January Catch-All Log

[bakedapple]

WHO? Link + others
WHERE? Around Chroma
WHAT? Quests, Event Shenanigans, Etc.
WHEN? Throughout January
WARNINGS? Will update if necessary

(As always if you'd like to do something with Link this month, please hit me up by PM or at lazdo!)

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vriska

[bakedapple]

( continued from here )

[A twinge of embarrassment leaks onto his face as he pokes at the fire, not looking back to her.]

Oh, uh... [that was a loaded thing for her to say... Link doesn't know the answer to that himself, and Zelda aggressively wondered the same thing for a long time. He doesn't want to violate any of the Princess' privacy either; if Vriska is asking him something like this, then Zelda couldn't have told her the entire story.]

...I wish I could answer that for you, but I can't. I'm not sure myself.

[Without looking at her, he reaches over to grab the filled soup pot and lightly rifle through the items piled at the top.] Do you like frog legs?

[hypertoxic]

[ Oh, whoa. No, she hadn't really known how loaded that question was when she asked it, and his reaction visibly surprises her. ]

... she seemed pretty happy when you got here, that's all. [ She'll leave it at that, letting him move the subject along, though deep down, she burns with curiosity. What's up with that???? ]

I honestly cannot say I've ever eaten any piece of a frog. That sounds gross!

[bakedapple]

[Link is curious, too - he wants to know more about what Zelda's been up to without him here, as it doesn't feel proper to him to ask her something like that directly. And this Vriska seems to know Zelda pretty well. Maybe he can bring it back up later.]

Really? You might like it. Wanna try that first?

[He removes a small, paper-wrapped item from the soup pot, crusted slightly with frost. Inside is a dead but fresh-looking frozen frog, about the size of a baseball, mottled green and brown. Without hesitation, Link picks up a sharpened stick from the ground beside him and stabs it through the middle.]

I could put a little something extra on it for you. I found some herbs in the woods we could test out.

[hypertoxic]

[ Watches him, tilting her head in curiosity at the frog. Eventually she grins at him and shrugs. ]

Sure! Why not. I came out to volunteer for whatever the hell you came up with, after all! What kinds of herbs did you pick up?

rin

[bakedapple]

Alright. I'll be outside my house in Flavo all day. If you don't wanna eat with your hands, bring tableware

[Link's cooking spot won't be difficult to spot - he's sitting outside by the dirt road that snakes in front of his village cabin and there's a plume of smoke rising from the campfire he built on top of the dirt.

When Rin arrives, he's got assorted items and cooking ingredients strewn about in the grass beside him, and a large soup pot sitting on rocks piled carefully within the fire, filled with slowly boiling water.]

[satanslash]

[Being the one who runs the cafe in town, tableware is easy to pack up along with some extra food he figured he could bring along just in case. The smoke does give the location away once he gets to Flavo.

He approaches in a few seconds at a jog, a backpack on, sword in its deep blue sheath and clad heavy hoodie with Pacman on the front in yellow. He lifts a hand in a wave, figuring this to be the guy he was looking for.]

I'm gonna say this happens after their demon hunting thread if thats ok

[bakedapple]

[Link looks up instinctively when he hears the clink of metal. It's Rin, from the other day. He smiles and waves back and eagerly wonders what tasty things he might have brought with him.]

Hello! Good afternoon.

lol that works. I only though about that after I tagged XD

[satanslash]

[Lots of things! All of them tasty!]

Hey. So, what you got? Made it sound pretty interestin' on the forum.

maribelle

[bakedapple]

No haha, I'm used to not having any... sorry. See you soon

[Whenever Maribelle arrives at Link's house, she'll find him sitting in the snow-powdered grass, nursing a campfire that he'd built on top of the dirt road leading there from the other districts. A circle of rocks were placed carefully around the fire to help contain the flames. Beside him is a soup pot and a large pile of assorted food items.]

[troubadamsel]

[Not used to having any?! The hell kind of bodyguard are you?!

Begrudgingly, Maribelle eventually arrives, carrying a knife, fork, spoon, and small plate. She tries to keep a positive face on, at least.]

You are Link, correct?

[bakedapple]

[He rises to his feet politely to greet her with a nod and a smile.]

That's me. Although I forget whether I asked your name or not, miss... please forgive me.

[He points to a small chair he'd pulled outside when she said she was coming over, so she doesn't have to sit in the grass like he was.]

[troubadamsel]

The fault is also mine.

[Hand to chest, slight bow.]

I am Maribelle.

[there, with that said, chair sat! At least he got THAT right...]

ritsu

[bakedapple]

[Almost like clockwork, Chrome had been plunged into another bizarre situation at the same time new people arrived in the well. That meant people needed assistance at the well, and Link had started to make his way there - until he realized his footsteps were freezing the ground beneath him, and that whatever he touched was getting frosted with a layer of ice. Not to mention the shimmering light blue cocktail dress that had appeared on him out of nowhere, and the snowman-shaped puppets that blipped into existence around him, bowing respectfully before blipping away again.

This is weird. He's not really embarrassed by the dress, but he's worried that the uncontrollable ice stuff could hurt somebody. So instead of heading to the well as intended, he peeled away and walked towards the Bluo district, with its long network of canals that opened up into the harbor. If anything was safe to freeze indiscriminately, it was water, right?

He's been here for three days now, making trips back home at night to sleep and coming back the day after. It's been a good excuse to explore a part of town he's never in, at least. This morning, he takes a seat on the edge of one canal, his legs and dress dangling over the edge. Sure enough, ice cubes start to form in the water below him.

But then there's bubbles, too. Huh? Is there something in the water?]

[esperimental]

[ ritsu's spent the last couple of long hours in a crisis. he didn't want to do it, stab even to a puppet that just looked like his friend because god knows what dark arts are at work here and it might afflict him directly, but ritsu had just about enough of suffering on his feet and knew he had to end the story. yet, the story ended with the princess dying? so. now what.

his best bet was, perhaps, imitating the method and just hoping for the best. it wasn't dawn, he was a bit impatient to get this over with, so he had tossed the knife with all his strength (and a little psychically assisted extra) and plunged himself into the water, and awaited something to change.

and something did. it was getting even colder than it already was why did the world hate him

ritsu spurts out of the water beneath link's feet, fingers trembling and holding himself for as much as that means in keeping him warm. (read: not much at all.) much like his hour of arrival, he was a soaking child with long hair over his face in a dress, glaring upwards at a stranger. did you do that on purpose!? ]

[bakedapple]

[When something suddenly bursts out of the water, Link flinches and yanks his feet away, eyes wide. Something is - something is in there! A person? A person, in this weather?

Unfortunately, the surprise of seeing the boy there seems to have agitated those nigh-uncontrollable ice powers of his. A blast of cold wind and snow flurries suddenly blows down from the surface of the water, and out of nowhere, a few puppets dressed like snowman come to his sides, as if ready to protect him.]

-- Oh jeez. Sorry, sorry. Hold on. [He clenches his teeth as the moment of surprise begins to pass and hurriedly tries to shove one of the puppets away.] No, go! Go on, shoo! Leave us alone!

[The puppet topples over while the other slinks away. Jeez.

Unfortunately that freezing cold wind is still blowing, though.]

[esperimental]

[ yeah uh

even when ritsu manages a barrier, some of it definitely made it in. the enclosure also included the freezing water, so it was arguably a self-destructive reflex of his own. it was like a personal snowglobe of pain.

he removes it with a rush and ends with a shiver and chilled breaths hugs his shoulders. ritsu tries to talk, again, but unfortunately finds his attempt just now to end the little mermaid had failed. at this point, ritsu had half expected his luck to play out that way.

he should try clamber up huh... man he was drained right now. his hand grapples onto the side, he'll just give himself a minute while that wind keeps blowing in their general vicinity. ]

[promissum]

[continued from here

He follows the instructions he was given and ends up at Link's house. They've met briefly.]

Oh, so it was you all along. We met during that mirror event.

[He sounds like he actually has emotions now, instead of incredibly distant.]

[bakedapple]

[Link recognizes Valvatorez immediately, too. And he seems... better, this time? He's more brightly colored now, that's for sure.

He rises to his feet to greet him with a respectful nod.]

Yes, I remember. Are you, um, feeling better? You look better.

[promissum]

[He responds with a noise of assent and a nod.]

That's correct. My color has fully returned. It's been back for a month, at least. We simply haven't seen each other since the first encounter.

for ignis

[bakedapple]

[Link is sitting outside his home in Flavo, nursing a small campfire that he built on the dirt road winding past his house. A circle of rocks has been arranged around the fire, and a soup pot sits on two larger rocks sandwiching the fire, water boiling inside.

A few people have already come by to see him, but at the moment, the chair he pulled outside for visitors is empty. He doesn't see Ignis coming, as he has his nose buried in an open scrap of wax paper, smelling whatever is inside.]

[unfatalist]

[And indeed, along comes Ignis, right on schedule; after life with Gladio, he's fairly used to both campgrounds and navigating toward campfires, and once he notices that Link seems preoccupied with something, he deliberately makes a little more noise than necessary on his approach, so as not to startle him.]

Just finished something, have you?

[bakedapple]

[The scuffle of shoes on the road makes him look up from the wax paper. Oh, it's this guy! He remembers him well, from when he'd first arrived.

When he sets down the paper, Ignis will be able to see that it contains some kind of raw meat. Link pays it no mind as he gestures for him to take a seat.]

No, I was waiting for you. It was Ignis, right? Good to see you again.

for zelda

[bakedapple]

[Having already made a few dummy versions of the fruitcake, Link is pretty sure he's managed to remember that recipe he'd come across in the ruined remains of the castle library. It isn't something he makes very often - he prefers rice and meat dishes - but if it's for the princess, it's worth the effort.

By the time Zelda comes around, he's outside of his house, mixing a large, moist wad of dough in a medium-sized bowl. In front of him on the dirt road is a small campfire surrounded by rocks and a soup pot sitting above the flames. A stick of butter is melting inside.

He looks up when he hears someone coming and a smile spreads across his face when his eyes land on Zelda.] Princess! Thanks for coming.

[withwisdom]

I should have guessed you would do it out here.

[ even with how cold it is, he chooses to cook out in the wild. her remark comes as she goes down the dirt road to the end where his campfire burns, the smell of wood and food mixing together and hitting her senses. it brings a small smile to her face. ]

Do you need any help? I feel a little silly standing around waiting on you.

[bakedapple]

Oh, there's no need to stand. [Link jumps to his feet, his hands still coated in a thin layer of flour, and pulls a metal folding chair out from the snow. As he sets it beside the fire, opposite of where he was cooking, he smiles sheepishly.]

Sorry. I meant to put this out before you got here. Is the fire warm enough?