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[mend_and_defend]

A math problem:

1 Black Oil infestation
1 conscientious Guardian
1 trigger-happy Renegade
1 cranky MiB coordinating a counterstrike
+ 5 weeks waiting in Milliways
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1 extremely stir-crazy Guardian

Come give him something to do. Please.

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[do_not_falter]

Link's not really the greatest at math, but he certainly wouldn't mind meeting new people.

He was just walking up to the bar to return a cup when he passed by Bob. He had barely seen him out of the corner of his eye, but when he turned his head, his jaw dropped faintly. People normally don't look like Bob where he comes from (well, the Zora are blue, but they're rather distinctive in their own right), and, to be honest, he almost looks like...

He walks up to Bob.

"Excuse me, sir. You wouldn't happen to be a...a Twili, would you?"

Doesn't hurt to ask...maybe.

[mend_and_defend]

"Uh, no... I'm not even sure what that is."

Although the name sounded vaguely familiar. Come to think of it, this guy looked vaguely familiar as well.

[do_not_falter]

"Oh...I see. I suppose it was a bit much to hope, then."

If he had been, he might've been able to tell him how Midna was doing.

He places the cup on the bar and it disappears. It'll probably take him a little while to get used to that.

He holds out a hand.

"I am Link."

[mend_and_defend]

"My name's Bob," he replies, returning the handshake. Bob's hand is unusually smooth and cool to the touch--several patrons have likened it to living plastic. "What is a Twili, anyway?"