[He...doesn't totally sound like he means that; his tone remains kind of light and conversational. But he does appreciate your not being concerned or caring at all, really.]
(biggest tree. highest branch. that's where inuyasha stays, where he lives, now that there are no humans who require a bed, warmth, a sense of stability and whatnot. he sure wish there were, but there aren't - he'll just live as he used to before kagome. except this is not his forest. it's just a tree. he's eating whatever meat he could get his hands on back in the city, and even while the meal is the closest to his nose, he can definitely smell The Wall TM.
so, he's throwing a rock. it's a hello. he's mature.)
[Dohalim had likened the use of magic to drawing a bow, and while the comparison has really resonated with Link...it probably wasn't meant to be so literal. Link stands at the edge of a small clearing, a small clump of trees just a few yards away, and he focuses. Taking a deep breath, he takes an archer's stance, drawing his arm back the same as he would with his real bow (which, incidentally, is strapped to his back along with his bag). It looks kind of silly the first two times he does it: him focusing intently, as if about to fire an arrow, but...with nothing in his hands. The third time, though, something begins to appear in the hand pulling back the invisible bow. No larger than a teardrop at first, growing to the size of a marble and then a walnut: a small orb of water. It stretches out as he pulls his arm back, into a long, thin shape, like he's trying to form an arrow out of water. Okay. This is good. This is progress. If he just keeps focusing--
Thunk!
The rock hits him in the back of his head, and he jumps. The water seems to jump too, exploding and then splashing all over Link, proving once more that every time he tries this stuff he just ends up somewhat damp. He looks up at first, and then around. His eyebrows lift a bit.]
(is link already used to the bragging? or the rudeness? or being called the wall? or being told he smells weird? or -- inuyasha. just inuyasha.
it's a jump that takes him from his branch back to the floor, meat between his fangs because like hell he's gonna let some asshole bird take it from him, and he approaches.)
Ain't nobody taught you manners? You come to someone's house, you say hello.
[It's like someone made an AU fanfic of "what if Revali was a dog demon instead of a bird?" Wild. Link's not complaining, though; in a way, the bragging makes him feel a little nostalgic.]
House?
[He looks around. It...it's a tree, dude. Not even a little bit of house in sight. Still, after a beat, he's buying into whatever sort of madness Inuyasha is spinning.]
Ah, sorry. Should I leave my shoes by the door?
[Inexplicably, despite his question, he makes no move to remove his shoes.]
(he would be so offended to be compared to a birb.
at least link rips a laugh out of inuyasha, who is singing claws into the poor meat and pushing it with his fangs for a piece. more like toying with food, really.)
[He'd be extra offended if he ever met him, too. Anyway, this is already a fascinating interaction, even if Link is still dripping a little bit. He...bows slightly. At the tree.]
My name is Link. It's nice to meet you.
[He's very casual about it too, as if this isn't the first time he's ever had a conversation with a tree. Look, BOTW is a weird game, okay.]
(when he says he can smell link a mile away, he isn't joking. why on earth does he not have a house is beyond Inuyasha - he isn't part animal, is he? a house wouldn't be a problem. yet, he smells no cooking, and the burning smell is so faint--
he does not give a fuck he does not give a fuck he does not give a fuck--
ugh. give him 10 minutes. inuyasha simply appears at link's camp, throwing more wood and leaves on his fire, a bunny between his fangs.)
[When he arrives at Link's makeshift camp, he'll find the Hylian readying a fishing pole with a somewhat dubious look on his face. He's used to catching things with his hands, at this point, but with the curse in mind...well, the fish will stay fresh longer if he doesn't touch them. Still, the fishing pole is a little more complicated, and that's hard to get used to.
The snap of a few twigs alerts him to a presence, and he turns just in time to see...Inuyasha feeding the fire? But he doesn't question it, grabbing the stick he was planning to use for whatever fish he might catch.]
Your fire wasn't picking up, you were going to freeze at night, stupid.
(and in a demonstration of class and elegance, he literally just yeets the bunny at link's face from his own. inuyasha already caught it, so you better skin it and cook it. it's link's turn to do something around here.)
[Pride isn't really Link's thing, so he doesn't argue. And besides, if he's not going to the lake, he doesn't need to put out the fire anyway...so it's a win no matter what.]
What would I do without you looking out for me?
[That's a weird way of saying "thanks," Link. Anyway, he takes the rabbit and starts skinning it with little difficulty. It's not the first time he's done this, clearly. Rather than the stick, though, he puts it in his cooking pot, and starts slicing mushrooms and wild onions to go with it. A little rock salt, a spoonful of water, and then he puts the pot over the fire.]
I'm actually not sure how you made it this fucking far.
(be nice goddamn it
whatever link wants to do with their dinner, it's on him. inuyasha could eat it raw, but alas, it's better when it's in a stew anyway. link better not give him terrible food to eat.
well, he's taking his position as a dog statue against a tree, his ear perking at a noise or two in the distance.)
[Link says it easily, as if he doesn't look entirely within his element, out in the woods like this. It's comforting territory for him, but it's not like he has anything to prove -- his ability to survive speaks for itself.
He stirs the food in the pot, adding a few things as the food sizzles: a bit of flour, to thicken the stew. Spices, herbs. The rest of the vegetables. It's not a quick process, by any means, but it's a process he enjoys. He remains quiet --honestly that's just his nature, generally-- but it's clear from his expression that he's happily within his element. When Inuyasha finally speaks, he tilts his head, looking questioningly at two portions scooped into bowls that he's holding.]
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[A pause.]
I'm just trying to figure out what to do now.
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[Link that wasn't a compliment!!!!]
... I recently acquired the ability to use magic. Water magic, precisely. I'm not sure where to start in learning how to control it.
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I can't really help you perse. My power comes from my blood. It is what it is.
(a growl. ugh. why does he care. he doesn't. care. ok. time to pretend he doesn't give a shit.)
If my wife shows up, I'll send her to you.
(failed.)
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[He...doesn't totally sound like he means that; his tone remains kind of light and conversational. But he does appreciate your not being concerned or caring at all, really.]
I appreciate the thought. ...You have a wife?
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She's a priestess. She had to learn how to control it.
I had to control a few things, but I don't think it'd be any fucking help to your case.
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so, he's throwing a rock. it's a hello. he's mature.)
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Thunk!
The rock hits him in the back of his head, and he jumps. The water seems to jump too, exploding and then splashing all over Link, proving once more that every time he tries this stuff he just ends up somewhat damp. He looks up at first, and then around. His eyebrows lift a bit.]
Good aim.
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(is link already used to the bragging? or the rudeness? or being called the wall? or being told he smells weird? or -- inuyasha. just inuyasha.
it's a jump that takes him from his branch back to the floor, meat between his fangs because like hell he's gonna let some asshole bird take it from him, and he approaches.)
Ain't nobody taught you manners? You come to someone's house, you say hello.
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House?
[He looks around. It...it's a tree, dude. Not even a little bit of house in sight. Still, after a beat, he's buying into whatever sort of madness Inuyasha is spinning.]
Ah, sorry. Should I leave my shoes by the door?
[Inexplicably, despite his question, he makes no move to remove his shoes.]
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at least link rips a laugh out of inuyasha, who is singing claws into the poor meat and pushing it with his fangs for a piece. more like toying with food, really.)
Fine, fine. Wall, this is my tree.
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My name is Link. It's nice to meet you.
[He's very casual about it too, as if this isn't the first time he's ever had a conversation with a tree. Look, BOTW is a weird game, okay.]
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whenever who cares part 2
he does not give a fuck he does not give a fuck he does not give a fuck--
ugh. give him 10 minutes. inuyasha simply appears at link's camp, throwing more wood and leaves on his fire, a bunny between his fangs.)
Shut up, get a stick.
what a good boi
The snap of a few twigs alerts him to a presence, and he turns just in time to see...Inuyasha feeding the fire? But he doesn't question it, grabbing the stick he was planning to use for whatever fish he might catch.]
Was my stomach growling that loudly?
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(and in a demonstration of class and elegance, he literally just yeets the bunny at link's face from his own. inuyasha already caught it, so you better skin it and cook it. it's link's turn to do something around here.)
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What would I do without you looking out for me?
[That's a weird way of saying "thanks," Link. Anyway, he takes the rabbit and starts skinning it with little difficulty. It's not the first time he's done this, clearly. Rather than the stick, though, he puts it in his cooking pot, and starts slicing mushrooms and wild onions to go with it. A little rock salt, a spoonful of water, and then he puts the pot over the fire.]
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(be nice goddamn it
whatever link wants to do with their dinner, it's on him. inuyasha could eat it raw, but alas, it's better when it's in a stew anyway. link better not give him terrible food to eat.
well, he's taking his position as a dog statue against a tree, his ear perking at a noise or two in the distance.)
I can catch another if you're an endless pit.
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[Link says it easily, as if he doesn't look entirely within his element, out in the woods like this. It's comforting territory for him, but it's not like he has anything to prove -- his ability to survive speaks for itself.
He stirs the food in the pot, adding a few things as the food sizzles: a bit of flour, to thicken the stew. Spices, herbs. The rest of the vegetables. It's not a quick process, by any means, but it's a process he enjoys. He remains quiet --honestly that's just his nature, generally-- but it's clear from his expression that he's happily within his element. When Inuyasha finally speaks, he tilts his head, looking questioningly at two portions scooped into bowls that he's holding.]
You're not having any?
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surprise mystery journal note from someone called 'SV'
You're the guy who's been cataloging plants he finds, right?
spooky, perhaps even ~scary~
or, one might say, frightening
very very frightening me
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I might have seen it growing in Coatepec. It's scarce, though.
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