilla. Same thing." With a raised brow he held up several gold silk leaves, shimmering in the artificial light. It was more than the drink would be worth normally, and the bartender knew it. With wide eyes, he gladly took the payment and went to go get the soft drink in a rush. Meanwhile, Riku took a seat on a bar stool, resting his mouth against his knuckles.
Fog or not, that's a sorry excuse. He needed out of the castle. Riku was more fed-up than ever, and even readier to escape. He wasn't sure why he hadn't tried to visit the giant new floor, but that was about to change. The Organization was going to get a house-call soon.
Content: The two meet randomly over harmless drinks.
Setting: The Cheap Prayer
Time: Day, post-Fog, week 26, Saturday evening.
Warnings: Contains MILK
The Cheap Prayer. It was someplace Riku hadn't been, and he needed a distraction. He'd never been to a bar before, except for the tiny one on the Islands when his dad had taken him to go find someone.
There was a secondary bar, and he strolled right up to it. The bartender blinked at him, opening his mouth and clearly about ready to tell him he was too young when Riku cut him off. "Root beer."
The man behind the counter gave him an unamused look, which the teen reciprocated. "We have milk and sarsaparilla. Or water. That's it for you."
"Sarsaparilla. Same thing." With a raised brow he held up several gold silk leaves, shimmering in the artificial light. It was more than the drink would be worth normally, and the bartender knew it. With wide eyes, he gladly took the payment and went to go get the soft drink in a rush. Meanwhile, Riku took a seat on a bar stool, resting his mouth against his knuckles.
Fog or not, that's a sorry excuse. He needed out of the castle. Riku was more fed-up than ever, and even readier to escape. He wasn't sure why he hadn't tried to visit the giant new floor, but that was about to change. The Organization was going to get a house-call soon.
I know Riku doesn't know he's not an elf. It's cool.
"The Sheikah are a race from Hyrule that were sworn to protect the Royal Family. I thought you might have been one, because of of your silver hair." Link gave him another look-over. No, he didn't have the same mysterious aura as the Sheika, though there was definitely something about this guy. "There was some problem with the Sheikah years ago, and now there aren't many left."