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Characters:Dark Link and you.
Setting: Room 1-06 and the various hallways/floors nearby.
Format: Whatever floats your boat.
Summary: Dark Link arrives, then goes wandering.
Warnings: He will most likely piss you off. Especially if you wear green on a regular basis.
[Dark Link was never very invested in the world he inhabited. Sure he wanted his Master to have dominion over the earth as he deserved, but he was never a very ambitious person on his own behalf. He just wanted to have something to do. Decades of being idle gave him an intense hatred of boredom, so when he was able to fill out routine tasks for Ganondorf again, it felt like heaven. He had drive again, purpose. And then that stupid travesty of Link had to snatch it all away from him.
He could have stood and fought, risen against the one that took everything away from him…but what point was there in that? Why should he uselessly fling himself into danger when he would accomplish nothing from it? Why should he give up the body that he seemingly just got back? For loyalty? Sentimentality? No. He’d rather face another eon of boredom with hands and a face, than as a miserable smudge of dark energy.
So all in all, when a simple letter told him that his home world had been obliterated, Dark Link wasn’t too bummed out. He chuckled, idly spinning the card between his fingers as he muttered to himself.]
And despite all your grand actions, little hero, I’m still the last man standing.
[He snickers again, crumpling the paper and tossing it arbitrarily behind him. With an air of satisfaction, Dark stands up, surveying the room around him. So this place was his new home? He better take a look around. And so the prowling begins.]
Setting: Room 1-06 and the various hallways/floors nearby.
Format: Whatever floats your boat.
Summary: Dark Link arrives, then goes wandering.
Warnings: He will most likely piss you off. Especially if you wear green on a regular basis.
[Dark Link was never very invested in the world he inhabited. Sure he wanted his Master to have dominion over the earth as he deserved, but he was never a very ambitious person on his own behalf. He just wanted to have something to do. Decades of being idle gave him an intense hatred of boredom, so when he was able to fill out routine tasks for Ganondorf again, it felt like heaven. He had drive again, purpose. And then that stupid travesty of Link had to snatch it all away from him.
He could have stood and fought, risen against the one that took everything away from him…but what point was there in that? Why should he uselessly fling himself into danger when he would accomplish nothing from it? Why should he give up the body that he seemingly just got back? For loyalty? Sentimentality? No. He’d rather face another eon of boredom with hands and a face, than as a miserable smudge of dark energy.
So all in all, when a simple letter told him that his home world had been obliterated, Dark Link wasn’t too bummed out. He chuckled, idly spinning the card between his fingers as he muttered to himself.]
And despite all your grand actions, little hero, I’m still the last man standing.
[He snickers again, crumpling the paper and tossing it arbitrarily behind him. With an air of satisfaction, Dark stands up, surveying the room around him. So this place was his new home? He better take a look around. And so the prowling begins.]