&Delta One way to make an entrance

[doublehelixhero]

[It's another calm summer day in Kakariko Village, except for the odd tumbling sound coming from the direction of the Death Mountain Trail. It gets louder and louder and louder; something's getting closer.

[Anyone who looks towards the Trail might just catch a flash of green and brown -- mostly brown -- as it skids around the corner of the Trail

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[linkshaia]

[He thought, at first, that the rumbling was merely an oncoming thunderstorm, and moved to peer out the window to check if it was yet necessary to close off the shutters. However, the moment he sticks his head out the watchtower-facing window, sharp Hylian ears realize that the odd, unending rumble is fast-approaching and turns his head to check. ...That's not thunder; that's a boulder! ...A boulder that yells?! Well, whatever it is, it just put a hole into the gate wall.]

[He doesn't see anybody else around who can pick up rocks that size, so guess that means he better get down there -- maybe if he leaves it at the construction site, somebody can use it as gravel?]

['...Boy, that's one odd-looking boulder!' It's lumpy, and there's areas of green and white and darker brown... He circles it for a bit, taking a moment to wonder about the green hat strewn on the ground -- kinda looks like his -- before he sighs and goes right up to the large, bulbous end sticking up in the air and makes to grab it, figuring that fissure down the center will be as good a place to grip as any.]

[His hands stop right before grabbing on, though, a startling observation coming to light: why's there green fabric caught on this thing?! And that yelling he thought he heard as it rolled down... 'Thrice, I hope this thing didn't roll right over one of the Heroes!']

"H-Hey! Are you... Is someone down there?! Still alive? Answer me!"

[Dropping to the ground to check for signs of anybody trapped underneath and praying for the best, Linksha pokes around another large, bulgy end, under that weird, white furry portion -- 'Did this thing roll over a dog, too?! How'd something shaped this oddly ever manage to roll, anyway?!' -- feeling around frantically for anything soft, warm, and (most likely) wet. (It's NOT a discovery he's looking forward to making.) THRICE he hopes the fur and fabric are just coincidences!]

[doublehelixhero]

[He's too out of it at first to reply, but after a moment he realizes that someone is speaking and someone is here. And that this unknown someone is poking his face.

[He grunts at that, though it sounds more like a rumble. There's nothing soft and wet here, just warm rock. He shifts and quickly decides that no, he's not going to try sitting up yet because the world is still spinning, never mind that his eyes are closed.]

I'm alive. I just need a little rest.

[linkshaia]

HOLY--!!!

[That would be Linksha making a suspiciously squeak-like sound as he's falling on his arse. 'Did that-- Did it TALK?!' ...Talking rocks! Hoooooly--... WOW. Did NOT expect that.]

[Oh! Right. It, um, it said something, didn't it.] Er, o-okay. Y-you need anything, over there? ...Water? Potion? ...Blanket? [In case it wants to nap? (Seriously, what DOES a large, talking boulder want when it says it's resting? ...Bed of moss, maybe?)]

[doublehelixhero]

[He decides to sit up anyway, reeling head or no. Thankfully, there's plenty of wall left to lean back against. The world's still spinning, and all he can make out of the person is green, which isn't much help. He closes his eyes again]

Sorry if I startled you... I forgot just how steep the trail was. Some water would be nice, but you don't have to trouble yourself. I don't believe I'm hurt, so I should be able to get up in a while.

[linkshaia]

[...The boulder has a face. ...The "boulder" has a face, a head of white hair, a green loincloth, a bead necklace, and-- LOINCLOTH?! Then that "fissure" Linksha nearly used for a grip was... EWWWWWWWWWW! Aw, DAMN, he's glad he didn't do that, after all! ...And poor rock-man, if he had! Ouch!]

[Oh! Right! Rock-man's talking again! ...Boy, he's pretty polite, isn't he!]

Oh, it's no trouble! I'll, uh, go bring you some, mister-- Er... [IS it a "mister"? Kinda looks "masculine", he supposes; but then again, what the hell's Linksha know of telling a rock-person's sex by sight?]

[doublehelixhero]

If you're sure... [He opens his eyes again and blinks at the human. There are too many heroes around here; he can't figure out if he's even met the one he's looking at right now.

[Still, whoever he is, he did come over to offer assistance, even though Darmani and the others are sure they don't need it. It's always nice to see a kind face.

[He smiles.] I am Darmani, and I thank you for your help.

[linkshaia]

[The "boulder" has a name. And a smile. A very BIG, toothy smile. It's kind of endearing, actually, in a goofy sort of way. Helps put Linksha at ease (he'd rather those big teeth smile than chomp down on him, ANY day). He nods and straightens up, smiling back.] Sure! Be right back, then!

["Right back" is an understatement; Linksha BOLTS back indoors, rummages for a mug, quickly decides a mug would be ridiculously small for a creature that big to drink from, and quickly digs out the one metal pitcher in the house (there's other pitchers, but they're all fancy clay or pretty porcelain, and Linksha would really prefer to NOT be scolded by the ladies of the house for letting their pottery be accidentally crushed by a thirsty rock-man's hand).]

[He runs right out with the filled pitcher, questions eagerly bubbling up within him. He's never seen a rock-man, before! Sure, there's Armos, but animated statues are just not the same as a creature made of living rock! What's it eat? If you touch him, can he feel that, or is the rocky skin numb? He hit that wall pretty hard; will he get a bruise, or is he now chipped? Will he drink the water, or just splash it on himself?]

Here you go!

[...How's he MOVE?! Linksha saw no noticeable seams and the joints looked sturdy... Maybe he's not solid rock! Maybe that's just a really, REALLY tough hide? Maybe it's like magically compressed shifting sand or fine gravel; he's never seen rock that can flex, after all.]

[Please forgive Linksha if he seems to be staring a bit while you take that water. At least it's fairly obvious he means no harm -- his eyes are big and bright green with enthusiasm rather than malice, and he's clearly got a thousand questions hanging on the tip of his tongue that he's very carefully holding back.]

[doublehelixhero]

[When the human runs off, he wonders what he did wrong. He doesn't remember doing or saying anything that might be scary, and this form is normally one of his less frightening ones.

[Of course he's scared. What part of breakin' down a wall ain't scary? Maybe he's just not sure what to do? That's probably it; it is something very unusual.

[It wasn't as if he meant for it to happen. It just did. Hopefully the only damage is to the wall and not to anyone, but his head doesn't want him to stand up yet, so there's no way for them to tell.

[He takes the pitcher and eyes it, trying to decide if he dares try to drink from it.]

Is something wrong?

[linkshaia]

Huh? [*Blink*] OH! Sorry! I, um... Well, please don't take this the wrong way; I've just never before seen anybody made of-- well... Are you really made of rock?

[There's nothing malicious or patronizing or disapproving in his tone. If anything, he's reminiscent of a kid who just found something really, REALLY cool: eyes bright, leaning forward, faint smile on his face. (He's a goof; yes, he is.)]

[doublehelixhero]

You've never seen a Goron before? [He knows that there are people from many different Hyrules here, but... someone who hasn't met a Goron is unusual. Man lives a sheltered life. He's ignoring that.]

I'm not made entirely of rock, but part of me is, yes. And what part isn't made of rock is as tough as it.

[He chuckles and takes a drink; ah, nice cool water.]

[linkshaia]

"Goron"? So, it's not just you, then. There's a whole... race? Species? Erm...

[He takes a sit on the ground (brown pants are good for hiding dirt stains).]

"Darmani", right? I'm Link -- er, Linksha -- gotta be at least a dozen other "Links" here, right? ...Hey, you okay after that tumble? You said "tough as rock", but, uh... [He gestures toward the decidedly rock-type wall behind him, which now bears a deep imprint and various spiderweb cracks. There's even a small pile of dust and gravel on the ground that chipped off from the center of the dent. Linksha doesn't know if Gorons chip and crack, and if so, what to give this one to help him heal. (Somehow, he doubts it's a simple matter of fetching a trowel and some plaster...)]

[doublehelixhero]

No, there are many more than just myself. I don't see them very often, but we Gorons tend to live high in the mountains, away from people. It's easier to find food up there.

[He nods. The name is vaguely familiar, though he isn't sure why.] Nice to meet you, Linksha.

I'm... [His head hurts, and he's quite sure he'll be very sore in a bit, but he doesn't think he's hurt. At the same time, however, it's nearly impossible to check himself over in this form. Normally he has to take the mask off to really tell how badly he's hurt, but he doesn't think that's a good idea right now.]

I think I'm all right, at least. I can't really see.

[linkshaia]

[Ah. Injuries to the back are tricky to judge.]

Need me to help you check that? I can take a look. Should I be looking for things like bruising or bleeding or, erm, cracks, chips, and so forth? [Hey, it's a good deed AND it would help sate his curiosity. That's a win-win, right there!]

[doublehelixhero]

I don't know about you, but I tend to bleed if I'm badly injured. I may be part rock, but I'm still living. You can look if you wish, but if need be, I can always check later.

[He's debating finding an excuse to slip away and check himself. All he needs is a private place where he can remove the mask without being seen.]

[linkshaia]

Ah! Right. Sorry! [He scratches the back of his head, smiling wryly in embarrassment, then gets up to look the Goron over. There's no blood on the wall, so Linksha tries to gently nudge the large man forward some to check his back.]

...Nnnnope. Don't see anything amiss! You want my help checking for fractured bones, or anything? You're welcome to come inside and rest for a bit, too. [He'll fit through the door... Linksha's pretty sure.]

[doublehelixhero]

[Good. He didn't think he was injured. He decides that since that lean didn't make his head spin too much, he might as well try standing. He's a little awkward on his feet and leans against the wall a little, but he can stand up. Barely. This guy blows on ya and we fall.]

Oh, no. I'm all right. [He looks around.] Which building are we going inside?