locked to zenith

[bakedapple]

[ Link's mental space feels like being outside, so depending on where you are, you might not realize that someone has started Communion with you. Since joining the Zenith, the landscape of Link's mind has gone from idyllic, sunny forests to icy, overcast mountains. A frigid wind blows against your face, carrying the scent of firewood and meat roasting over an open flame. The diminutive Hylian is not sitting by the fire, but standing at the edge of a rocky ledge, his back turned. ]

There's going to be another Oracle soon. I can feel it. The rest of you can feel it too, right? That... pulling feeling.

[ He sighs. ]

If we lose this one, it's over. The Meridian isn't going to go easy on us. I know them... I know how badly they want to win. To them, the stakes couldn't be higher.

So let's talk. About what we're going to be up against, and... well, planning ahead isn't really something we can do, but at least we can warn each other of the dangers that individual Meri pose.

And I... I want to say something, too.

[ He sits down where he stands, his feet hanging off the cliff. There's a sense that he knows this isn't going to go over well, but it's important enough to him to say it anyway. ]

Killing the other guy before they kill you is what war is. That's normal. But Kenos is different. Death doesn't work the way it should here. We don't die permanently. You can neutralize someone threatening you by just dissipating them. There's nothing to gain by destroying their soul after you're no longer in danger.

So, I don't think any of us should shatter anyone ever again.

If you claim someone's Shard, you should protect it. If you feel that you can't do that, give it to someone else.

...I'm not stupid. I know a lot of you aren't gonna agree to this. And the Meris probably won't either. I'm sure they want revenge for what happened to Quetzalcoatl, and those of you who lost the Shards Yima gave you probably aren't feeling very merciful right now either...

But if we don't come to some kinda agreement now, that's going to become normal. Things are gonna get really bad. I don't want that. So... can we talk about it, at least?

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[fursuit]

Oh, yeah, heard your, uh. Troubles with that. Was kinda hungover at the time, though, so.

[ That's why no reply... He's not a responsible god when it comes to Substances, actually. He'll at least be chilling out on it with the Oracle now for sure on the horizon, though. ]

Front and center, huh? Sounds like you got a big piece in mind, then! Chest or stomach?

[tattooism]

Thankfully for all of you, I’m very used to my male companions being too drunk to be relied on half the time.

[a put upon sigh. youkai partied hard. could she just get her own parlor at this point? sure, but-

more importantly-]

Not a comment on the size so much as the location, o god of conflict.

Front… and center. Vertically.

[fursuit]

[ He is... not completely sure how to take that. A little insulted?? But it's not like they've fucked, which is definitely the joke (?) she's making??

...Yeah. More importantly, ]

Ha, nice! If it matters for your brainstorming, I dig shirts that show my stomach, so. Your work will be more on display than the rest.

[ He laughs, absolutely shameless on this one, naturally. ]

If my divine intuition is right, I think we got a week, maybe two? But I'd lean towards the former. That enough time?

[tattooism]

[excuse you, she’s talking about the morning afters??? like she’s gonna waste time on someone that far gone… that’s really useless…

… she’s proud enough to like the idea of the belly shirts though.]

What sweet words you whisper in my “ear”~

[Hmm, a week… that would explain the abstract sense of looming danger she was「seeing」on shard-bearers.

Oh, well.]

The spell needs time to settle and heal into you, just like the tattoo does.

So no guarantees. But I can try.