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01 the market stalls
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Freedom tasted sweet, and since the moment he was brought to Flotsam, he got the impression he was going to like it here. Striding through one passage or another, listening to the erratic but somehow melodious sounds of Flotsam, he knew he could find a place here. It was busy, there were parts of it that smelled, but it was free, and it was populated by an eclectic bunch of renegades that reminded him so much of his own it made him homesick.
Which meant ploughing on until he secured his own space to brood in and hopefully acclimate to this place. After months slaving under Imperial lashes working on their machines, being here seemed like something of a miracle, and while he was bone tired, soul tired even, he couldn't very well leave the lot of them to their own devices. That meant he needed to be prepared, he needed to figure out what his role would be in this place, and he needed to meet the locals. So, top of the list? Preparation. The Empire had stripped him of all he'd had on him at the time, and that included his swords. They'd need to be replaced, which meant a trip to the market stalls for gear and armor if he was going to be of any use to these people who'd given him a chance at freedom.
He started at a weapons stall, testing the weight of swords with the skill of a man who'd done so all his life, sighting down the blades, one after another, feeling their weight in his hand. "Fine craftsmanship, mate." He smirked at the vendor, "less, of course, you don't make 'em here, then good eye, I guess. Either way, I'll take it."
He spends a bit more time browsing wares, getting a feel for the place, the sorts of goods that cross the decks of a floating city and the sorts of conversations that are had among the market stalls, finding a blessing by the end of it: a satchel of tobacco and rolling papers. Maybe fate's smiling on him after all.
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Taverns the world over, and those from another world he used to call home, shared common threads: people unwound there, they drank some kind of swill, and they talked. Where normally Cid would be taking this as an opportunity to learn ought that was going on around the realm, his knowledge of this world he'd found himself in was still limited to the point that he was just absorbing pieces: geography, politics beyond what little he'd been able to glean from overheard conversations from his captors, and anything else that might be useful.
Or rumors of where he could be useful. By the way he strode into the tavern in question, he knew how to use the swords at his hip, but he wasn't walking in threatening people with them, either. Instead, he makes to prop up the bar, so to speak, lighting a freshly rolled cigarette and ordering whatever's on tap while he keeps an eye out for any interesting individuals who might stride in.
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( ooc: Cid can be found in various places around Flotsam, as he's getting acclimated. I'd be totally down you you setting your own scene, or if you'd me to write a prompt, drop me a line! )
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Date: 2025-01-03 09:18 am (UTC)Go in swinging first...with a shield?
Sure, you could. And Link had done so a number of times, even. But it wasn't exactly something Link thought as for 'swinging first'. Maybe a spear. Perhaps a bow. Or best of all, bombs. Bombs were great for swinging first.
Rather than say anything though, Link deftly flips the shield around. Holds with his left arm, up high and towards Cid. It's a solid defense - anyone trying to strike at Link would have a hard time doing so without putting themselves at risk of counter-attack.
And then Link...waits.
See? Not for swinging first.
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Date: 2025-01-04 05:40 am (UTC)"What I mean to say is, you're familiar with infantry, first line. The Vanguard."
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Date: 2025-01-04 05:50 am (UTC)He thinks about it a moment. It's been a while since he was really part of a unit. These days, Link's usually charging in on his own and working pretty independently. But he is usually first, so, that counts.
He makes an affirmative noise.
"...Knight," he says.
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Date: 2025-01-04 04:56 pm (UTC)"Here or back home?"
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Date: 2025-01-05 03:44 am (UTC)He would never.
Not that they'd have given him the opportunity. With Link's skillset, putting him to work as a guard or low-ranking soldier somewhere would have made the most sense. Except for the fact that - as they'd learned quickly - letting Link anywhere near a weapon of any kind was never going to go well for his captors.
"Hyrule," he says flatly, in the end.
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Date: 2025-01-06 06:05 am (UTC)He crosses his arms, nodding. "Hyrule, eh? What's it like there?"
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Date: 2025-01-06 10:22 am (UTC)Something proven right now, when he falls in a contemplative silence in response to Cid's question.
What was Hyrule like? How could he possible describe his whole world? His home?
"Beautiful," he says softly. "Rebuilding. It's...home."
He misses it.
He misses it so much.
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Date: 2025-01-08 04:44 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2025-01-08 05:00 am (UTC)See, that was a complete sentence! Just a very short one. With only two words.
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Date: 2025-01-13 08:16 pm (UTC)"What was the Calamity?"
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Date: 2025-01-14 05:11 am (UTC)The only person in Hyrule that had needed it to be explained to them had been him.
"A primal evil. A corruptive force,” he says. He then pauses, thinking some more. "And a gigantic boar monster?”
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Date: 2025-01-15 02:34 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2025-01-15 03:18 am (UTC)That's what made the Calamity so tricky to describe; it wasn't just one thing. It was like a cyclone; there were the winds, but there were also the rains and the floods that came with it.
"The Calamity brings the monsters," he adds.
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Date: 2025-01-21 09:53 pm (UTC)And not too much like what his world was facing: The Blight, the Akashic, endless war, famine, injustice, all because of Crystals people believed made their lives easier.
"Sorry, lad, sorry you're here instead of there, helping set things to rights. 'Course, this place could use a hand in the same, eh?"
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Date: 2025-01-22 09:27 am (UTC)The name was most certainly deserved. But Cid is somewhat mistaken on one fact; it's not something that currently threatens his world.
"Calamity's gone now," he says. So really, there wasn't anything pressing back home. Except, of course, for Zelda. Which was really the most important thing of all.
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Date: 2025-01-24 08:33 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2025-01-25 01:01 am (UTC)"The Divine Beasts fired," he says. "Fought Spider-Beast Ganon. Then Dark Beast Ganon. Then Zelda sealed it with Goddess power."
It seems that this is what counts as 'story-telling' when it comes from Link.
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Date: 2025-01-25 03:22 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2025-01-26 12:45 am (UTC)Apparently, Link did not appreciate that 'was Zelda a looker' comment.
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Date: 2025-01-26 03:56 am (UTC)"Who is she? If we're setting a proper scene here, she'll need to be someone of import, not just anyone can wield the Goddess' power, after all. So...she's a queen, aye? Yours? You are a knight, aren't you?"
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Date: 2025-01-26 04:25 am (UTC)And yes, he's her knight. But Link doesn't really feel the need to confirm that. It's pretty obvious, really.
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Date: 2025-01-26 04:37 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2025-01-26 05:39 am (UTC)Is this a joke? Hard to tell; Link's face is completely unchanging, and there's no change in his inflection.
Which also makes it utterly impossible to tell if Link's alternate interpretation 'serving' is intentional. He could be innocently naive...or he could absolutely be fucking with Cid.
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Date: 2025-01-26 06:17 am (UTC)Cid is always willing to give and take a hard time, so he's assuming this is a joke. The look he'd been shot when he'd mentioned her appearance was enough to infer from, at least for him.
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Date: 2025-01-26 07:31 am (UTC)Then he reaches into the small leather pouch hanging from his belt...and pulls out a fruitcake.
An entire fruitcake.
"...You don't call it fruitcake?" he says.
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