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Linkle
Merge Rate: 33%
Word Count: 466
Level 10 - (29/100) + 1
Location: Frozen Highlands ~ Snowdin
@Dark Cloud@Majoras End
"Oh, that's your..." Linkle marveled in a state of shocked amazement as she looked at the heart Frisk has manifested in front of them. That was the child's whole soul? They could just pull that out and do different things with it? "Wow, I've never heard of anything like that where I'm from." Souls leaving the body was a very bad thing, and if either people or monsters could become more powerful from fusing together she could imagine the reasons why they would avoid one another. Or why there were so few humans that Papyrus had never seen one, but Papyrus seemed way too good natured and Frisk far too unguarded around him for that to be the case. She also couldn't help but notice how similar it was to the was spirits worked, and how it was literally a heart, the same way The Master of Master's talked about what they would call the soul. "Can I...this is so weird...can you touch it? Would that hurt?"
A more shocking revelation was that Albedo of all people only barely knew more about his own powers than Linkle did. He held out his amber trinket to show them, the source of all his powers. "I thought for sure you were just, like, a wizard." Linkle said. "So if I held on to that thing, I could make flowers bloom? That's so cool!"
The conversation was interrupted as the big cat came back to deliver their drinks, Linkle eagerly downing the cacao as he went and knocked on his masters door to summon her. Linkle was surprised they hadn't come out to see Papyrus, who spoke loudly as a matter of course. What came through the door made Linkle tense up a moment, as it was another candidate who qualified to fulfill The Prophecy of Linkle's beneficial death. She couldn't really stay tense around someone with that funny of an accent though, and even when she pulled out her blades it was only so she could do a little jig that healed up Treat's leg.
Linkle wasn't the only one who had tensed up. Treat immediately assumed that she wasn't welcome in the house as soon as she saw the other girls had the opposite ears from her. Linkle shook her head as their hostess reassured her that all were welcome in her house. "Treat. If you keep assuming people are out to get you just for how you look you're going to end up all twisted." She said gently, before standing up. It was a lesson this whole experience had taught her as well. "Can you hit me with that too, Miss?" She said, raising a hand as she addressed the healer. "We were going to head out to a spooky hospital after this to look for an 'internet' and I'd rather be in tip top condition for that."
Link
Word Count: 901
Level 8 - (15/80) + 4
Location: Carcass Island ~ Where All Things Must Come
@DracoLunaris
The bombs arrows flew and blew, along with everyone else's contribution to the barrage that assailed the Guardian's eye. Link just wished they came in more than packs of five before switching to the rod. Ace put the exclamation point on the combined assault by blasting the creature with something unstable that shot out of a barrel, an attack that finally prompted the creature to close that gargantuan eye before reopening somewhere out of range of most of their attacks.
On top of that, his platform started sinking as the beach reorganized itself once again. Link set out from his own perch, using Cryonis to grow a pillar of ice out of the tar that also began sinking. Jumping off the boat and scurrying up the side, he took a running leap off the ice and unfurled his sailcloth. It wouldn't carry him far, but it was faster than wading through the muck even with his water skates. Before he began to drift downward he swapped to the slate in midair and used cryonis to make himself another stepping stone. He could see the direction Ms. Fortune was so earnestly headed and, taking a moment to catch his breath and let Cryonis recharge, jumped again. He leaped from ice island to ice island like this until he found some more solid ground, what looked like the waterlogged steeple of some cyclopean temple. The large stones of the stonework made climbing an easy task, and as he reached the top he could see the cliff wall close by.
The creature, though, reared back for another attack. One that took hold of the behatted kid and would have reduced her to a dust stain on the side of the cliff face if not for Ms. Fortunes own intervention. The rest of the hands swept across the beach toward him, a balled up fist streaming toward him. He set his stance of the steeple roof, Lynel shield held out, and as the hand came in he lashed out at it and sent the fist that had come for him spinning away with enough disorienting force that it flopped into the beach tar. There was some satisfaction in that, but more in turning his bow and pumping a few more arrows into the creatures shoulder eye from his new vantage point.
He didn't think his simple arrows were what ultimately took the creature down, but he swelled with pride as he watched it fall over and shatter anyway. It's life had been short, violent, and full of grief and rage. At this point, though, Link was beyond caring for it. It was dead, finally. It was never coming back. The wave of darkness that swept across them, wiping away the distortions of the beach, assured them of that.
He collapsed onto his rear in the cool sand as the adrenaline finally began leaving his body. For the first time since perhaps they had entered the Maw he felt himself truly relax, allowing the exhaustion in his muscles and the wholly natural hunger that threatened to bore a hole in his stomach crawl to the forefront of his mind. While he rested, there were still things to do. Geralt strode out into the field of odd golden crystals an took the Guardian's spirit into himself. The change wasn't drastic, and none of the creatures vengeful violent nature had seeped into the Witcher's psyche. As this played out Blazermate got to work healing up the Kid's injuries and the others started brainstorming how to get off this cursed isle. Geralt's first suggestion was The Atomos, but Link pulled himself to his feet and shook his head at that idea. "I wouldn't try taking off from this beach." He spoke up, plodding over and looking around. "Who knows where you would end up."
Blazermate and an impatient Junior had the better idea of teleporting out of here, both having set up their contingencies beforehand, but in contrast to Geralt's and Juior's eagerness to leave Blazermate and Rika pointed out the business that they still had on the island. "Hold on, Kamek, I'll come with you. I was planning to search The Maw for survivors anyway. Just give me a minute, I'm going to comb the beach." Grief hardened his face for a moment. "I can't just leave Delsin here."
The mote of rainbow light that represented the mans spirit wasn't hard to find against the drabness of the Beach. He reached down and cupped it in his hand. "For what it's worth, I'm sorry." He said to it, unsure what to do. Delsin had an impressive ability, one that would help immensely in the battles to come, but just taking a comrade as some sort of prize felt dirty right now. He would hold onto it for now, bringing the spirit back to the group and showing it to see if anyone wanted to take up the mans mantle. If no one else wanted to, he would resign himself to carrying Delsin on in his heart, literally.
He also found his sword, buried halfway in the sand. That was good. He didn't want to use Glenn's bequeathment unless he had to, for fear of shattering the sword his friend had fought so hard to find. Satisfied, ready to push on despite the fatigue, he returned to Kamek. "All right, I'm ready. Hopefully they're too disoriented to be hostile."
There's no rule that you can only post once a post cycle. So long as we're not changing scenery we can talk until our tongues turn blue. @Dark Cloud@Majoras End
Linkle
Merge Rate: 33%
Word Count: 952
Level 10 - (27/100) + 2
Location: Frozen Highlands ~ Snowdin
@Dark Cloud@Majoras End
Frisk and Papyrus both seemed pretty out of it. She supposed getting thrown into the deep end of monster fighting and dungeon delving would do that to you. She flashed back to how she had clammed up after her parents had been killed. She had hoped giving them something to do would help put their minds at ease, but maybe they just needed time? She just hoped they weren't as shaken up as she had been.
So she went in and packed all of Treat's things herself (save for the magic fireplace which was way too heavy to pull down the mountain) and, taking hold of one half of the sled, slid it as gently as possible down the mountain and into the town itself.
She marveled at how much bigger Snowdin was than it had seemed from the distance. Albedo led the group round to a street where what Linkle initially mistook for giant snowmen sat amid the quiet houses. As they got close enough to see the undersides of the noses that jutted out from them, though, she realized that they were in fact giant cannons. Maybe even giant robots.
There was no time to consider that as Albedo pointed out a particular house. Linkle parked the sled next to the door and then reached down and princess carried Treat to the door with minimal effort, heedless of the taller girl's weak protests. What opened the door wasn't a doctor like she expected, but a big cat. Before Linkle could react it had bowed and greeted Albedo and the rest of them like a perfect gentlemen. Linkle kicked her shoes on the side of the door, then turned sideways and crab walked inside
The cat, Dromarch as he introduced himself, set about answering the question of how exactly you open a door with no hands by using his dexterous tail. Link watched with interest as she set Treat down so she could sit on the sofa and then monopolized the seat closests to the fire. The tiger turned out to be the healers…pet? Familiar? Servant? Whatever he was, Linkle eagerly raised her hand for cocoa while they waited. Frisk spoke at that too, to Linkle’s relief.
They turned chatty, trying to hearten Papyrus and it was during this conversation that Linkle learned that they were friends. Not only friends, they were from the same world! Not just the world, they were both from this town! Papyrus, sufficiently mollified by his friend, even turned out to have a house which he generously offered to let Treat stay in. “You guys are so lucky you ended up home. Most people I’ve talked to have been scattered to the four winds. I’ve seen, like, three pieces of Hyrule since I started traveling and I don’t think any of them were even from my time. Your house could be your house, but from the future!”
This speculation was put on the back burner as Frisk expressed interest in both her and Albedo’s powers. “If you’re talking about my ice magic, I’m not sure how it works. It’s sort of like my ears, it’s not really mine. Here, let me show you something.”
She reached into her belt and pulled out the bottle where she had stored the creepy man’s spirit and held it up so the two of them could see it floating around in there. “Everyone in the world has a spirit like this. When they die the spirit drifts for a little while before…disappearing? Going to the afterlife?” She looked over at Albedo, an implicit question about where spirits go when they vanish dancing in her eyes. “Well, anyway, if you get them before that you can fuse with them and become part…them?” She dumped the spirit out of the bottle into her palm, holding it up to her chest. “If you put it in here, you get their powers.” She moved it up to her head. “Up here, and that will let you know stuff that they knew. Not memories, but practical stuff. How to shoot guns, how to fight with a sword, how to cook. Stuff like that.” She took the spirit and squeezed it back into the bottle. “You can also make friends with them, so you can summon them for a little while, or crush them and turn them into an item.”
“I didn't know the girl I got my ice powers from.” She said, a regretful tinge in her voice for a moment. “I got her spirit from someone else she had fought. She’s the one that lets me make ice whenever I concentrate on it. Before that all I could do was store up magic and use it to make myself really strong. I don’t know how or why she could do this, just that she could. So now, I can.”
She felt like she could trust the three of them with that sort of information. They seemed like regular, killing averse people. Not like people that would go out and start slaughtering their neighbors for the sake of power. As though they needed another reason not to, though, she flicked her bangs. “Also she turned my hair this color. I used to be blonder than Albedo. Plus, I think I inherited a nasty temper from her. It’s weird, but it’s been super useful so far. Also super unfair, because I’m sure you guys all had to study hard for all your magic.”
She leaned forward after Albedo had had his turn. “Now you guys have to tell me about this cool world where monsters and humans live underground together and haven't wiped one another out. That sounds wild. How much of Snowdin is still Snowdin?”
Link
Word Count: 1860
Level 8 - (09/80) + 6
Location: Carcass Island ~ Where All Things Must Come
"Get down from t-!"
Link's demand was cut off by the roar of Bella's railgun, but he wasn't sure she heard him. While he was trying to tell her to get off his rock she had been in the middle of making what was no doubt a terrible pun.
Unfortunately when relative silence fell they both tried again. "Get off the-," but this time they were interrupted by sound so low and base that it could only have come from the creature. In contrast to that were the high pitched beeps as the stasis wore down, growing higher and higher and louder and louder as the time limit came up and Ms. Fortunes' foolhardy plan of climbing all over that tar monster came close and closer to fruition.
She got the pun out, finally. He couldn't appreciate it. With a final frantic warning of "Idieddoingthis," Link threw himself at the rock and clung flush to the side as the yellow sheen on it shattered and it rocketed through the air toward the creature. He didn't have any kind of plan for how he was going to help Ms. Fortune survive whatever it was she was attempting, and there was no time to strategies with her even before she bailed off the rock mid flight. He followed her lead, letting go of the rock. She shot up toward it's shoulder on a blast of watery blue blood, but he had to settle for pulling out his sail cloth and drifting through the air in front of it.
They both missed their target. Link's boulder went too low, Ms. Fortune's human drill went too high. Worse than that, Ms. Fortune got stuck in the tar of the creature's body just as he feared she would. He angled himself to drift closer to the creature, get close enough that maybe he could use Cryonis to help her out of that sticky situation, but before he could he found his path blocked by the tar balloons that the creature spewed from its neck. Her angled himself left and right, weaving between the things as they passed by and floated down to the battlefield. He could avoid them, but he couldn't get any closer and he was drifting lower all the time.
It was while he drifted through an aerial minefield that the creature began attacking in earnest. It lifted up its fingers out of the waves, a simple movement that sucked the cat girl deeper into its body. Giving up on the cryonis plan, he dropped. He switched to the bow mid fall. If he couldn't get to Ms. Fortune than the only hope was to kill the creature before she could be fully absorbed. Time slowed down as he aimed for the eye and fired, adding an arrow to the bullets, darts, and cannon shells the others had already blasted into the eye. He pulled back another arrow, catching out of the corner of his eye one of the creature's fingers coming toward him like an eel. A hand grasped for him on the end of it, opening and closing in slow motion. He ignored it, put the other arrow into the eye. He grabbed another one, pulled it back...
Pure fatigue forced him back into normal time, the strain of maintaining the focus too much for him at the moment. He felt himself dropping for a moment, then the golden hand slammed into his side and squeezed around his chest like a child holding a doll. He could feel the Sheikah Slate digging into him, being pressed flush to his side. He grasped onto it as much as it grasped him, taking the moment to catch his breath in its embrace, before it started reeling him in. It was at least pulling him higher than he had been. If he could just free himself, cut this cord and redeploy his sailcloth then...
His heart dropped into his stomach as he called the broken straight sword into his hand, the most fallback of all fallback weapons. He would have felt more secure holding one of Larry's butcher knives, but it was literally the last cutting he had left. Everything else had been used up. He swung it at the tar, but it left a shallow cut even in that soft substance. He chopped again, a little of the gunk flying off, but he didn't make any progress. He swung again, and again, but the dull blade would cut deep enough and the tar was fighting back. It was reforming in the wound whenever he slowed down even slightly and the mass of the creature's arm was growing ever closer. Soon he would be in the same situation as Ms. Fortune. He needed a blade. He needed a real blade!
He looked up from his work, shocked to see something rising out of the tar of the cord. It looked like a man, indistinct save for a cape blowing in the wind and hair that spiked straight up. He drew the broken sword back, ready to defend himself from whatever this new attack was, but he didn't feel any hostility from the figure. Instead it seemed familiar. Then the figure took a sword hanging from its side and thrust it hilt first toward him. Recognition flashed in Link's eyes and he lowered the sword, everything else about his situation forgotten in this moment. Time stood still.
"Glenn?" He asked, his voice trembling. There came no answer from the figure in front of him, but the sword was unmistakable. Unmistakable and real, solid in a way Glenn just wasn't. His eye went back and forth from the sword to the apparition and back, indecisive. "It's your sword, not mine."
The apparition shook its head. It hadn't been his sword, either. Not until he took it up. He thrust the pommel into Link's chest, hard enough to hurt, meeting Link's gaze with an insistent stare. He felt the weight of both settling on him. It was more than a sword he was being bequeathed, it was the will of Glenn the knight. What he had inherited from Cyrus. Then the apparition nodded its head, and Link nodded back. "It would be my honor."
He took the blade in one hand, wrapped the other around the hilt, and drew. The Masamune flashed in even in the dim moonlight, and as he brought it down on the strand that bound him. Glenn was gone, the man vanishing with what looked like a satisfied smile as the holy blade cleaved clean through the tar where he had emerged. The hand gripping him crumbled as they fell, accompanying Link's descent with a hail of glittering gold.
The sword vanished into the Slate as he again took out his sailcloth and sailed backwards. The patch where Ms. Fortune had been trapped was now encased in the same gold crystal, but a quick sweep of the beach from his vantage point showed him that she was now down there. Turning back to the creature, it threw out its arms and unleashed a horde of ghostly golden specters, far more hostile than the one he had just dealt with. As they came for him, ready to tackle him out of the air, he stowed the sailcloth and dropped. Unperturbed, they angled downward after him. He had Slate access again though, and met their charge with a bomb he tossed straight up. The explosion popped them all like Chu jelly, scattering golden goo into the tar as he landed on the hull of a half submerged dingy. The hard landing sent him to his knees, and all around him he could hear the sound of his comrades putting everything they had into the colossus that towered over the beach.
As he started getting back to his feet he spotted a face emerging from the muck. Far more familiar to him than the specter of the man Glenn truly was. He had to give Glenn even more thanks, because if he had been surprised by this face with no forewarning he might have fainted. You could have mistaken her head for an odd fish in all this muck, but then the rest of her emerged. A kindly face, a smooth and slender body built for moving swiftly through the water. A blue scarf wrapped around her body, somehow clean despite the tar it emerged from. Shyly, she took a case she was holding and slid it toward him across the wood. Then she smiled, and sank without a word.
"Wait, Mipha!" He said, starting to crawl toward her. Then he felt another case hit him right on the head. He only caught the fleeting shadow of the one who dropped it, sweeping over him and across the tar before vanishing abruptly. Link could only imagine how smug the look on his face had been.
Another case landed next to him, and he spotted a statuesque woman giving him a casual wave. She pointed past him, and he turned just in time to catch the big case a giant jolly looking Goron had hucked directly at him. With a thumbs up the Goron too sank back beneath the muck. He smiled, and gave it right back. It seemed as though all the ghosts of his old regrets had come back to cheer him on. The worst thing he could do was disappoint them. He set to opening all their gifts.
Mipha's contained a pink heart, and simply touching it cased the pain in his legs and left side to instantly diminish.
Ravli had gifted him a bow. Not the best bow, but the bow best suited to striking distant targets.
Urbosa had thrown him a Thunderstorm Rod. He wondered if she was encouraging him to get her back in the fight as soon as possible.
Daruk, true to his style, had thrown an entire Savage Lynel Shield at him. If it hadn't been in the case he probably would have died from it, but as it was he put it on as soon as possible.
He stood, feeling like a man renewed, and pulled out the bow he had been given. He just wished he had some better firepower. As though in response to his thoughts, the shipgirl he had fused with popped out of the surf and tossed another case to him. This one he caught as the girl vanished with a short salute. He popped open this one to find a bundle of Bomb Arrows, five in all.
He used them up, firing them all off into the eye of the creature before switching to the thunder rod and sending sparking balls of electricity it's way. He called out to the Siren and Cia, the women appearing beside him and joining in with balls of darkness and single sonic blast as Link unloaded everything he had at this monster.
<Snipped quote by Lugubrious>
My next question is, could there be something there that might point to where Sans may have gone?
Linkle could point to where Sans has gone.
Link
Word Count: 979
Level 8 - (05/80) + 4
Location: Carcass Island ~ Kosm's Beach
@DracoLunaris@Archmage MC
The only reason that a scream of frustration didn't explode out of his mouth was that his throat was already spent from the first one.
The second that he had seen Sakura's shoe blow through that monster's skull it was as though the weight of the world had been lifted off his shoulders. It was dead. Gone. Crumpled into ash and carried away by the surf. It, and the profound danger it presented to everyone around him, had finally come to an end. He didn't feel any exhilaration in the victory. Fear and fatigue had sapped the celebratory spirit from him, and he knew that back the way they had come was an army of monsters who had been praying to the creature they had just destroyed. It would be a hard fought battle back to their little airship. For now, at least for now though, they were safe.
It was Ms. Fortune that alerted him to how wrong he was, and he really should have noticed it sooner. According to what Linkle had told him, something was supposed to happen when The Guardian died. He had never seen what it looked like, but she had described it as a wave of darkness. He had seen its after effects though. It had to have been what had transformed the black void where they had done battle with the Dragon into the beautiful and serene Eryth Sea. Not only that, but she was right. They couldn't see the spirit of the creature anywhere.
What they could see were the changes that began to take place on this impossible beach. Gravity went haywire, bodies and liquid lifting into the air, and from the beach itself a black liquid started rising from the ground to consume the rocks and corpses not lucky enough to be lifted up. Link knelt down as he watched, gingerly lifting the nearby Junior up out of the surf as the liquid spread. Far from the clear water and floating islands, the defeat of the Guardian had made the island more treacherous instead of less. Things began to rise from the liquid, things that couldn't possibly have been just hiding under the sand. Boat's and debris he could believe, but when the roofs of buildings began rising out of the soup he was convinced that something even stranger was going on.
The cause of all this was apparent as soon as it stepped out of the thickening fog. A colossal beast stood there out in the surf, focusing on them with a single eye. There wasn't any doubt in Link's mind about what it was. Just like with Bowser, when they had knocked it down it had just risen again. Stronger. More adult than it was before. Less one head, thankfully, but not dead. He wondered whether or not the thing was an adult yet, or if it still had a ways to go?
How many times were they going to have to kill this thing? It had taken everything they had just to keep up with it until now! The feeling of that relief being ripped away was like having his legs torn off.
Then it took one slow, ponderous step toward them and far from being intimidated he felt his spirits lift just a little bit. "At least we finally slowed it down," he breathed out, giving a quick look around at anyone who couldn't glide across the tar. The Kid was still with the Cadet, and he trusted that Ms.Fortune would be able to jump to one of those new buildings if she had too. Geralt would be impossible to carry, but he had that platform he could summon and if this tar was deep enough for buildings he didn't doubt that it was deep enough for that thing. Blazermate, though, didn't look like she was in any shape to take flight after that lightning strike. It was a miracle to him that she was even still functional, but it seemed as though she was built Guardian tough.
“Rika?” He said, placing the Prince in the abyssals arms. “Take care. Try not to let him fall in the tar.” Making sure she could carry him, Link nodded and skated over to where Blazrmate had landed. “Come on, let’s get you someplace safer.” He said, scooping the Medabot up before turning back toward what was left of the beach and powering toward it at top speed. Spying one of the building tops just starting to push its way up out of the tar. He drifted over to it and set Blazermate down to recuperate, watching to make sure the building was still rising before setting off to deal with the less pressing concern of the giant monster.
It’s reduction in speed opened up opportunities for tactics that would have worked on the fast and chaotic juvenile forms. Not all of the rocks that had come down when it shattered the cliff had yet sunk, and Link made a beeline right for the biggest one that he could spot. Pulling out the slate he bound this one in golden chains, just like its brother before it. Putting the rock between himself and the tarred colossus advancing on the beach he began wailing on the frozen rock with the Ro Cestus. He needed to give it enough power to fly as straight as possible, hit it in just the right places so it flew at the correct angle. This was, admittedly, farther than he had ever attempted to throw a boulder like this before but with the reduced gravity he believed that it could make the journey.
He slid back as the timer on Stasis began to tick down. If he had done this right, it would hit. If he had done this perfectly, it would fly right into the creature's new eye.
Linkle
Merge Rate: 33%
Word Count: 296
Level 10 - (26/100) + 1
Location: Frozen Highlands ~ Snowdin - Treat's Doll House
@Dark Cloud@Majoras End
Linkle quirked an eyebrow at the Stalfos. What on earth did he mean "why?" His response triggered just as much confusion in her as her summery execution of the man had inspired in him. She tilted her head, puzzling out what it was about this situation that would be unclear or hard to understand. Maybe he just hadn't been filled in on the circumstances on the way here. "You know the wolf girl?" She answered. "He was living in her walls and creeping on her and got so scared of her taking off that he was gonna' 'disassemble' her. Lucky I was here, so that couldn't have happened." She puffed out her chest, full of the same pride an exterminator feels when they bag a particularly large rat.
Speaking of things that scurry around where they weren't wanted, she turned back to the pile of ash that had once been the man and zeroed in on the his spirit. As she crouched down and swept some of the ash away to scoop it up, Albedo asked about of she felt. Reaching over and feeling down her arm and the side of her chest, she flinched slightly as she pinched down at a few spots. "A little bruised maybe. I really couldn't dodge in the dark, and he could see a little better than me I think. Other than that and the sweat I worked up, I'm fine."
Upon learning that that Stalfos was named Papyrus, and the happy news that Treat had gotten out of the basement A-OK (though with the caveat that she had hurt herself in her haste to get Linkle's weapons, a statement that made the girl flinch worse than any bruise), the small group bid farewell to the basemen and ascended up the ladder back into the the sunlight.
Linkle waved down at the stricken wolf girl with both arms as she descended the stairs. "I told you I was good at this!" She said, picking out the pace and taking the stairs two or three at a time.
"This isn't going to be any trouble." Linkle said eagerly as they began discussing getting the girl to a town so she could get her leg looked at, though thinking about it one obstacle did present itself. "Hey Papyrus, you're pretty tall." She said. Tall and strong went together pretty often. "Do you think you could carry a cool magic fireplace?"
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