Lugubrious
Izurich
Yankee
rush99999Link
Word Count: 1412
Level 4 - (21/40) + 3
Location: Limsa Lomiscuttltown ~ Limsa Lomiscuttle Port
@DracoLunaris@Yankee@Zoey Boey
Link's eye popped open with a start. He awoke in his usual manner, on the hour and straight up at the crack of dawn. His evening had continued well after Glenn had let the fatigue get the better of him and wandered off to bed. It was just as well that he had done so, otherwise he might well have even still given up his savings. Link, being the last man standing and the one that had actually eaten most of the food, had the unenviable position of being stuck with the bill.
It had been big. Very big. As a matter of fact, "one of everything" big. Certainly richer than Link's purse. Luckily he had been able talk with the manager and work out an arrangement. Link had convinced the irate owner that he could make more food with far less ingredients and had asked to be let into the bars kitchen to prove his point. After seeing what sort of treats Link could whip up with seemingly any two random ingredients he was given, not to mention the fact that each dish only took seconds to cook, Link was stuck in front of the wok for the remainder of the business night and a while after on dish duty. He stopped working only once, when the whole pup had gone silent in the wake of a giant flash of light, but after that it had been right back to business.
All in all he had been very thankful to have a bed last night. Not that he couldn't sleep with a bed a grass, with only the crackling of a campfire and the chirping of crickets to serenade him, but nothing beat an actual, honest to goddess bed. He rolled quietly out of the covers, pulling the Slate of the cozy bedside table, and with a few quick clicks of his fingers across the screen he was back in the clothes he had been wearing yesterday. With that, a quick check of his inventory, and setting the sensor to detect Cia's scepter just in case any more of that woman was lurking about, he crept to the doorway and set out on an early morning stroll around the city. There was something he wanted to find, something that he had been reminded of by the fluttering sails of Shippy and the Admirals boat.
It had taken him most of the morning. He had wandered Hawker's alley for a good while before he had found what he wanted, mostly because it wasn't good for anything anymore with no ships to put it on. He'd finally run into one shrewd little merchant that still kept a back stock of the stuff just in case the day came where the war turned around and it was usable again. As things stood Link was able to buy some off of him for dirt cheap, along with some wood for the frame.
Most of the time, however, had been spent searching for somebody who could assemble it for him. After hours of looking and asking around, he was eventually pointed in the direction of a tinkerer and adventure named Mimic, a man who was rumored to be able to perfectly recreate any device he had ever seen. Link had found the man amicable, and had been a little wouldn't be able to build what he had in mind from description alone until the man had scoffed at something so simple. After that it had just been a matter to getting the dimensions correct and probing Link's memory to ensure that all the pieces were in the correct places. Appreciations were given, rupees exchanged hands, and Link left to find himself a suitably high place.
He stood at the top of a high slope, the street trending steadily downward. AS good a place as any, and in the direction he needed to be going anyway. He took a few steps back before into a run and jumping into the air, throwing his arms up as he felt himself begin to fall. He grasped out with his fingers, and as her did he suddenly felt them wrap around two handles as the devise jumped from the slate into his hands. The white sailcloth he had bought bulged out as it caught the air, arresting his fall and sending him gliding swiftly out over the declining street.
It took everything he could not to squeal with delight as he leaned, his weight puling the new paraglider to the side and sending his sailing down a side alley. He felt the wind flying past his hair, saw the worlds zooming by below him, heard the shouts of surprise as he passed over people. As he flew he felt like the worlds biggest fool for leaving his original glider back in Hyrule when he'd left for Smash. Why on earth had he done that? Well, because what good would a paraglider do you in a fighting tournament? When the letter had arrived he had assumed it would be like one of the Knightly Tournaments Zelda had described to him. It hadn't mentioned the tournament would involve being knocked out of the arena, if that little detail had been in the letter he definitely would have brought it with him and used it shamelessly.
He was beginning to get a bit tired, so he searched out an empty spot in the street and aimed toward it. He let go and felt more than saw the glider vanish back into the slate, dropping to the ground with a roll and a grin. He took a few deep breath to get his strength back, took another running start, and was gliding again in a few seconds.
Link literally dropped into the harbor, having jumped over a railing as soon as he had seen it and started falling before pulling out the paraglider again and flying steadily down the rest of the way. As he passed over the assembled navy all he could do was gawk. He had seen the shipgirls when they had first come into Limsa, but actually seeing them all assembled was a sight to behold. Every one of them was dressed to the nines, and most sported what looked like cannons on their shining metal gear. These girls looked like they could win any war. They were losing? What sort of monsters were they up against? Link suddenly realized he didn't have a clue.
He aimed for the obvious target, the ship with Bowser's face plastered all over it. He spotted the other members of the team on his approach and as soon as she was slow enough he dropped into an empty patch of ground and ran up to them as Kamek, in his new extremely uncomfortable configuration, explained the plan. They even had a shipgirl with the- no, wait, as he got closer he could see that was a girl from yesterday. What had they gotten up to on their scouting run? He held his tongue for now, after all they were splitting the party. They had two ships, they were going to split the group between them and meet up when they had to break off to go after the guardian. "Seeing as most of you seem to want to go on this one," he started, pointing at the floating ship. He couldn't blame them, given a choice between a flying ship and a normal one he would normally pick the flying one every time. "I guess I'll go with Shippy and back up the Captain. Besides, I'd be more useful since these Abyssal's are more likely to climb aboard that one. At least I think they are. Can someone tell me what an Abyssal actually is before we go?"
Unluckily, that question was answered as a pale girl with Gerudo muscles and a face like a demon marched out of the back of the floating ship toward the admiral, cheerily announcing what she was and that she needed to talk with her. It happened so quickly that Link didn't even really register it for a moment, just watching her go with a dazed "Oh, so that's an Abyssal" as Geralt and Kamek took off after her.
His head snapped toward Sakura and Junior, not bothering to conceal his worry. "What did you guys do yesterday?"
