VOICETESTING

[palewanderer]

[ there is a girl staring intently at your face.

or... well. the amount of girlhood is debatable. if you're the ordinary sort, with no magical powers or senses and about the average amount of impure thoughts... yes, she's just a girl. a wild-eyed girl who looks like she desperately needs to be introduced to a hairbrush, but just a girl. those with magic senses or a pure heart, however, can see the glittering horns branching up and out through that wild hair, and the fur and scales decorating the sides of her face and the rest of her body.

she continues her wide-eyed and unfocused perusal of your face for several more seconds, and then huffs a disgruntled breath out through her nose, like you've personally disappointed her.

(unless you happen to be (a) Link, in which case: you are getting your face touched by clawed hands as her eyes somehow go even wider. you may not want to resist! those talons are impressive!) ]

Comments

[downdraft]

[wow rude]

Hello to you too.

[palewanderer]

[ that gets him a slow but visibly startled blink, several seconds of just as visible processing, and a good look at the almost gilded sheen to her eyelashes. who even does that? how. ]

...Oh. Hello...?

[ she sounds like she just woke up. ]

[downdraft]

‘sup. You good?

[how high are you, miss,]

[palewanderer]

[ somewhere around 800 meters up, if you mean her real body, ]

...Mmn. No? ...No. I am... missing someone.

[downdraft]

I’m sorry to hear that?

[palewanderer]

[ she wrinkles her nose slightly, and for a moment or so it very much looks like the next words out of her mouth are going to be some variant on "you should be"

then her eyes start to well up. uh oh, ]

He was supposed to find me.

[downdraft]

[what do you do with crying dragon women, can you take them to Customer Service like a lost child]

It's uh, a big place. You got a name? Description?

[theshadowturnedhero]

[Speaking of people who look like Link, albeit a few years younger-]

[Well, he's certainly surprised when a dragon girl decides to touch his face.]

Wha-

[palewanderer]

[ probably doesn't help that she's all but bursting at the seams with light magic. like, literally, girl is glowing between her scales.

she echoes him with a soft, startled "ah" but doesn't let go, a furrow developing in the furry spot between her eyebrows as she looks the rest of him over. ]

Not... him. You're not.

[theshadowturnedhero]

[Its definitely giving him a headache, but when it comes to Zelda's light, he's learned it isn't meant to hurt him. Mind over matter is sometimes very real.]

[He's squinting at her, but...it's there. That uncanny valley of movement he's seen in the Forest....]

Zelda....?

[palewanderer]

[ there's no visible recognition in her (extremely weird) eyes, but she does blink, that furrow getting deeper ]

No. ...You're not... a puppet, either.

[ it's not quite a question, and as she says it she gently lets go of his face. ]

[theshadowturnedhero]

[He breathes in sharply at that.] If course I ain't a puppet!

[palewanderer]

[ tilting her head ]

It wouldn't be a bad thing... Puppets have uses. They protect the one I am looking for.

But you are not him, and you are not his.

[historicallyloaded]

[[ until I nut up and make a Link journal have another significantly more chatty blonde pony-tailed boy AU with a good heart. ]]

[ The Penderyns were always scientists, smiths, and artificers; once very wealthy and prominently so in Hyrule Castle generations ago and likely occasionally worked with the likes of Purah and Robbie, but after the Calamity the Penderyns relocated to Hateno to keep their dwindling assets and less ethical monster-related research secret and safe. Brickston inherited a love for sciences, utterly fascinated by Sheikah and Zonai technologies. His brand of experimentation and crafting was novel but reckless, even coming at the cost of his own eye at one point. After the discovery of the chasms he could hardly be restrained and frequently traveled between Hateno and Lookout Landing to help in research and rebuild in any way he could, much to his protective parents chagrin.

A compromise was usually bodyguards and hired swords to escort him, but time and trust (and a lot of impatient begging) finally permitted him to make his first solo venture. Naturally the first night he makes his own campfire is when a strange wild-eyed woman emerges from seemingly out no nowhere. ]

Um. Hello? [ He rises off his log stump and gives a little wave, cautiously optimistic, squinting in her general direction. His small horse doesn't whinny in alarm. ] Are you lost? Are you— [ She gets closer and leers in his face. He leans back, slowly looses purchase with that log and slowly crumbles seated back down on it while desperately patting his sides for something. ] M-miss? Mam?

[ He blinks hard and swears he sees a glimmer of horns around his head. It's alarming enough his crumple turns into a full backwards fall as finally fishes out a pathetic little dagger and clutches it close to his chest pointed at her, prone on his back, knees hooked over the log. ]

D-Don't hurt me please. I-I don't have a lot of rupees— I mean I do I'm not poor but ehm, currently in my possession I mean...

[ She moves back and seems... disappointed? ] ... [ He quickly sits up with offense. ] Wh- wait that's it? I'm not good enough to be robbed?

[ He probably smells like someone who drinks monster tea every night. A notebook is at his feet with plenty of handwritten notes and scientific observations. ]

[palewanderer]

[ she very helpfully tips her head to one side, and watches him from his new position the way a small child might watch a particularly interesting bug: intensely curious and visibly considering whether it's worth poking it or not. the smell of monster is both familiar and foreign, something she knows like she knows the gloom spattered across the surface despite never having been marred by it—

but so is the smell of ink. and paper. she looks away from him, attention captured by the notebook, and says absently: ]

...No. You are not enough.

[ —ah. wait, though. another moment of thought, and she shifts her gaze back to his dagger and adds: ]

That is not enough, either.

[ her tone is somewhere between muzzily half-asleep and gently concerned chiding. that dagger would barely tickle a bokoblin; obviously he's ill-prepared. ]

[historicallyloaded]

[ His face burns all the way to the tips of his pointed ears while he looks at his (small, not enough) dagger. His lips purse with petulant offense he's trying very hard to hide and failing, muttering. ] It's not... i-it's not my weapon of choice, being honest.

[ He clears his throat and tries to find some bravado while standing and sheathing his dagger, trying to talk louder than his own very ill-prepared and bruised ego. ] Not that I WANT to hurt any strange woman who happenstances upon my humble camp.

[ Is this really a woman? He looks her up and down again, the sparkling visage of horns not there. He senses there is something very off and otherworldly about her but can't put his finger on it. He spares a glance to his horse who is certainly no help, staring back blankly. His lone green eye flashes from her to the notebook to her and he steps over to scoop it up. He clutches it to his chest with more reverence than he did the dagger. ] Do you even know who I am?

[palewanderer]

You are not who I am looking for. But. You are still...

[ ...still what?

still something. not as important as him, of course, but... hers? hers, still. yes. that seems right.

she hums and looks up, to where her true body twists through the air some hundreds of meters above the ground. he needs a better weapon... and she doesn't need the crystalline shards growing along her back. they itch. ]

What weapon would you choose?

[historicallyloaded]

[ His indignance falters, just a moment, brows raised in curiosity. He is still...?

She looks up. He blinks. He looks up, squinting at the air. Through the canopy of trees and dark sky it's difficult to make out anything, though, he sees the distortion of light leisurely pass against the stars as if a large creature were passing in front of them. Or a cloud. Probably a cloud! Depth perception is not his strongest suit with one eye. He cants his head at her. Is she looking for someone in the clouds...? Not a good start looking here in these woods, then. ]

Brickston Bartholomew Penderyn would choose... [ He drums his fingers over his notebook, still naively optimistic even with how strange she is and especially with a question like that. ]

Well... knowledge, first and foremost. T-the knowledge that unnecessary confrontation mayhaps be avoided in the first place with an elixir of carefully portioned Sunset Fireflies, or how curiously a creature within the same genus produces a near opposite effect of a very conspicuous glow.

[ His shoulders heave. ] O-or a miniaturized beam emitter... would be quite a sight to behold in the right hands... or in the right machine. [ He half laughs. ]

You um... you don't... have any weapons?

[palewanderer]

[ her expression sharpens briefly at the mention of the fireflies, only to grow vague again at his question. she hums, thinking, and then tilts her head to one side and shakes her head— not in negation, but to get her hair out of the way of the sword hilt peeking over her shoulder. a potentially familiar sword hilt, considering his time at Lookout Landing— that is in fact the Master Sword sitting on her back.

and as if that weren't enough— she glances up again and reaches out to neatly catch— a star fragment? at first glance it at least glows like one, but the shape is all wrong, and... so is the color, actually: a translucent milky blue-green with golden inclusions. she turns it over in her hands, and smiles. ]

...This is not knowledge. But I will give it to you, if you want it.

[abnormalizes]

[Normal girl to her! If a little Weird.]

Uhhh, I'm sorry?

[palewanderer]

[ she blinks once, the girl's gaze shifting to look a little more through her than at her ]

Not... you. He should be.

[abnormalizes]

Who's 'he'? -If I've seen him, I'll let you know.

[Since this girl is obviously more interested in Him than her.]

[palewanderer]

[ ...pauses. awkwardly.

the problem with knowing someone mostly by their true essence is it doesn't leave you with a lot of good descriptors for other people,

there's a soft ringing chime from the vicinity of the girl's back, and she blinks again ]

Link. His name is Link.

[abnormalizes]

[You could try describing him through vibes! That has a chance of working.]

I don't know anyone by that name, sorry. If I meet him, who should I say is looking for him?

[palewanderer]

[ that is also an excellent question that she does not have a great answer for. people are so difficult... ]

...The one who has his sword.