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vivala2025-05-03 03:32 pm
newmemorywhodis) wrote in vivala2025-05-03 03:32 pm
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Quest 08
i. Healing is terrible
Like many warriors, Link...was…not the best patient.
Sure, he could sometimes be very still, and patient. He’s spent countless hours on guard duty. But that, somehow, was different from being stuck in a bed. At least guard duty was doing something, even if that something was, paradoxically, standing around doing nothing.
Unfortunately, standing all was rather outside of the question, since thanks to Gaurus the Bleeder, Link’s leg was now broken.
Not that this stopped from attempting to flee his assigned bed wherever possible. In fact he was often seen hobbling around the hospital wing - usually by hopping - as he attempted to find some way to do something useful. Can he help sort medicines? Fold bandages? Clean surgical tools? Cook meals for other patients?
Until the medical staff noticed their rogue patient, and ushered Link back to his bed. Where he would begrudging stay - for a while - until once again restlessness took over, and the cycle begins anew.
ii. Looking after Donnie’s garden [Vault]
When Link is - finally! released from the terrible boredom that was being stuck in the hospital wing, he ends up making his way to Donnie’s underground garden, in the Vault.
For a long while he just sits on the ground by Donnie’s patch, crutches tossed to one side while he stares vacantly at the muddlebuds and bombs flowers.
Link should be helping. He wants to help. He’d find a way, broken leg or not. But any suggestion of Link joining the rescue team had been struck down immediately, so instead Link was here. Not helping at all.
…There’s some weeds around the puffshrooms, though. And the bomb flowers are ready for harvest. At least Link can take care of those.
Slowly, Link gets to work.
iii. Angry angry chickens [Flotsam]
Later - when the rescue is over and the Flotsam fleet is coming back together - Link makes his way back to his dorm room. Where he is met with a very, very angry chicken.
“...Sorry,” he tells Pepper the chicken, as she furiously clucks at him. She also pecks him, repeatedly. But since she mostly just gets at the leg that it’s a cast, he doesn’t actually feel anything.
He does feel pretty guilty, though. She hasn’t had any company - or anyone feeding her. And sure, that’s mainly because getting back had been a bit tricky for Link to manage. He still feels bad regardless.
As an apology, Link starts emptying his pack of several chicken-friendly meals.Meals which Pepper immediately descends upon - although this does not do anything to halt her angry clucking at all.
She’s probably going to be mad at him for a while…
iv. Time to get some sweet wheels [Vault]
They’d given him crutches, to get around on. And they were…okay. They did the job.
But Link had Ultrahand now. He could do better.
So just outside the Armory, with Pepper the chicken keeping him company, Link is making himself a vehicle. He doesn’t have any Zonai devices, but he’s still managed to scrounge up some pieces of wood and metal and a small collection of some wheels.
They’re the sort of thing that you usually wouldn’t expect a man with a broken leg to be able to move easily. Except Link doesn’t need to move at all: he just raises his right up, points it at a wheel, and as his arm temporarily changes in appearance a glowing green light connects the wheel and his arm. And the wheel lifts.
Deftly moving it through the air, Link positions the wheel next to the corner of a plank of wood. Then - as the green light disappears and his arm returns to normal - the wood and wheel move towards each other, as a green glue-light substands sticks the two together.
One wheel down! Now, just three more to go…
Like many warriors, Link...was…not the best patient.
Sure, he could sometimes be very still, and patient. He’s spent countless hours on guard duty. But that, somehow, was different from being stuck in a bed. At least guard duty was doing something, even if that something was, paradoxically, standing around doing nothing.
Unfortunately, standing all was rather outside of the question, since thanks to Gaurus the Bleeder, Link’s leg was now broken.
Not that this stopped from attempting to flee his assigned bed wherever possible. In fact he was often seen hobbling around the hospital wing - usually by hopping - as he attempted to find some way to do something useful. Can he help sort medicines? Fold bandages? Clean surgical tools? Cook meals for other patients?
Until the medical staff noticed their rogue patient, and ushered Link back to his bed. Where he would begrudging stay - for a while - until once again restlessness took over, and the cycle begins anew.
ii. Looking after Donnie’s garden [Vault]
When Link is - finally! released from the terrible boredom that was being stuck in the hospital wing, he ends up making his way to Donnie’s underground garden, in the Vault.
For a long while he just sits on the ground by Donnie’s patch, crutches tossed to one side while he stares vacantly at the muddlebuds and bombs flowers.
Link should be helping. He wants to help. He’d find a way, broken leg or not. But any suggestion of Link joining the rescue team had been struck down immediately, so instead Link was here. Not helping at all.
…There’s some weeds around the puffshrooms, though. And the bomb flowers are ready for harvest. At least Link can take care of those.
Slowly, Link gets to work.
iii. Angry angry chickens [Flotsam]
Later - when the rescue is over and the Flotsam fleet is coming back together - Link makes his way back to his dorm room. Where he is met with a very, very angry chicken.
“...Sorry,” he tells Pepper the chicken, as she furiously clucks at him. She also pecks him, repeatedly. But since she mostly just gets at the leg that it’s a cast, he doesn’t actually feel anything.
He does feel pretty guilty, though. She hasn’t had any company - or anyone feeding her. And sure, that’s mainly because getting back had been a bit tricky for Link to manage. He still feels bad regardless.
As an apology, Link starts emptying his pack of several chicken-friendly meals.Meals which Pepper immediately descends upon - although this does not do anything to halt her angry clucking at all.
She’s probably going to be mad at him for a while…
iv. Time to get some sweet wheels [Vault]
They’d given him crutches, to get around on. And they were…okay. They did the job.
But Link had Ultrahand now. He could do better.
So just outside the Armory, with Pepper the chicken keeping him company, Link is making himself a vehicle. He doesn’t have any Zonai devices, but he’s still managed to scrounge up some pieces of wood and metal and a small collection of some wheels.
They’re the sort of thing that you usually wouldn’t expect a man with a broken leg to be able to move easily. Except Link doesn’t need to move at all: he just raises his right up, points it at a wheel, and as his arm temporarily changes in appearance a glowing green light connects the wheel and his arm. And the wheel lifts.
Deftly moving it through the air, Link positions the wheel next to the corner of a plank of wood. Then - as the green light disappears and his arm returns to normal - the wood and wheel move towards each other, as a green glue-light substands sticks the two together.
One wheel down! Now, just three more to go…
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...Although he maybe wasn't expecting to find out right now. He's only halfway through the puzzle of stacking this pile of hospital gowns by size and colour.
"...Haven't finished yet," he says, looking at the sheets with a faint frown. He hates leaving a puzzle unsolved.
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Terra looks over what Link appears to be working on.
"Wouldn't those go there?"
She does point out a combination that does, in fact, help with the puzzle.
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She's right! That is the right spot!
He quickly re-arranges the gowns she pointed out. A few more soon follow, and then all the gowns are correctly sorted. Success!
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"Are you able to come back for your examination now?"
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He sighs, and nods. Yes, he can come back through. Though he's not exactly keen for it. Not because of the examination itself - he's fine with that. But afterwards, he knows want him back in bed again.
And then he'll be bored, again.
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Terra finds this puzzling, but she has perhaps an abnormally high tolerance for hospital beds and tests.
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"...Bed's boring."
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"...did you need more books?"
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Mainly because he still couldn't read Imperial particularly well. And there was only so long that he could tolerate lying around, reading in a language that wasn't native to him, without feeling the need to move.
Do something.
Be useful.
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She's going to figure this out Link, or at least she thinks she is.
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"You have food?"
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"Yes! We just got some fresh fish delivered this morning if you want something heartier!"
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Link wonders about the possibilities, as he hobbles along behind Terra. Was it a fish Link had tried before? Or a new fish, one he might want to try cooking himself sometime?
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"I believe we had some trout, some sea bream, and someone caught an octopus that they're trying to figure out what to do with."
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He's never eaten octopus before.
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Terra seems rather delighted to have hit upon something that interests him.
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Really, Link wasn't precious about how it was cooked. He liked pretty much everything. But he's always interested to see how other people cook, and if there's anything new he can pick up.
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Terra remembers the man agonizing over the unfamiliar ingredient, he will certainly be happy to have a taker.
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In fact, he's keen enough that - for the first time in Link's hospital stay - he doesn't attempt to find another task to complete, or wonder off in the middle of the way back. He even hops right over to his bed and sits on it.
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In fact, he gives it a quick curious, interested inspection - before promptly tossing a piece into his mouth. And then several pieces, at the same time. He is quite literally stuffing his face with with them.
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"May I change your bandages?"
Her tone is a bit hesitant, she's still not totally comfortable asserting herself.
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He might be a difficult patient, but that's mainly because he doesn't like to stay put - not because he refuses treatment.
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"Thank you," he says, when she's finished.