Hello There Every Person

Hello everyone! Sparkler here, and welcome to our lovely corner of Sugar Rush! Now that my friends and I have found ourselves a little home, we're defiantly here to stay. And though I may still not be welcome here by many of you sprites, I'm still not looking for a fight. Just good times with my friends and my now little brother Chase. Active roleplay oc blog for the movie, Wreck-it Ralph. Status: Sparkler cannot leave Sugar Rush without consequences. By the orders of the Heads of Sugar Rush, Sparkler now also wears a virus proof suit, that both hinders her abilities and prevents her from disintegrating things. The removal of the suit takes three keys, however there are others ways that have yet to be discovered. M!A on hold: Bloody Mary 8 hrs for Sparkler, Pink Elephants 6 hrs for Sparkler, Baby Mine 1 week for both Perm!A: none

[wild-champion]

It took some time... but slowly, Link began to breathe with her, albeit still shaky and struggling.

[sparkler-v]

She continued the exaggerated motion, nodding in approval before she turned away to dig into her pack. Retrieving a glittering cool Ice Rod from her inventory, then held in out for him to take.

"Hold this in both of your hands. It should help."

[wild-champion]

He hesitated... but eventually lifted his hands to take it, his fingers weak and fumbling.

He wasn't sure why she wanted him to have it... but if she thought it might help, then surely it would.

[sparkler-v]

The moment his hands wrapped around it, a shot of cold fired up his arms. Sending something akin to an electric shock smashing through the fog, directly to his brain as the new sensation demanded his attention over the loop of fear.

"Keep breathing," Irene instructed, closing the gap between them as she laid her hand on the Ice Rod and guided it closer to him.

"Its more effective of a grounding technique if you hold it closer to your veins and arteries. Such as those in your neck, though contact with your face should deliver an effective shock as well."

[wild-champion]

Link flinched and his breath hitched, catching in his throat as the chill settled into him.

For a moment, he had the wild urge to fling it away from himself. But... he trusted Irene more than he did himself right now.

[sparkler-v]

She didn't seem concerned by his reaction to the shock, though maybe a little sympathetic as she moved her hand to his shoulder. Allowing him to pull the Ice Rod away from himself whenever he needed to.

"Focus on the cold and your breathing... close your eyes if you need and try to center yourself... Let it pass."

[wild-champion]

... With some small difficulty, Link began breathing again, albeit shallowly.

If he could just... get a full breath...

[sparkler-v]

Irene remained by his side the entire time, waiting patiently for the panic and fear to subside.

Slow and steady. No need to rush. Just one breath at a time...

"I'm not surprised you came here," Irene muttered, squeezing his shoulder as she gazed out towards the village, "In truth, I'm more surprised you didn't sneak off sooner... And, in truth.. I wanted to come here as well."

[wild-champion]

It took some time... but slowly, Link began to breathe with her, albeit still shaky and struggling.

[sparkler-v]

She continued the exaggerated motion, nodding in approval before she turned away to dig into her pack. Retrieving a glittering cool Ice Rod from her inventory, then held in out for him to take.

"Hold this in both of your hands. It should help."

[wild-champion]

He hesitated... but eventually lifted his hands to take it, his fingers weak and fumbling.

He wasn't sure why she wanted him to have it... but if she thought it might help, then surely it would.

[sparkler-v]

The moment his hands wrapped around it, a shot of cold fired up his arms. Sending something akin to an electric shock smashing through the fog, directly to his brain as the new sensation demanded his attention over the loop of fear.

"Keep breathing," Irene instructed, closing the gap between them as she laid her hand on the Ice Rod and guided it closer to him.

"Its more effective of a grounding technique if you hold it closer to your veins and arteries. Such as those in your neck, though contact with your face should deliver an effective shock as well."

[wild-champion]

Link flinched and his breath hitched, catching in his throat as the chill settled into him.

For a moment, he had the wild urge to fling it away from himself. But... he trusted Irene more than he did himself right now.

[sparkler-v]

She didn't seem concerned by his reaction to the shock, though maybe a little sympathetic as she moved her hand to his shoulder. Allowing him to pull the Ice Rod away from himself whenever he needed to.

"Focus on the cold and your breathing... close your eyes if you need and try to center yourself... Let it pass."

[wild-champion]

It took some time... but slowly, Link began to breathe with her, albeit still shaky and struggling.

[sparkler-v]

She continued the exaggerated motion, nodding in approval before she turned away to dig into her pack. Retrieving a glittering cool Ice Rod from her inventory, then held in out for him to take.

"Hold this in both of your hands. It should help."

[wild-champion]

He hesitated... but eventually lifted his hands to take it, his fingers weak and fumbling.

He wasn't sure why she wanted him to have it... but if she thought it might help, then surely it would.

[sparkler-v]

The moment his hands wrapped around it, a shot of cold fired up his arms. Sending something akin to an electric shock smashing through the fog, directly to his brain as the new sensation demanded his attention over the loop of fear.

"Keep breathing," Irene instructed, closing the gap between them as she laid her hand on the Ice Rod and guided it closer to him.

"Its more effective of a grounding technique if you hold it closer to your veins and arteries. Such as those in your neck, though contact with your face should deliver an effective shock as well."

[wild-champion]

It took some time... but slowly, Link began to breathe with her, albeit still shaky and struggling.

[sparkler-v]

She continued the exaggerated motion, nodding in approval before she turned away to dig into her pack. Retrieving a glittering cool Ice Rod from her inventory, then held in out for him to take.

"Hold this in both of your hands. It should help."

[wild-champion]

Link didn't notice at first - the panic stealing his breath was beginning to ebb, but it was still occupying much of his attention. When someone entered his field of view, however, it spiked again.

Stupid-! He'd been reckless, breaking down here...! He should've realized someone might still be here! Possibly someone hostile...!!

He scrambled shakily to his feet before he'd even registered who it was.

[sparkler-v]

Meanwhile, the person stopped dead in their tracks as he scrambled back. An arm partly stretched out before the motion was aborted and they shifted back. Only to pause, glancing down to find the abandoned Sheikah Slate touching their foot. Though the motion was brief, their eyes returning to Link as they made no move for the device.

Instead they placating held up their hands as her voice tried to break through the fog. A familiar voice, one that he'd heard recently yet at the same time had been wrong. Had come from a familiar face, yet her eyes held no memory of him. Yet now...

Now, there was warmth in those eyes. A certain warmth that was reserved only for him as Irene spoke to him.

"Link."

[wild-champion]

Link hesitated, mouth opening a little... though no words came to him. Only the ragged, strained breathing that never seemed to provide him enough air.

In his strained state, he couldn't think well enough to parse out whether this was Irene or Trissa he was seeing. But either way, it wasn't the hostile enemy he'd imagined up.

[sparkler-v]

After a moment of caution, Irene slowly lowered her hands and took a step forward.

"Link. Can you hear me?"

[wild-champion]

... Slowly, Link nodded.

Yes, he could hear her. He wasn't quite that far gone. Not anymore, at least...

[sparkler-v]

She nodded in return, offering that small yet reassuring smile that she usually did.

"Can you watch me?"

Slowly, she began to exaggerate her breathing. Gesturing with her hand in encouragement, as she wordlessly urged him to follow along.

Deep breaths, in and out. Slow and steady, over and over again...

[wild-champion]

Link didn't notice at first - the panic stealing his breath was beginning to ebb, but it was still occupying much of his attention. When someone entered his field of view, however, it spiked again.

Stupid-! He'd been reckless, breaking down here...! He should've realized someone might still be here! Possibly someone hostile...!!

He scrambled shakily to his feet before he'd even registered who it was.

[sparkler-v]

Meanwhile, the person stopped dead in their tracks as he scrambled back. An arm partly stretched out before the motion was aborted and they shifted back. Only to pause, glancing down to find the abandoned Sheikah Slate touching their foot. Though the motion was brief, their eyes returning to Link as they made no move for the device.

Instead they placating held up their hands as her voice tried to break through the fog. A familiar voice, one that he'd heard recently yet at the same time had been wrong. Had come from a familiar face, yet her eyes held no memory of him. Yet now...

Now, there was warmth in those eyes. A certain warmth that was reserved only for him as Irene spoke to him.

"Link."

[wild-champion]

Link hesitated, mouth opening a little... though no words came to him. Only the ragged, strained breathing that never seemed to provide him enough air.

In his strained state, he couldn't think well enough to parse out whether this was Irene or Trissa he was seeing. But either way, it wasn't the hostile enemy he'd imagined up.

[sparkler-v]

After a moment of caution, Irene slowly lowered her hands and took a step forward.

"Link. Can you hear me?"

[wild-champion]

Link didn't notice at first - the panic stealing his breath was beginning to ebb, but it was still occupying much of his attention. When someone entered his field of view, however, it spiked again.

Stupid-! He'd been reckless, breaking down here...! He should've realized someone might still be here! Possibly someone hostile...!!

He scrambled shakily to his feet before he'd even registered who it was.

[sparkler-v]

Meanwhile, the person stopped dead in their tracks as he scrambled back. An arm partly stretched out before the motion was aborted and they shifted back. Only to pause, glancing down to find the abandoned Sheikah Slate touching their foot. Though the motion was brief, their eyes returning to Link as they made no move for the device.

Instead they placating held up their hands as her voice tried to break through the fog. A familiar voice, one that he'd heard recently yet at the same time had been wrong. Had come from a familiar face, yet her eyes held no memory of him. Yet now...

Now, there was warmth in those eyes. A certain warmth that was reserved only for him as Irene spoke to him.

"Link."

[wild-champion]

Link froze, a new source of anxiety adding to the rapidly growing pool. If he answered, she... she would see where he was. If she didn't already know.

Panic surging, he dropped the device, flinching as it clattered against the stone shrine pad.

[sparkler-v]

It was likely that she knew he was here. She always had a way of finding things out, though was it really bad if she knew he was here...?

Two was next. Two had something to do with smell...

... Maybe it was better to skip two, though that just left taste...

[wild-champion]

... It was no use. Everything had crumbled beneath him. He was drowning in his own panic!

He couldn't breathe...!

[sparkler-v]

The world blurred around him, loosing focus as he slipped deeper.

The Sheikah Slate chimed again, though whether the sound was lost in the fog clouding his head was unclear.

Sparkler's methods weren't working, but then what could he do? How could he get himself out of this...?

[wild-champion]

... He didn't know.

He wrapped his arms around his legs, the feeling of isolation from before back and stronger than ever.

Maybe... they had been right to hide this from him. Maybe he was just... weak...

[sparkler-v]

The Sheikah Slate grew quiet, its screen growing dark as it laid there far in the grass where it'd clattered away from him. Leaving him all alone, with nothing but his thoughts and the cool night air surrounding him.

.... At least it was that way... for a time...

A voice touched his ear through the fog clouding his mind, trying to reach him. Calling his name as if through a curtain of water, as the blurred shape of a person entered his field of vision.

[wild-champion]

Link froze, a new source of anxiety adding to the rapidly growing pool. If he answered, she... she would see where he was. If she didn't already know.

Panic surging, he dropped the device, flinching as it clattered against the stone shrine pad.

[sparkler-v]

It was likely that she knew he was here. She always had a way of finding things out, though was it really bad if she knew he was here...?

Two was next. Two had something to do with smell...

... Maybe it was better to skip two, though that just left taste...

[wild-champion]

... It was no use. Everything had crumbled beneath him. He was drowning in his own panic!

He couldn't breathe...!

[sparkler-v]

The world blurred around him, loosing focus as he slipped deeper.

The Sheikah Slate chimed again, though whether the sound was lost in the fog clouding his head was unclear.

Sparkler's methods weren't working, but then what could he do? How could he get himself out of this...?

[wild-champion]

Link froze, a new source of anxiety adding to the rapidly growing pool. If he answered, she... she would see where he was. If she didn't already know.

Panic surging, he dropped the device, flinching as it clattered against the stone shrine pad.

[sparkler-v]

It was likely that she knew he was here. She always had a way of finding things out, though was it really bad if she knew he was here...?

Two was next. Two had something to do with smell...

... Maybe it was better to skip two, though that just left taste...

[wild-champion]

Five things... Five things he could see.

With some difficulty, he began with the shrine pad under his boots. Then the grass growing around it. The smoke rising from the smoldering fires. The ruin of Impa's home. And the tall cliffs surrounding the village. The cliffs that were supposed to mean safety.

Five things... and yet his heart still hammered in his chest.

[sparkler-v]

That was five, that meant four was next.

Four things... four....

Smell, no! Touch! Touch was next. Four things he could touch! What was he touching?

[wild-champion]

Right now...? Nothing. Nothing but the feel of his gloves against his hand. That was one thing.

Still, he fought the constricting in his chest, slowly, shakily lowering himself down on the shrine pad.

Two - the soft, cool feeling of the unnaturally smooth stonework below him. What else... The breeze, though tainted by the smell of smoke, was soft and cool against him. That was three things. What was one more...?

[sparkler-v]

A bright light began to glow in the corner of his vision, accompanied by a chime down at his waist where his Sheikah Slate hung.

The Sheikah Slate... its smooth screen was something he could touch...

Then after that came three. Three, three... Three things he could hear...

[wild-champion]

Three things...

The wind rustling the nearby tree was one, to be certain. And the activation sound of the Sheikah Slate was another, as he brushed his hand over it and brought it around to see.

One more thing... competing with a numb, muted curiosity at what the notification meant.

There were no animals. No people. Nothing at all to make a third noise here.

[sparkler-v]

It wasn't a message delivered to the Sheikah Slate, but a call as the screen displayed a familiar icon and an even more familiar name.

Irene.

[wild-champion]

Five things... Five things he could see.

With some difficulty, he began with the shrine pad under his boots. Then the grass growing around it. The smoke rising from the smoldering fires. The ruin of Impa's home. And the tall cliffs surrounding the village. The cliffs that were supposed to mean safety.

Five things... and yet his heart still hammered in his chest.

[sparkler-v]

That was five, that meant four was next.

Four things... four....

Smell, no! Touch! Touch was next. Four things he could touch! What was he touching?

[wild-champion]

Right now...? Nothing. Nothing but the feel of his gloves against his hand. That was one thing.

Still, he fought the constricting in his chest, slowly, shakily lowering himself down on the shrine pad.

Two - the soft, cool feeling of the unnaturally smooth stonework below him. What else... The breeze, though tainted by the smell of smoke, was soft and cool against him. That was three things. What was one more...?

[sparkler-v]

A bright light began to glow in the corner of his vision, accompanied by a chime down at his waist where his Sheikah Slate hung.

The Sheikah Slate... its smooth screen was something he could touch...

Then after that came three. Three, three... Three things he could hear...

[wild-champion]

Five things... Five things he could see.

With some difficulty, he began with the shrine pad under his boots. Then the grass growing around it. The smoke rising from the smoldering fires. The ruin of Impa's home. And the tall cliffs surrounding the village. The cliffs that were supposed to mean safety.

Five things... and yet his heart still hammered in his chest.

[sparkler-v]

That was five, that meant four was next.

Four things... four....

Smell, no! Touch! Touch was next. Four things he could touch! What was he touching?

[wild-champion]

The thought of that place sent a chill down his spine.

Every time he'd set foot in that village since Sparkler's arrival, it had not been a pleasant experience. From thievery to nerve-wracking observation to a stealth rescue mission, every second cumulated and set his skin to crawling now.

... Although... the more he thought about it... the less that initial repulsion seemed to feel like a big deal.

Would it really be so bad to see for himself...? If the danger was truly cleared out, what was the harm? Sure, it was still unnerving to think of the place being fully empty of people. But... could he really trust his friends to give him a straight answer, when they'd proven they would rather keep him ignorant of their activities?

[sparkler-v]

They really couldn't stop him. They wouldn't be able to sugarcoat or soften the blow of the gruesome events that had taken place there. After all, a fresh battlefield painted a detailed story of its own that was difficult to describe in words.

Plus, Twilight had left for the village while he was asleep, so it only seemed fair that he did the same.

[wild-champion]

... It was only fair... Some small part of him recognized how petty the logic was. But the larger, louder part ultimately won out.

He reached for the Sheikah Slate, determined to witness whatever he could.

[sparkler-v]

There was no one to stop him, no one to try to suggest a different path before the wisps of blue light began to surround him. Summoned by the simple act of tapped his desired location on the screen. Carrying him off half way across the world, until his feet touched the ground once more upon the Travel Gate set into Kakariko's own Shrine overlooking the village.

Or at least what was left of the village...

Smoke rose from buildings across the village that were once aflame, curling into his nose like a warning of danger ahead. Danger that he knew had long since passed, though left its mark upon the once lively village. Now left silent with only the sound of the wind brushing past the wooden ornaments that still hung to greet him.

From his position overlooking the village, it was clear very little had been spared. Walls of buildings splintered and caved in from points of the heavy impact of... something. Rooftops torn to shreds where enormous claws left deep scars across their thatched surface. The local waterwheel was missing from its building, spotted smashed through the front of the cucco house across the village from its home.

Several buildings across the village were left entirely collapsed. Nothing but rubble, broken piles of lumber and straw that had not yet burned. Very little across the village had been spared, not even Impa's hut whose rooftop appeared partly burned.

Then there were the scars upon the land itself. An orchard where not one plum tree still stood. A carrot field ravaged, reduced to trampled mush and torn earth. An enormous impact site, right before the stairs leading up to Impa's hut. A site that appeared red, even from where Link stood...

Though there was more to be seen... This was just the view from a distance.

[wild-champion]

The instant he saw it all, Link froze in place, a primal fear churning in his gut.

This... This hadn't been a battle... This was a disaster. A Calamity in miniature, concentrated on one unfortunate point. This was the kind of devastation he had only ever really seen of one other location - the charred rubble of Castle Town.

How...? How could a battle devolve into such carnage?! Not even the fight against the Sheikah had been this bad! A few buildings burned, but... this was on an entirely different level.

Despite the lack of any perceivable enemy, Link felt his fear growing, clawing at his chest, threatening to take him to his knees.

The smell, the sight, a distant memory. One of flashing lights and urgent alarms and...!!

... He couldn't breathe. Why couldn't he breathe?

[sparkler-v]

He'd experienced this before! It had a name. Sparkler had called it... she called it... A panic attack! He was having a panic attack!

She'd helped him through one as well. Jay too, at some point. The help, it had something with breathing and numbers.

Numbers. Eight, ten, maybe... Five! That was right, it started with five!

Five things he could see. What could he see..!

[wild-champion]

The thought of that place sent a chill down his spine.

Every time he'd set foot in that village since Sparkler's arrival, it had not been a pleasant experience. From thievery to nerve-wracking observation to a stealth rescue mission, every second cumulated and set his skin to crawling now.

... Although... the more he thought about it... the less that initial repulsion seemed to feel like a big deal.

Would it really be so bad to see for himself...? If the danger was truly cleared out, what was the harm? Sure, it was still unnerving to think of the place being fully empty of people. But... could he really trust his friends to give him a straight answer, when they'd proven they would rather keep him ignorant of their activities?

[sparkler-v]

They really couldn't stop him. They wouldn't be able to sugarcoat or soften the blow of the gruesome events that had taken place there. After all, a fresh battlefield painted a detailed story of its own that was difficult to describe in words.

Plus, Twilight had left for the village while he was asleep, so it only seemed fair that he did the same.

[wild-champion]

... It was only fair... Some small part of him recognized how petty the logic was. But the larger, louder part ultimately won out.

He reached for the Sheikah Slate, determined to witness whatever he could.

[sparkler-v]

There was no one to stop him, no one to try to suggest a different path before the wisps of blue light began to surround him. Summoned by the simple act of tapped his desired location on the screen. Carrying him off half way across the world, until his feet touched the ground once more upon the Travel Gate set into Kakariko's own Shrine overlooking the village.

Or at least what was left of the village...

Smoke rose from buildings across the village that were once aflame, curling into his nose like a warning of danger ahead. Danger that he knew had long since passed, though left its mark upon the once lively village. Now left silent with only the sound of the wind brushing past the wooden ornaments that still hung to greet him.

From his position overlooking the village, it was clear very little had been spared. Walls of buildings splintered and caved in from points of the heavy impact of... something. Rooftops torn to shreds where enormous claws left deep scars across their thatched surface. The local waterwheel was missing from its building, spotted smashed through the front of the cucco house across the village from its home.

Several buildings across the village were left entirely collapsed. Nothing but rubble, broken piles of lumber and straw that had not yet burned. Very little across the village had been spared, not even Impa's hut whose rooftop appeared partly burned.

Then there were the scars upon the land itself. An orchard where not one plum tree still stood. A carrot field ravaged, reduced to trampled mush and torn earth. An enormous impact site, right before the stairs leading up to Impa's hut. A site that appeared red, even from where Link stood...

Though there was more to be seen... This was just the view from a distance.

[wild-champion]

The thought of that place sent a chill down his spine.

Every time he'd set foot in that village since Sparkler's arrival, it had not been a pleasant experience. From thievery to nerve-wracking observation to a stealth rescue mission, every second cumulated and set his skin to crawling now.

... Although... the more he thought about it... the less that initial repulsion seemed to feel like a big deal.

Would it really be so bad to see for himself...? If the danger was truly cleared out, what was the harm? Sure, it was still unnerving to think of the place being fully empty of people. But... could he really trust his friends to give him a straight answer, when they'd proven they would rather keep him ignorant of their activities?

[sparkler-v]

They really couldn't stop him. They wouldn't be able to sugarcoat or soften the blow of the gruesome events that had taken place there. After all, a fresh battlefield painted a detailed story of its own that was difficult to describe in words.

Plus, Twilight had left for the village while he was asleep, so it only seemed fair that he did the same.

[wild-champion]

And yet, in the midst of it all, they continued to treat him as though he was fragile! As though he would break, should a stiff breeze come!

... Though... perhaps that was at least partially his fault, too... After all, in the wake of Sparkler shattering his worldview, he hadn't exactly... behaved in a heroic way. He'd panicked often... cried a lot... and been... shamefully cowardly and weak, at times. Wanting to leave Hyrule. Falling apart at the theft of the Sheikah Slate. Crumbling at every little attack or challenge to his will.

Why... would someone create a Hero like him...? Surely, there had to have been better options not taken.

He slowed to a stop near the Goddess Statue, feeling lost and alone in the darkness of the night.

[sparkler-v]

Maybe there could have been better options. Who could possibly know? Despite their worries and fears, not one of his friends seemed doubtful in his role as the Hero. Though occasionally their concerns did overextend to being a bit overbearing. Sometimes even treading close to pitying, but rarely did they not express confidence in him. Especially as he had proven himself to be strong.

And yet...

One of them at least had to know why someone like him would be chosen for the role as Hero. Someone who knew him, perhaps better then he knew himself or at the very least had observed him long enough to put together a confident answer. Someone who had witnessed his journey, in and out of game so that he could know why the Programmers had chosen to create someone like him.

Though... there wasn't anyone really like that. Was there... Sparkler had been there for most of his out of game journey, but not at all for the in game one. She didn't know nearly enough about the in game lore that determined his place in the middle of it all either.

Twilight had been with him, though he was the one he was upset with right now. And though he aware of how the game's story would be told, he hadn't really experienced it by his side. The Player having never used the Amiibo needed to summon the veteran hero to their aid.

That left no one... Though that wasn't exactly true.

Irene and Jay...

In another version of this game, they would have traveled along side him. Fight along side him, walked with him, laughed with him, cried with him...

They had memories of his entire journey, of him at his best and at his worst. Of every moment when his role at the Hero would've been questioned, and of every second it fit him like a glove. Then this out of game journey, this storm he'd endured. Irene had been with him, one of his greatest sources of support from the moment he'd rescued her.

Yes, she did hold him back at times. Especially when he needed some sense knocked into him. But she never, ever lacked confidence in him. Not even when he'd sworn to the trustworthiness of a certain virus that could've killed him, or at the very least taken advantage of him. She'd been understandably wary, but she'd trusted him...

Perhaps, if he were to seek an answer to his question, maybe she might have something close to one.

[wild-champion]

... Only... Twilight had mentioned her - supposedly working on the Code with Maz Koshia.

Had she known of this deception? Had she taken part? Was every friend of his determined to lie or keep him in the dark, just to spare him burdens he was destined to shoulder anyway...?!

... He felt sick. He felt... trapped... penned in by the walls of a town that had abruptly become small and suffocating to him.

If only he could justify the risk of leaving for a time.

After a long period of simply standing, he shuffled over to the wall, sinking down in the shadow of the Goddess Statue beside him.

[sparkler-v]

... Well... there was one place he could probably justify visiting. Even though doing so might get him in a bit of trouble later.

Kakariko Village.

According to Twilight, the danger there had been thoroughly dealt with and it was unlikely their enemies would return. Now it was likely the only people there were cleaning up the mess left behind from the battle.

He could go there and see for himself what had taken place without him before all the evidence was covered up.