SplitDark RP

Shared roleplay/reblog account for Ask Dark Young Link and Ask Adult Dark Link. If you're following this blog, you should also follow Oracles RP. Trust me on this. Triforce-Kun [the admin]'s Tumblr is located here. I'll probably reply mostly with stock reaction/talking images here, or plain text.

[oraclesrp]

The third man’s eyes went to the one on the ground, to the man still slumped against the bar, and then to Dark. He took a step back, wide eyed. “You’re a fucking monster,” he rasped.

[splitdarkrp]

Dark lowered his arms to his sides again, a bitter smile playing across his face. "Realized that just in time, didn't you?" He didn't wait for a response before turning away. His shadow hand withdrew from the man on the ground, leaving behind five small holes on his hand where the fingers had punctured the skin.

He walked back over to Farore in silence, only meeting her eyes for a moment before glancing away. He already knew he'd reacted badly, but it was difficult to reign in his emotions sometimes. And saying he wasn't a real person...

He knew he wasn't, but he didn't like being reminded.

"We should go," was all he said, staring off at some point to Farore's right.

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The drunk attempted to pull back on his hand. From the burst of pain across his face, it was clear that all he had succeeded in was having the shadows tear further into his skin. A pained, panicked whimper slid between the man’s teeth. And much like a wounded animal, he did the only thing he could think to: kick at Dark’s legs.

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The man's blow grazed Dark as he moved back out of his reach, expression unchanged. ""You're lucky I like to act human, because otherwise I do things like this," He said, before having the hand drag the man to the floor. Blood was already staining the shadows. Dark was angry, but not enough to kill the man. Just enough to shove him around a bit. The hand's grip tightened slightly.

Ignoring the whimpering drunk on the ground, Dark turned his attention to the last of the trio, who hadn't made any moves to attack him. "What about you, then? Smarter than your friends? Or," Dark spread his arms, as if giving the man an opening. "do you want to have a shot at me, too?"

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“Lucky?” The man smirked and stepped forward. “How’d you figure that? What’s to fear from an overgrown boe, huh?” The smile shifted into a smirk and he lunged forward, swinging at Dark’s cheek.

Farore got up from her seat at the bar and craned her neck slightly to try and peer over the crowd. The tension in the air was palpable.  She didn’t like it.

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Dark himself made no move to avoid the punch, but it never reached him. A shadow hand sprang up from the man's own shadow, digging its needle-like fingertips into the skin of his fist, locking itself place. The fingers grew in length, burrowing under the skin like tree roots into the earth. They didn't go very far, but Dark was sure they burned.

"I'm not a fucking boe."

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The man who had been slammed into the bar blinked hard a few times, still reeling as Dark spoke. He mouthed wordlessly for a moment  though whether that was because he couldn’t speak or didn’t know what to say was up for debate.

Another one of the trio had leaned back in alarm, before getting to his feet. He set his glass aside, and smirked. “What? Bother you to hear the truth?” he asked, his words slurred slightly. ” ‘cause yer not. You’re just pretendin’ to be a man. Just a shadow that thinks it can pass for something worth some spit.” He laughed at his own comment.

“Bit of advice,” the drunk chuckled. “You want people to think you’re not just pretending, try hanging around with something a man would actually want to fuck. The ugly cunt you’ve had hanging off you ain’t worth my spit.”

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The noise level in the bar had dropped considerably, and the people closest to Dark the group had backed away slightly, anticipating a fight.

Dark pulled away from the stunned man whose head still laid against the counter, looking coldly at the one who was speaking. "You're lucky that I pretend to be a person," Dark said, voice even. "Because what I really am isn't nearly as nice."

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“Well, there’s your answer—”

Dark attempting to be calm did not quell his emotions. Farore cast her lover a sidelong look for a moment before leaning in; she tried to ignore the drunk that was still chattering away.

“If you’d like, we can leave,” she said. As much as she would prefer not to be cashed out my the ramblings of some drunks, she’d have far preferred that Dark be comfortable.

“—man wouldn’t fuck her. But that explains the boe, doesn’t it? S’not a man, let alone a person. Shadow could only get what no one else wants.”

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Dark set his glass down on the counter hard, finally turning his head to look at the other men. One of them met his eyes briefly, laughing at his own stupid commentary, before looking away. Before Dark had time to think of what he was doing, he'd already moved from his seat, heading towards the group.

One of the men pointed to Dark, and the one who'd called him a boe looked back over his shoulder just in time for Dark to come up behind him and slam his head onto the bar sideways. Dark leaned down, holding the man's head in place, and said with an unsettling amount of calm, "call me less than a person again."

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Farore sighed softly and laid a hand on Dark’s back before taking a sip of her own drink. “They’re not worth the effort,” she murmured. They weren’t the first people she’d ever heard insult her, and they were unlikely to be the last.

“I’d fuck her.” Another one of them laughed. “Supposed to pity the unfortunate and all that shit. Plus, probably hasn’t been decently fucked in a while. Can’t be if she’s got to hang around an oversized boe. At least her tits are decent.”

“Big tits don’t make up for sandpaper skin. Look at all those scars. I can hardly stomach looking at her. Who’d want to touch that?” The one speaking took a swig of his drink. “Wouldn’t even let my dogs fuck a bitch like that. What use is an unattractive woman? Never mind one that looks worse than a gibdos ass?.”

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The boe comment hardly mattered; he'd been called a boe several times during his first few weeks in Termina. Still got called that occasionally. It was the rest of the commentary that grated on his nerves.

The scars. They were impossible not to notice, not to think about. He didn't think they made her unattractive, but they hurt him to look at sometimes. Because they were his fault. Twice. he'd done that to her, and no matter how many times she assured him that she wouldn't hold it against him, he couldn't help but feel guilty.

That these assholes were using them as a way to demean her Triggered both guilt and anger. He sat stiffly in his seat, staring straight ahead at nothing, and kept quiet.

No, they weren't worth the effort. They could talk all they wanted, but talk was worthless. Maybe we should go, he wanted to say, but he swallowed the words. No, it would be selfish to make her leave because he was getting worked up over something that wasn't even directed at him. If she could shrug it off, so could he.

[oraclesrp]

Farore was the first to notice. She was in the process of pulling her hair back out of her face, tying it in place, when she caught some people staring at her from further down the bar. Lips pursed, she looked down.

Staring was not something she was unfamiliar with. People had many reason to stare over the years, and under the tinted lights of the Milk Bar, she knew her skin was even more washed out than normal. She likely looked more deathly than normal.

She tried to shake the thought off and leaned against the bar. “Looks like half of Termina had the same idea as us,” Farore remarked to Dark, glancing around the packed bar. She’d been to busier places—a risk of living with Din for so many years—but crowds never tended to sit well. Sometimes they’d become harmless background noise like the market or a square, and other times they could be a tidal wave. Tonight, however, it seemed the former. 

“Look at that one.” Farore’s ear twitched. She knew what direction that came from. “Ugliest bitch I’ve laid eyes on.”

The former Oracle glanced away from back to the few men sitting just a bit farther down from themselves. One had looked away for the moment, but he was still speaking. 

“No man with any self respect would want to be seen with such a disgusting cunt. Wonder if her vag is as torn up as her face.”

“Probably drier than Ikana. Who’d fuck a hag like that?” another laughed.

Farore sighed and pinched the bridge of her nose. “A few centuries ago talking like that would have been an offense worthy of public shaming,” she mumbled to herself. It wasn’t to say she missed the old punishments—truthfully being treated as a living goddess had been a rather tedious affair—but she did appreciate a fair bit of respect.

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Like that, the mood was broken, and Dark was scowling. "It's still worthy of an arm-breaking, if you ask me." But only because it was spoken to Farore; if they'd chosen to pick on anyone else in the bar, he wouldn't have paid them any mind at all. 

He looked at the group sideways, sniffed, and downed nearly half his drink to keep himself from saying anything to them. For Farore's sake, he'd try to avoid making a scene. That, and he had a decent enough reputation in Clock Town that he didn't want to ruin things over a few obnoxious drunks. Likely they'd move onto another target as long as they were ignored.

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Upon entering the Milk Bar with Farore, Dark immediately noticed how crowded it was. There was even someone playing music on the bar's small stage, though the notes were almost lost amongst the patrons' chatter. Lively in here tonight.

Perhaps it was just because he was just used to being there at obscure hours of the night, when people were typically gone, passed out, or too drunk to even try attempting conversation. and in all honesty, he preferred that; he  disliked noise and crowds. Part of what he liked so much about Ikana was the isolation and the calm.

But he didn't really mind it terribly. He'd gotten used to being around so many people after spending enough time in Clock Town's market with Farore, and the bar, while certainly full, wasn't nearly as crowded as that. Even if the establishment had been bursting at the seams with people, Dark likely wouldn't have cared too much. Being around Farore made unpleasant things much more bearable, and she always put him in good spirits. 

Tonight was no exception; as much as he loved Ikana, it was nice to go out, and even better when Farore was with him. So he was in a great mood when they finally seated themselves at the bar and ordered their drinks, almost having to shout over the shouting and laughter of the other customers. And maybe the upbeat mood in the place rubbed off on him a little, though he wouldn't admit it.

Unfortunately, the mood would be short-lived, as always seemed to happen.

[reluctantherorp]

Link looked back at the ground. “Good to know. Though to be honest, I generally can work out when he’s around.” He looked back at Dark. “Not that you can tell right now, but I don’t actually cast a shadow anymore. Haven’t since I pulled the Master Sword. The only time I have one is, well, when he decides he wants to hang around.”

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Dark hadn't noticed before, and felt stupid for it now. No, Link didn't cast a shadow. "So he's literally your shadow, then." Dark was made differently. He was a shadow, but not Link's shadow. "Interesting. I suppose it makes sense, though; darkness is darkness, after all."

For a moment, Dark found himself wondering if he'd be able to use his shadow manipulation on this other dark being; he was much less solid, after all. He made a note to try it if he ever ran into him again.

[reluctantherorp]

“He bothers me enough to be a bit more than a nuisance.” Link grimaced. “Well, ‘bother’ isn’t a strong enough word for it. More along the lines of stalking with the intent to ruin anything that brings me some sort of pleasure.”

The hero sighed, shoving his hands into his pockets. “He ate a woman I was sleeping with once. It was…. not the best day I’ve had.”

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"I can't imagine it would be," Dark said, frowning. That sounded like normal behavior for a dark being, just going around and causing misery. "I was like that once. I used to hate seeing other people happy because I couldn't be, so I'd ruin things for them. With your shadow, though...well, as I said: he seems to do it for fun."

He stayed silent for a few moments longer, feeling the darkness around them. Nothing, not even the faint, buzzing presence of the Boes; they didn't come too close to town, usually. "Well, for what it's worth, he's not following you tonight. He wouldn't be able to hide in the shadows without me noticing. Part of being made out of darkness--I can sense things hiding in it."

[reluctantherorp]

“No, he doesn’t.” Link shook his head. “He seems to enjoy attempting to drive me mad, but he’s not actually made any attempt to fight me since our meeting in the Water Temple. If he wanted to kill me, I assume he’d have tried by now.”

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"Likely he would have, yes." Dark beings don't really hesitate if they want someone dead. I never have," Dark admitted. "If he hasn't killed you, it's only because he either wants you alive, or doesn't care about you enough to kill you. Though if he likes to bother you a lot, he probably just wants you around for amusement."

[reluctantherorp]

Link turned, rather startled to see the hand waving to him. He watched it carefully for a few moments, before turning back to Dark. “That— …Yeah, I’m rather sick of time-travel myself.”

The hero hesitated, looking back at where the shadow hand had been for a moment, before turning back to Dark. “Do…Can all dark beings do that sort of thing? Manipulate shadows?”

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"I've met two other dark beings. Your shadow, and...well, another of me. Timelines." Dark made a dismissive gesture with his hand. "This other me doesn't seem to be able to manipulate the darkness, but he can shadow walk, and adjust his weight--that's how we manage to stand on swords, by the way. Your shadow, however..."

Dark had spent about a day and a half in the other shadow's company, and seen him do some small amounts of shadow manipulation, but who's to say he couldn't do more than just shifting around some shadows? "I'm not sure about yours. He's still young, but much closer to the shadows than I am. Much less solid. I've had about eight years to learn all I know--and you haven't seen a fraction of it--so given time, he could become much more dangerous."

Dark glanced sideways at Link, raising an eyebrow. "Does he still want you dead?"

[reluctantherorp]

Link blinked hard as the shadows were ushered away from him. He managed a shaky smile, a bit stunned by the display. “I wonder why it works differently.” The smile strengthened somewhat. The surprise was fading. “Perhaps its for the better. I can’t see a warp song being terribly useful for you.”

Shadows tended to be able to slip away into the shadows. he imagined Dark could do that, just as his own shadow did. A warp song really wouldn’t do him any good, would it?

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"I can walk through the shadows themselves, so no, the warp songs wouldn't be terribly useful. As for why they don't work..." Dark had considered it before, but he wasn't completely sure. "Probably something to do with me being an 'evil' creature and those places being sacred in some way or another. Most of what the ocarina does is shadow manipulation, which I can already do on my own, with a thought."

To prove his point, another shadow hand popped up beside Link and tapped him on the shoulder, waving when it had caught his attention. "Though even if I could do what you could in the Ocarina of Time, I don't think I'd want to. I've had enough time-travel messes secondhand."

[reluctantherorp]

Link eyed the ocarina curiously for a moment. It’s shape was like the Ocarina of Time’s. Given everything else he’d seen in the world, he supposed ti too possessing magical qualities was not impossible. 

“Huh. Impressive.” He looked back up at Dark. “What sort of things can it do?”

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"It's a bit more...limited than the Ocarina of Time was. But, there's this. Just...try to hold still." It had been a very long time since he'd last done this, because he felt it pointless when he could do it without the instrument's help. The notes of the Nocturne of Shadow flowed out, and the surrounding darkness seemed to come to life, drawing itself tight around the two men. If Link moved an inch, he'd get burned by it.

"I can do it just as well without the ocarina, really." Dark said as the song's final note got swallowed by the blackness. He shifted the shadows away from Link, and closer to himself, giving the hero move room to breathe. "Not many of your songs work besides that one, and it doesn't work in the same way." A shadow hand extended out of the darkness, taking the ocarina before melting into nothingness. The rest of the shadows dispersed, becoming harmless once more.

"Honestly, I use it to play the Song of Storms more than anything else. If you ever come into Ikana and it's raining, that's me."

[reluctantherorp]

“Funnily enough, wind gods don’t give straight answers either.” Link tucked the Wind Waker back into his pouch. “Must be something with deities in general.” The Fierce Deity hadn’t been terrible straight forward; Majora wasn’t a topic he felt like touching with a ten foot pole. It was difficult to say whether that had been just the situation, or if perhaps they were both so readily riled.

“I tend to get straighter answers from the sages, and half of them are rather ambiguous with their answers.” He supposed he couldn’t fault them. Speaking in absolutes would be difficult when society was unstable.

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"I spoke to Farore--that would be the Goddess this time--when I was in middle of trying to figure out what I was supposed to do with myself. Her answer was essentially 'you already know the answer to the question, you just don't know how to face it'." She'd said a lot more besides, but that was what it had come down to. 

It wasn't until Link had put the baton away that Dark recalled something. "Speaking of things altering elements, I actually have an equivalent to that old ocarina of yours now." A flick of the wrist, and the shadows assembled in his hand. An instrument an anon had given him, one made of darkness that was actually able to leave his hands without vanishing, though he could break it down and reconstruct it at will.

Come to think of it, it was the only bit of shadow sculpting he'd done in front of the hero--but his shadow had probably done similar things, so Dark doubted he'd be surprised. "I had a different ocarina before. Stolen. Didn't actually do much. This one does have some magical properties to it, though."

[reluctantherorp]

“Controls the wind, summons cyclones after a rather nasty meeting with a god.” Link turned over the Wind Waker speculatively. “I’ve heard that it can do more, but I never actually learned the other melodies that it’s supposed to command. As far as I can tell, the ocarina melodies don’t seem to work with it.”

He held the baton out to Dark so that he could get a better look. “Not terribly certain summoning cyclones would work well in town. Might have to be at the bay to do that.”

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Commanding the wind itself. That was something beyond the ocarina's capabilities, but it certainly seemed less impressive than being able to manipulate the flow of time...though a cyclone, no matter how strong, wouldn't cause the timelines to crash into one another.

"So you've been off meeting wind gods, then. I've had a few brushes with divine beings myself." He'd spoken to the goddess Farore herself once, though the whole experience was still incredibly surreal. He'd asked her if he had any purpose besides what Ganondorf had given him. "Never ask the Goddesses questions. They won't give you a straight answer.

[reluctantherorp]

“Huh. That..” He paused, considering the idea. Stalfos had always been an intriguing bunch. They actually seemed to possess a sense of honor when it came to combat. He knew they could speak. He’d known Captain Keeta, however briefly. He’d also taken on his identity for a time, but that was another matter entirely.

The hero looked back at Dark, grinning slightly. “That sounds rather interesting, actually.” He paused. “Unfortunately, all I’ve really got to offer you in return are stories and some of the things I picked up on my trip.” He reached back into his pocket, drawing out a thin white baton.

“Admittedly though, things like this rather disturb me. I can’t work out who would think it was a good idea to leave tools that can alter the elements just lingering around.”

[splitdarkrp]

"I'm sure you've got plenty of interesting tales, h--Link." Such a hard habit to break. But from what Dark had heard, this hero seemed less than fond of his occupation; calling him by his name would be better.

And then he pulled out the baton, which Dark eyed curiously. To him, it didn't seem like much; he could probably snap the thing in half if he looked at it the wrong way. Then again, the Ocarina of Time probably seemed like a regular ocarina to most. "Alter the elements? With that?"