12-31-2018, 08:15 PM
Unless Lizalfos just off-shore counted as pirates, then Link is certain that he has not, in fact, encountered actual pirates. He remembers hearing the villagers from the fishing village joke about it -- it's the only reason Link knows with such certainty what pirates are. He has a vague idea of what a lot of things are, but he just can't .. can't access the memories.
.. This makes it his first encounter with some, then. Link isn't too impressed, but, then again, he hardly is. His gait is slow as he trails behind Vale and Clarence. He .. has a vague memory of politics even before he woke up, deep in his memories, but thus far Link has screwed up a grand total of countless interactions, and he isn't willing to gamble on his ability to understand what's socially acceptable when the other outcome is war. He's dealt with it before, of course, when the option was strong-armed to him, but he actually has a choice, now. He's only here for adventure, after all -- and for back up, in a way. He's not sure how necessary it is, but Link isn't going to judge the Typhooner's abilities on their outward appearances. There were still powers, after all.
Link seats himself, tucked just behind Clarence like a rather small, young bodyguard. His gaze remains locked intently on Goldenluxury, ears pricked. Her behavior is similar to what he'd expect, despite her somewhat pitiful appearance. With any luck, the encounter would turn out in their favor. For now, the ever-silent canine merely hovers(metaphorically) somewhat ominously.
div style="width: 350px; height: auto; font-family: arial; font-family: arial; font-size: 9pt; line-height: 12px; text-align: justify; color: #38b6f1;"]"we will not be torn" —-- link / ascendants / misc
.. This makes it his first encounter with some, then. Link isn't too impressed, but, then again, he hardly is. His gait is slow as he trails behind Vale and Clarence. He .. has a vague memory of politics even before he woke up, deep in his memories, but thus far Link has screwed up a grand total of countless interactions, and he isn't willing to gamble on his ability to understand what's socially acceptable when the other outcome is war. He's dealt with it before, of course, when the option was strong-armed to him, but he actually has a choice, now. He's only here for adventure, after all -- and for back up, in a way. He's not sure how necessary it is, but Link isn't going to judge the Typhooner's abilities on their outward appearances. There were still powers, after all.
Link seats himself, tucked just behind Clarence like a rather small, young bodyguard. His gaze remains locked intently on Goldenluxury, ears pricked. Her behavior is similar to what he'd expect, despite her somewhat pitiful appearance. With any luck, the encounter would turn out in their favor. For now, the ever-silent canine merely hovers(metaphorically) somewhat ominously.
div style="width: 350px; height: auto; font-family: arial; font-family: arial; font-size: 9pt; line-height: 12px; text-align: justify; color: #38b6f1;"]"we will not be torn" —-- link / ascendants / misc
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