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thehometree2015-03-28 12:14 am
twilightlegend) wrote in thehometree2015-03-28 12:14 am
You who are guided by fate...
| characters | Two Links and YOU
| date/time | March 27th (backdated)
| location | Outside the Tree
| rating | G
| summary | Two heroes trying to solve a puzzle without their designated chaperones: clearly this is going to end well!
A: The things they do for Pieces of Hearts
Link had been investigating the mirror on the second floor... Not exactly frequently, but enough to have noticed the appearance of words on it's surface. Granted, he had been hoping for something similar to the Mirror of Twilight but this might help as well; the cryptic message written upon its surface was reminiscent of some of the clues that were given to him by the Light Spirits and Sages in Hyrule so surely this must work the same way. This place looked enough like the Forest Temple that Link hadn't figured out their size difference until a few days after his arrival.
Conversely, the Link who had not spent his childhood growing up amongst giant trees had noticed the difference after a couple of hours in, and just... hadn't bothered to bring it up. At all. There were more pressing things to attend to, like the message that had appeared up on the mirror.
It seemed a simple enough task at first. The first line was obviously referencing the chilly weather outside, yes? He didn't even need Fi to tell him that one!
And yet...
Here were the two of them, outside, bottles in hand, evidently with the same idea.
The same idea and the same greeting; silence. But with the two of them, getting the snow up to the altar should be simple enough, right? It would be like delivering the hot spring water only in reverse. That shouldn't be too hard, especially since there was no enemies around to knock the bottle out of his hand and yet...
The 'younger' Link hadn't expected the snow to melt so quickly when he tried to fly through the trunk and up to the altar... Though after the third or fourth time he nearly fell out of the sky, he'd decided to trade off with his ancestor. The other seemed like he was more comfortable in the air anyway.
While he certainly had no trouble taking to flight, transporting snow was a more difficult task than anticipated. Going up through the inside, while safer, melted the cargo much too quickly-- conversely, the weather outdoors made it too difficult to fly without being bogged down immediately. A handful of unsuccessful attempts later, he trudged back over to his descendant, wingless and soggy and a great deal less enthusiastic than he had been starting out.
This... really isn't working, is it?
There was a grimace when he spotted his ancestor looking like a disgruntled cat before he walked over to pat the other on the shoulder. Maybe they should focus on something else in the meantime? Considering there was two other parts of the puzzle maybe they would have better luck seeking out the other two items.
... But first they should probably dry off, huh?
B: [sound of hearts slowly replenishing]
Along the ground around them there were teeny, tiny pockets of ground poking out from the ground; areas where the Links had tried to scoop up some snow to place on the Altar. And while they hadn't quite given up on that quest just yet, the two of them had come to the mutual agreement that a break was in order. Surely Fi and Midna would have been throwing probabilities/berating them for slacking off like so but... Neither of themcould be were here. So the two were standing a short distance from the entrance to stare out into the fog where the silhouette of a massive beast was periodically visible.
They each had some bread and nuts and were sharing the impromptu picnic between the two of them. And it seemed that they were discussing... Were they discussing the riddle upon the mirror? Quiet as their discussion was, it seemed that they were getting sidetracked every once in a while.
[ooc: Twilight and Skyward. Both will be replying to threads, but let us know if you want one Link in particular! Or make fun of them both; two losers for the price of one!!]
| date/time | March 27th (backdated)
| location | Outside the Tree
| rating | G
| summary | Two heroes trying to solve a puzzle without their designated chaperones: clearly this is going to end well!
A: The things they do for Pieces of Hearts
Link had been investigating the mirror on the second floor... Not exactly frequently, but enough to have noticed the appearance of words on it's surface. Granted, he had been hoping for something similar to the Mirror of Twilight but this might help as well; the cryptic message written upon its surface was reminiscent of some of the clues that were given to him by the Light Spirits and Sages in Hyrule so surely this must work the same way. This place looked enough like the Forest Temple that Link hadn't figured out their size difference until a few days after his arrival.
Conversely, the Link who had not spent his childhood growing up amongst giant trees had noticed the difference after a couple of hours in, and just... hadn't bothered to bring it up. At all. There were more pressing things to attend to, like the message that had appeared up on the mirror.
It seemed a simple enough task at first. The first line was obviously referencing the chilly weather outside, yes? He didn't even need Fi to tell him that one!
And yet...
Here were the two of them, outside, bottles in hand, evidently with the same idea.
The same idea and the same greeting; silence. But with the two of them, getting the snow up to the altar should be simple enough, right? It would be like delivering the hot spring water only in reverse. That shouldn't be too hard, especially since there was no enemies around to knock the bottle out of his hand and yet...
The 'younger' Link hadn't expected the snow to melt so quickly when he tried to fly through the trunk and up to the altar... Though after the third or fourth time he nearly fell out of the sky, he'd decided to trade off with his ancestor. The other seemed like he was more comfortable in the air anyway.
While he certainly had no trouble taking to flight, transporting snow was a more difficult task than anticipated. Going up through the inside, while safer, melted the cargo much too quickly-- conversely, the weather outdoors made it too difficult to fly without being bogged down immediately. A handful of unsuccessful attempts later, he trudged back over to his descendant, wingless and soggy and a great deal less enthusiastic than he had been starting out.
This... really isn't working, is it?
There was a grimace when he spotted his ancestor looking like a disgruntled cat before he walked over to pat the other on the shoulder. Maybe they should focus on something else in the meantime? Considering there was two other parts of the puzzle maybe they would have better luck seeking out the other two items.
... But first they should probably dry off, huh?
B: [sound of hearts slowly replenishing]
Along the ground around them there were teeny, tiny pockets of ground poking out from the ground; areas where the Links had tried to scoop up some snow to place on the Altar. And while they hadn't quite given up on that quest just yet, the two of them had come to the mutual agreement that a break was in order. Surely Fi and Midna would have been throwing probabilities/berating them for slacking off like so but... Neither of them
They each had some bread and nuts and were sharing the impromptu picnic between the two of them. And it seemed that they were discussing... Were they discussing the riddle upon the mirror? Quiet as their discussion was, it seemed that they were getting sidetracked every once in a while.
[ooc: Twilight and Skyward. Both will be replying to threads, but let us know if you want one Link in particular! Or make fun of them both; two losers for the price of one!!]
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And since the other Link had so conveniently asked the question he'd been pondering, this one just straightens up, peering at the box with interest. He's thinking along the same lines-- magic, maybe?
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"It's... well. It's a box." No shit, Sherlock. "It compresses things that you put inside, so you can carry a lot more than what you can on your hands."
She holds out one palm to them, waiting to see if they would lend her the bottle to try.
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Well, he had his bottle out already... He still turned to look at his fellow Hero to see what his thoughts on the matter was. If it was all right then the bottle was hers to use (hopefully there's nothing in that box of hers that shouldn't get wet).