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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.
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He was distracted from the mounting questions in his head by the young man's question, and Link couldn't help but stare at what was left of his milk with a worried expression on his face.
He sighed. "There's a darkness that's taken over Hyrule. Ganondorf managed to grab a hold of the Triforce and cover Hyrule and the Sacred Realm in evil." He grimaced a bit, knowing that part of it was his fault when he took the Master Sword from the Pedestal of Time. "I'm the only one who can stop him, but I have to break the curses on the temples around Hyrule and awaken all the sages so they can help me."
There was no secret about any of this. Ganondorf probably knew what was going on, and was probably trying to put new curses back on the temples he had already liberated. Right now, with him being stuck in this terrible place, the situation in Hyrule seemed almost hopeless."
Link didn't want his milk anymore. He just stared at it, or rather through it, lost in his depressing thoughts.