Viva La DWRP

Link hasn't seen this kind of dancing before.

If anyone danced like this in Hyrule before the Calamity, he doesn't remember it. So as she dances, Link stops. Finds a seat nearby, and sits down to watch.

He notices the lights glowing stranger, and glances at them with brief curiosity. But he doesn't realise there might be any danger, so he doesn't see any reason to intervene.

From:

transrobotism

[ when the lights grow blinding, almost too much--

Applause.
Or, more accurately, one pair of hands clapping. ]

From:

Marcille wandered by wherever Tandy was dancing on her own business without really paying attention, at first. A moment later, she doubled back to check that she had ACTUALLY seen someone dancing and found herself silently watching from a discreet distance. She really was quite good.

Then the lights started getting brighter. Even Marcille's light spell started getting brighter (it can get real dark in some parts of the Vault and Marcille barely needed to think to cast such a simple spell.). She was going to have to do something.

"Um...Excuse me?"

Going for the firm and bold approach, I see.

From:

Tandy has a lot of pent up feelings. So naturally one of the lights explodes. Which jars her out of her focus pretty well.

"Shit."

Tandy's still reflexively speaking her version of English. She's been working on speaking the local dialect casually but she did just blow something up without meaning to. The tension broken with that little display means all the other lights go back to normal as Tandy catches her breath.

After getting her heart and breath under control does she notice she's gotten an audience. "...hi."

From:

[Applause snaps Tandy out of her spiral into herself, the lights hold at this higher brightness for a few moments as Tandy puts her mind back to right. Game face on and all that.]

Wasn't aware I'd gotten an audience.

From:

Tandy's eyes snap up to the sound interrupting her and a small blade of pure white light forms into her hand. It's just as amped as every other light in the room as Tandy assesses the situation.

No threat. Not in danger. Calm. Down.

All the lights and light magics revert to their more normal state, her knife is still the purest white light in her hand before it vanishes with everything. "I'll try to keep my focus a little better."

It was sheepish, and lame. And didn't explain anything.

From:

Apparently the firm and bold approach might have gotten her stabbed, so good move there.

Marcille didn't respond to the threat with a threat of her own. She just held very still while wishing she was better at abjuration until the strange dancer calmed down and the lights went back to normal.

"No need to pull knives on each other. We're all on the same side in here."

From:

Tandy holds her hands up, palm open. Not intending to be a threat. She didn't mean to summon up her Dagger. It just- did that. The same way her powers amped the light spells and sometimes caused things to explode.

"My power is a little... Tempermental, here." The reasoning was more complicated than just any one thing. But that absence in herself was clearly nagging at her more than she wants it to. Hence the stress, and stress dancing, and volatile powers. "Sorry. Let's try again? I'm Tandy."

Her command of the local dialect is pretty good. But she practices.

From:

"Hello Tandy, I'm Marcille."

Excellent diplomacy, the situation seems to have been diffused. Now that she listened, Tandy's accent suggested she might be one of the outworlders. At the very least, it wasn't an accent Marcille recognized.

"I've never seen that style of dancing before. What was it?"

Edited Date: 2024-06-19 05:27 am (UTC)

From:

Link reacts immediately, reaching instinctively for the sword strapped to his back. But then he blinks, and realises - it was one of the lights. There isn't any danger. He releases his hold on his sword, and lowers his hand.

"Hi," he says. And then, because he was wondering about the lights - was it her?! - he asks, "...Do you have bomb magic?"

If she had bomb magic, he was very, very jealous.

From:

chosenkingoflucis

Someone else ventures into the common room- or more like drags himself considering he was woken unceremoniously by the Apothecary. Apologies ahead of time if he's a little grumpy.

Noctis flops down in a chair, then discovers the presence of the other woman.

"Oh. Didn't know anyone else was here..." he comments as he starts to stand and leave them to it, when he pauses, noting the woman's dour mood. "Hey, you alright?"

From:

"Nope, that'd be pretty cool. Light magic." Calling it magic was still 'new' for her. It was magic, best as she could tell at home. Although she didn't compare notes with the one witch she met. "It sometimes can get away from me if I'm distracted."

She closes her eyes to focus her breath, a small orb of light forming between her hands as the lights (the ones not blown up) grow brighter in time with her power. But she let's the orb disappear before anything (else) explodes. Control, she can be in control. She's got this.

Eyes open again she figures it'll help sell the whole 'she's okay' if she acts like a normal person. "I'm Tandy."

From:

Good, small talk, she can practice her local accent to better fit in. Also nothing blew up and nothing escalated further.

"Ballet. It's all about grace and control." Well, also endurance, but that's not normally what people notice. The show of it is about the control.

She needed to keep in practice for her own sanity as much as anything. But on top of that it was her's, and she only got it back after years without it. She couldn't lose much else, "I figured here was the best choice to practice, all things considered."

From:

"I could use the company," the words lacked any actual sell on the idea she wanted to have company. One of those wants and needs issues. What she wanted wasn't what she needed, but what she needed she couldn't sell as actually wanting.

"Fine, just- long day." She wasn't sure how to explain without talking about who she was, or where she's from. Another part of the 'long day.' She didn't have to keep a persona for so long, all her cons were short. Few hours max. This was new. "I'm Tandy, wasn't expecting other people to be around right now."

From:

“It’s lovely.” She admitted, but her academic and practical. She had heard of magic traditions that incorporated dancing before, after all.

“Does it…normally cause a buildup of light magic?”

From:

Like magic. Like Rauru.

And Zelda.

There's a solemn, wistful look on his face, as he gazes at the ball of light. Zelda would love to see this, meet someone else who possessed the same kind of magic.

"It's powerful," he says, as the light disappears. "I'm Link."

From:

Hmm. That was a weird reaction. Of course, between his ears and the 'everything about here' the word weird lost a little of its definition. But his mind definitely went somewhere while she was showing off.

Wonder where that is.

"I've always been the better at destruction." Light. Hope. Both hand in hand with the power to break things, end things. Far more than her partner. "Maybe didn't mean to do it here, but the past month has been stressful."

"What about you, anything you feel like sharing?" She did feel a little exposed, having her powers being talked about and scrutinized when she was usually the one spying and stealing, not being so seen.

From:

"Oh, no. That is just... Me." It would be nice if the dancing was what caused the flares of power, the destruction. But no, she had to carry that.

How does she best explain herself, her issues. Without, of course, just opening herself up to a stranger. "My magic is just tied to my emotions. Dance is one of my healthier ways to express it. Since- well, I've always loved dancing."

Having to give up dance for nearly a decade, because her life didn't give her the time or space to do it, was probably a part of her many poor choices over that time.

From:

Link makes a soft, encouraging sound of acknowledgement. He certainly doesn't regard being better at the destruction as a bad thing. In fact, it can be downright useful.

So maybe Link's a little fond of explosions, sometimes. The Sheikah Slate's bomb rune had always been his favourite.

He has to think a little at her question, though, head titled to one side. What can he share? He doesn't have Rauru's arm anymore, or the Sage's Vows. He doesn't have a similarly spectacular gift to demonstrate.

But, Link's not entirely without fancy tricks. Coming to a decision, he nods - and then runs towards the benches at the side of the room. Leaping on top of them, he uses them as a springboard to leap up high as he twists and draws the bow on his back.

From Link's perspective, everyone around his slows down. He has the time to aim and fire each shot as he wants it. But to Tandy, it will look like Link has just managed to draw and fire multiple times in less than a second.

At the other end of the room, nine arrows pierce one of the other lights.

From: