[Ruins. Pillars. Nothing familiar, either in environment or in architectural style. And no monsters, either, so he's not here to fight... So then, he must be here to explore. Of course! That summer studies program!]
["Linksha" is "Link", again -- and sometimes "Linu", or "Linshaia", if his mother's upset -- a precocious thirteen-year-old, short and gangly, despite his real strength. He wears the clothes he wore back home, -- did the university ever give him a uniform? He can't remember ever getting one... -- a 3/4-sleeved white linen shirt, an embroidered linen short-vest in shades of green and goldenrod yellow, and linen capris with matching embroidery on the wide, decorative hem. A colorful sash wraps around his waist, the ends flowing loose at the back. In his hands are the tools of his trade: notebook and a charcoal stick. The tiny satchel tucked under his sash holds more charcoal and a pen.]
[He sets to work sketching the ruins, then stops when he feels a presence at his back. He turns around to find a Sheikah warrior... Only,
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[Sheik has just crouched to examine an interesting mark against a fallen pillar, when a sudden presense makes him freeze.]
[The single word called out is familiar and unfamiliar both - by rights, he shouldn't know it. And yet he does, has always known it.]
[And it's only a boy. A notebook and charcoal is hardly a weapon, and he's not the princess, but he is who he has been looking for.]
...Hello.
[He smiles a little uneasily. There are questions that he should be asking, brushing incessantly against the forefront of his mind, but they're irrelevant now. The boy is here. That is all.]
[A proper greeting demands a proper introduction, so Link rises and put away his charcoal within the bound journal and extends a hand.]
"Link." [He wants to add, "but you can call me Linksha", though why he'd wanna add that is unclear, so he keeps it to himself. Link's a strange enough name, as-is.]
"What's yours?" [Except, he knows the man's name... doesn't he?]
[Sheik reaches for Link's hand and clasps it briefly before releasing it.]
Link...
[But he knew that already, didn't he?]
My name is Sheik.
[Well... it isn't. Not really. Somewhere in the depths of his memory is his real name, but he has been called Sheik for so long that it might as well be his own. Shouldn't it?]
[Proper introductions call for proper etiquette. Link reaches diagonally across with his right hand and grasps the other boy's right forearm, near the inner bend of the elbow, and quickly taps Sheik's right hand to indicate he should mimic the hold. THEN he shakes hands, and bobs his head and shoulders in a subtle bow.]
"That's how warriors greet, where I'm from." [Warrior? Link's... a warrior?]
I know enough to keep her safe. I cannot fight her wars for her, nor defeat the monsters that possess the temples, but I can keep her safe. And she's skilled enough in the magic arts that we can be protected.
[A bright smile breaks across Link's face.] "You're like me, then! My sister has her magic, and I have myself. She watches my back and I watch hers!"
[His sister. Of course! His-- but, there was someone else, wasn't there? Yes. TWO someones, in fact. Two other magic users. Two more people he's supposed to protect, when their magic won't avail them... but they're not here, now, and link wants to meet Sheik's special someone.]
"Where is she? Your companion, I mean. She shouldn't stray too far from her protector, should she?"
[He starts as the ghost girl reappears, this time just behind Linksha - she's older now, a tall girl of sixteen, hair braided and the glimmer of royal fixtures on her. She speaks, but no words come out, although Sheik thinks he can see his name mouthed.]
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"Zelda?" [He stares intently at the girl, suddenly a year or so older and more built-up, though he's still awful short, and his stance is geeky and awkward, his face freckled from the summer sun. He's wearing something closer to his usual clothes: baggy green jerkin and cap with brown shirt and leggings. A sword hangs from his belt.]
[... But no. That's not the same Zelda he knows. In a moment, he shakes his head and reverts to what he was before. He's more comfortable this way, for now.]
[He smiles warmly and extends a hand.] "Nice to meet you!"
["Linksha" is "Link", again -- and sometimes "Linu", or "Linshaia", if his mother's upset -- a precocious thirteen-year-old, short and gangly, despite his real strength. He wears the clothes he wore back home, -- did the university ever give him a uniform? He can't remember ever getting one... -- a 3/4-sleeved white linen shirt, an embroidered linen short-vest in shades of green and goldenrod yellow, and linen capris with matching embroidery on the wide, decorative hem. A colorful sash wraps around his waist, the ends flowing loose at the back. In his hands are the tools of his trade: notebook and a charcoal stick. The tiny satchel tucked under his sash holds more charcoal and a pen.]
[He sets to work sketching the ruins, then stops when he feels a presence at his back. He turns around to find a Sheikah warrior... Only, ( ... )
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[The single word called out is familiar and unfamiliar both - by rights, he shouldn't know it. And yet he does, has always known it.]
[And it's only a boy. A notebook and charcoal is hardly a weapon, and he's not the princess, but he is who he has been looking for.]
...Hello.
[He smiles a little uneasily. There are questions that he should be asking, brushing incessantly against the forefront of his mind, but they're irrelevant now. The boy is here. That is all.]
What is your name?
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"Link." [He wants to add, "but you can call me Linksha", though why he'd wanna add that is unclear, so he keeps it to himself. Link's a strange enough name, as-is.]
"What's yours?" [Except, he knows the man's name... doesn't he?]
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Link...
[But he knew that already, didn't he?]
My name is Sheik.
[Well... it isn't. Not really. Somewhere in the depths of his memory is his real name, but he has been called Sheik for so long that it might as well be his own. Shouldn't it?]
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[Proper introductions call for proper etiquette. Link reaches diagonally across with his right hand and grasps the other boy's right forearm, near the inner bend of the elbow, and quickly taps Sheik's right hand to indicate he should mimic the hold. THEN he shakes hands, and bobs his head and shoulders in a subtle bow.]
"That's how warriors greet, where I'm from." [Warrior? Link's... a warrior?]
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[His brow creases a little at the words, though.]
I'm no warrior. I'm a guardian, but I'm no warrior.
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I know enough to keep her safe. I cannot fight her wars for her, nor defeat the monsters that possess the temples, but I can keep her safe. And she's skilled enough in the magic arts that we can be protected.
[He looks a little downcast.]
I suppose I am more her companion than her guard.
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[His sister. Of course! His-- but, there was someone else, wasn't there? Yes. TWO someones, in fact. Two other magic users. Two more people he's supposed to protect, when their magic won't avail them... but they're not here, now, and link wants to meet Sheik's special someone.]
"Where is she? Your companion, I mean. She shouldn't stray too far from her protector, should she?"
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[Quietly, subdued.] I don't know. I can't find her. She was here and now she is not.
[The ghost of a little girl steps silently towards them, but fades before they can really get a look at her.]
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[He starts as the ghost girl reappears, this time just behind Linksha - she's older now, a tall girl of sixteen, hair braided and the glimmer of royal fixtures on her. She speaks, but no words come out, although Sheik thinks he can see his name mouthed.]
Zel-
[But she's gone again.]
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[Maybe she's scared of him? He calls out:] "I won't hurt you! Or him! You can come out!"
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[Sheik finds himself smiling a little, tentative, reaching towards her. She reaches back and her fingertips brush over his. He doesn't feel them.]
[He barely breathes the name, gaze fixed on her face.]
Zelda...
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[... But no. That's not the same Zelda he knows. In a moment, he shakes his head and reverts to what he was before. He's more comfortable this way, for now.]
[He smiles warmly and extends a hand.] "Nice to meet you!"
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[Finally, her speech gains volume, although it can't be heard with the ears, just with the mind.]
"Hero..."
[She turns to Sheik, and his mouth goes dry. The touch against his face can barely be felt.]
"Guide..."
[And she clasps her hands in front of her.]
"Bearer of Wisdom."
[She gazes at them both, as if waiting for them to speak.]
((OOC: Feel free to control ghost!Zelda ^_^))
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