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@vyrulent || [ cont. ]

Eyes glittered in the lowlight, able to see Lucy pulling the blanket tightly around her shoulders as if it was broad daylight. It had been--innumerable days since he last experienced some tenderness, last allowed himself to experience some tenderness. The distant mountains outside the forlorn castle had actually begun to show some life, not that Jonathan had the chance to see it, locked away from sunlight as he was, and forcing himself to stay up past the sunrise only strengthened him for so long. But as the Count drew closer to his domain again, that green began to die away, whether from the change of the seasons or the growing presence of the Count, he couldn't be sure.

But the return only meant one thing, and Jonathan's mouth, long lost the taste for anything besides one thing in particular, went dry. A mixture of fondness and misery kindled in his breast when he caught sight of the slim figure trailing in the Count's wake, and where the weird sisters eagerly greeted their master, Jonathan forced himself away from him, turning instead to the sweet Lucy.

"Of course," he murmured, settling next to her, the sound of the other beings in the castle having long grown quiet. Any other words died on his lips as his eyes slid closed, leaning against the newly turned vampire.

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@cosmichike || [ cont. ]

Stalling. That is the only way he could win against this guy as far as he's concerned, at least with a blaster to his face. If he could extend this long enough for one of his brothers to find the pair of them, then he would be okay, not to mention the operative wouldn't disappear again. Keep him talking.

Teeth grit at the other's statement, not missing the hand inching closer to the trigger. "You're our brother," he points out, words clipped with tension. "You don't have to do this."

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@facelessreflections is getting a plotted starter for Poni!

Link should have had many second thoughts before agreeing to go on this trip with Poni. Usually when he visited the Yiga, he was in Yiga garb and at least nearby a Yiga hideout. And even if he wasn't in a Yiga hideout, he was at least in the Depths, which wouldn't necessarily justify the Yiga garb, but it would at least be less noticeable than Blatchery Plain just outside of Hateno village.

The green expanse was still dotted with the remaining corpses of dozens of Guardians, although it was less than before, and fortunately none of them were operational any longer. Still, that didn't help the prickle at the back of his neck, the warning reminding of what had happened in that location, so if he wasn't already jittery about this less than advisable meeting, he would be now.

But there were horses there, he reminded himself, eyes drawn from the Guardians to a small herd of the animals, his spirits lifting at the very sight. And a faint smile even danced on his face, allowing himself a slow breath, tension unwinding in his gut. It would be alright.

He'd put on some of his climbing gear, red bandana covering his iconic hair and clothes not quite matching the Champion blue or the legendary green of the Hero. It would have to do. Link wasn't about to explain to Poni by the Hero of Legend was there to get horses with him. Spotting a lone figure in the distance, he clambered down the rock and offered a small wave. The person looked nondescript enough to be a Yiga in disguise, and Link waited for the man to approach.

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@essentiamortis is getting a plotted starter!

A sigh gusted from between Will's lips as he looked up at the sound near the door of the Infirmary. Smile stretching to his lips when he saw who it was, he pulled himself to his feet with a small nod of greeting.

"Good to see you, Elizabeth," he greeted politely. "Thanks for your help. I appreciate it." The work never ended in the Infirmary, it seemed, but at least things had slowed down for the moment. When Elizabeth had offered to learn some things about healing in order to help pick up the slack, Will accepted immediately. He couldn't tell if the fact that she was Nico's sister was a bonus or not though.

"So, what do you know about healing so far?"

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@revclver-jesus || [ cont. ]

He isn't sure how he found himself sitting next to the speaker in his alleyway. He'd amassed a small group of hangers-on, eager listeners to his words, and for the moment, Akira is one of the crowd.

Or is he? Is the crowd simply the awareness of the masses pressing in around him and the other, unwanted attention although not entirely unfamiliar at this point? Meaning that Akira finds himself alone with the speaker, a teacher disseminating his knowledge to a loyal student. Leaning against the wall, Akira rests a hand on his knee, pose relaxed but face attentive.

"You're saying I should just give up?" he asks, piercing through the flowery words for a question and a look. Something is rising in his chest, distantly. So often he shifts himself to accommodate someone, to make himself the best person for the one he's talking to. But here, as he listens, something rebels, pushes back. "I shouldn't care?"

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@badboysupr || [ cont. ]

Will blinked a couple times at Leo's question before an easy smile drifted onto his lips. "You can pick, whichever you want to start with," he offered, because although Will was ostensibly trying to make sure Leo had indeed fully recovered from dying and then resurrecting again, now he was pretty sure he needed to be a bit more thorough with his exam.

Which, come to think about it, Will didn't think Leo had ever actually come to see him before. Not for a check-up anyway. Sure, there was the occasional scrap he'd helped to fix during a Capture the Flag here or explosion in the Hephaestus cabin there, but of all the campers that had come to see Will, Leo wasn't really one of them. It almost reminded Will of Nico in a way--the both of them almost dedicated to not taking care of themselves.

Nodding slightly, he filed the thought away to think about more later. "Yeah, that's an improvement. And no new headaches?" he checked curiously. As long as things slowly improved and the initial injury wasn't too bad, concussions weren't too hard to recover from. That was as long as a second concussion didn't happen. "You've been wearing your head protection, right?"

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Link? Well…Link is perfect.

Link is envy. He is a mirror of everything Zelda wishes she could be.

Link is kindness and compassion beyond that which she has ever truly known.

Link is strength—physical, yes, but TRUE strength. The kind that can keep hope strong for 100 years.

Link is Zelda’s greatest sin—her anger, her envy, her lust—and he is her greatest salvation.

He is perfect.

What's on your Mind? -- @regnantlight

He's not perfect. He's failed so many times with a body that bears the scars. Of all the Heroes that have ever been, he's the only one that has fallen into darkness with a Hyrule that has felt the effects for a full century. He couldn't stand up the Calamity when it came and he left her alone.

He's not perfect, he wants to protest, not in comparison to her.

She who was placed against insurmountable odds--pressures from a father, pressures from a nation, pressures from a silent goddess.

She who has faced Calamity itself for one-hundred years, enduring the fight in the hopes that he might succeed where he once failed.

She whose insatiable curiosity never stopped, a spark of delight during his darkest times.

She who unquestionably helped shape Link into the Hero he became rather than a hollow vessel. She is fire, she is passion, she is joy, she is rage, she is hope.

If he is coal, then she is the pressure-formed diamond.

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@dragmirc || [ cont. ]

Link considered the much taller figure just as the Gerudo considered him. Half-expecting to be chased away by the guy just as soon as respond to him, Link waited on tense toes, ready to jump out of reach just in case it came to that. While Link's forced stay in the Castle hadn't exactly been peaceful, he knew that paled in comparison to the confinement that the Gerudo experienced.

Well, he was taller than Link, for one thing. Link figured that if he was taller, he might be able to cause more ruckus than what he'd done already. But it would be harder to escape, considering the guy was so big, and Link didn't think being bigger would make his escape attempts any more successful. The ability to make more ruckus was appealing.

Tapping his chest, his hand curled into a fist, pinky and thumb sticking out as he rocked his hand back and forth, lips mouthing the words. << Me too. >> he signed with satisfaction. Not that Link especially thought the Gerudo was a willing captive, but he didn't really know the full story of what happened to the other. Why was he in the Castle anyway and not in the Gerudo desert? What was his name even?

Tapping his chest again, pointer and middle fingers on both hands pressed together before knocking against one another. Then he fingerspelled his name before pointing that the other. << My name is Link. And you? >>

Lips pinch together for a moment as he considered. Maybe next time, if he paired an escape with another library mess, he might be able to get out that time. Although that might not be fair for the Gerudo.