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vivalai. 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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Date: 2025-05-04 04:38 am (UTC)And with only one wheel currently attached to the plank of wood, positioning exactly right was...challenging.
So Link Ultrahands the plank-and-wheel towards Cid, and rotates it into a position that will make attaching the next wheel easier. That is, if Cid holds it up for him.
"Hand please?" Link asks. Hopefully Cid gets the idea.
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Date: 2025-05-05 11:50 pm (UTC)He motions to Link's leg as he sets to work, though.
"Tell me you did that doing something heroic, lad."
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Date: 2025-05-06 02:11 am (UTC)It's bare bones to the extend that Link shouldn't be able to make anything. And yet when Link releases the wheel, it sticks right to the plank.
As for Cid's question...well, he had gotten this fighting Gaurus the Bleeder. Something most people would call heroic. And yet Link doesn't mention that.
"Fell off a building," Link says instead, with a completely straight face.
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Date: 2025-05-06 03:33 pm (UTC)"Falling off of buildings isn't the best way to spend a Tuesday, lad." He grunts at the offending plant and wheels. "Let me guess: that shiny hand of yours is doing the holding when you should be using nuts and bolts to build whatever it is you're workin' on here."
He crosses his arms and turns to Link more fully. "What are you trying to build? A means of moving about with a bum leg?"
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Date: 2025-05-07 10:33 am (UTC)But as for his current project...
"Don't need nuts and bolts." Why would he bother with those, when he's got Ultrahand? (Although Ultrahand constructions are, admittedly, rather less...durable...than those more traditionally made. Most tended to fall apart after a period of time.)
Then he pauses. Shrugs. Sure, this is meant to be a means of moving about. But it's not, strictly speaking, necessary. Link's got crutches. But there's reasons other than mobility for making a wheeled card.
"More fun than crutches."
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Date: 2025-05-08 04:29 am (UTC)And he meant it, already thinking through plans.
"Aye, I reckon it would be." He motions toward Link again. "I know you've got a gift of the gab, but how about you tell me how you came to fall of a building?"
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Date: 2025-05-08 10:57 am (UTC)"I live dangerously."
Apparently the constant possibility of sudden and complete collapse is, in fact, part of the fun. After all, then Link gets to construct a different abomination of a machine.
As for the building...Link thinks about it for a moment. Cocks his head to one side. Thinks about it some more.
"...Blood magic," he concludes. Yup. That was what did it, really; blood magic.
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Date: 2025-05-09 05:00 am (UTC)That much was true, at least. Anyone willing to sign on with the lot of them had a death wish, or at least a reckless streak a mile wide.
"But I'm still making you something." Something with axles and the lot.
"Blood magic?" But he does hold the plank steady while Link does his thing, whatever that is.
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Date: 2025-05-10 07:36 am (UTC)"From the enemy," Link says, as he telekinetically picks up another wheel, and starts lining it up with where he wants to attach it.
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Date: 2025-05-11 03:54 pm (UTC)Still, he does hold the wheel steady for Link to attach, because he doesn't exactly have any tools here to make good on what he's promised.
"Aye, what enemy, lad?"