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WHO: Link and you!
WHERE: The Hangar, the Hotel, and various places across Temba
WHAT: Link searches for scientists, looks at ships, and moves into a new home
WHEN: After Link's arrival & the blizzard event
WARNINGS: None expected

The new ponty-eared arrival in Temba isn't exactly looking like a style icon as he runs around Temba, wearing the slightly oversized sweatshirt and pants that Gladio gave him. In deference to the cold, on top of that he's also tied an old ratty blanket around his neck, as if it were a cloak.

And of course, on top of that, there is the Master Sword, slung on his back.

But Link certainly doesn't let the fact that he arrived wholly unprepared for the winter cold stop him from exploring this new location.

I. Searching for ~~quest-givers~~ scientists
So, Link is here. He knows he's here because the Agrii want heroes to help save them from the storms. He knows, at this point, absolutely nothing about said storms, or how to stop them.

But Gladio mentioned 'smart science types'. People like Purah, or Robbie. People who might have the knowledge and intelligence to figure out what's going on. If Link's going to figure out how he's going to help...they seem like a good place to start.

So he goes looking. Maybe he manages to track someone down by name. Maybe he finds a place that looks suitably...sciency, and just figures that whoever is in there is probably a scientist. Or knows where to find one.

Either way, wherever they are, Link will find them. And then just kind of look at them, with an odd, intense yet strangely blank-faced expression.

"...Hi," he says, still staring.

II. Hangar & the ships
The ships Link found partly while looking for scientists, partly while just exploring.

When he first sees them, he just...stares. He has no frame of reference for what these massive things are. But he can't help but be reminded - at least in some way - of the Divine Beasts. But while the Divine Beasts were similarly colossal in scale, they weren't spread out across Hyrule. Not all clustered together, in one place.

Link definitely wants to see what's inside these.

Though it takes a while, before he can get into one. The first few he tries, for whatever reason, he just...can't get in. But then he comes to the one that looks a bit scrappy - the Bloodsport - and the door just opens at a touch.

He peers in. What will he find in here?

III. The hotel
In the days and weeks after Link moves into one of the Hotel rooms, a few themes will soon emerge to anyone who pays attention.

Firstly, Link clearly pays absolutely no attention to any kind of schedule; he is just as likely to leave or arrive in the middle of the night, as he is any time during the day. Though he doesn't spend all that much time in the room itself, usually spending his time elsewhere.

Secondly, he keeps bringing back things. A armfull of baconrooms. Several bunches of Chicken Daisies. Pieces of wood. Rocks. Assorted debris. Even a few small lizards, one time. Although Link soon learned - to his disappointment - that lizards don't always stay where you put them.

He also has a habit of not always taking the stairs. There's a perfectly good window, after all. Why walk down, when you can climb?

IV. Wildcard
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The other things in the forge get a quick, curious glance. But the armor, at least in Link's opinion, still ranks as the most interesting thing - and thus still gets most of the attention.

But then he looks at Tony. Link does want to get home, yes. But he knows enough now to know that the getting back won't be easy. And that it's not just about getting home - it's about helping the Agrii.

"Can I help?" he asks.

That was about as much of an answer as Tony needed, making him breathe a humourless laugh with a nod for both of them. In return, Tony jumped back, "'Smart science type', are those Gladio's words, or yours?," only to start waving both hands before anyone had to bother to answer that. Not important. He continued, "I don't know if it's science alone anymore that is going to solve this problem. That's okay, that's not actually--contrary to popular belief, I'm used to that. Remind me, some other time, I'll tell you a story about him." His busy hands gave a flick toward the Iron Man, which his focus lingered on for another beat despite his hands continuing to move as he talked.

"Thing is, I'm supposed to be getting better at asking for help, it's something I'm supposed to be working on. Isn't that funny?" His flick this time was toward Link, like he happened to be a perfect piece to a puzzle that just showed up at Tony's door. Only, he still didn't really answer, because at some point while his mouth was moving he must have realized it was his turn again, and he proposed, "You're not used to people."

"...I meet people sometimes."

Which was...effectively a 'yes', really. Ever since waking up, most of Link's time had been spent out in the wilderness, alone. Sometimes he'd meet someone on the road, or go to a stable or town. But most of the time, it was just...Link. And only Link.

"And you do need help, but you don't want to ask for it?"

Usually, this is the part of dealing with other people that isn't so difficult. Link shows up, someone expresses a desire for something they need or want, and then Link goes off and helps them with whatever it is.

That getting someone to give him a task in the first place might be difficult...wasn't something Link had expected.

This time, while Tony's laugh was still quiet, it was more genuine, leaving him with a lingering, wry smile while he gave Link the airspace, finally, to decide if he wanted to try any further argument. Not that Link seemed to think it was so funny, or that he was under the impression that he had to prove how socialized he was. A very iterative answer overall.

Tony cleared his throat when he was presented with the question instead, hand up to stall that thought because he, on the other hand, had a lot to prove about how very normal he was, and how remarkably not-vulnerable he was, thank you: "No one likes to ask for help." A confident declaration, for someone who didn't know what Link's experience was. "So you can't come in with that upfront, centre stage, 'can I help?', that's not going to get you the results that you want, sweetheart. Let them think that you're not actually asking. Better yet, hack their e-mail and find our for yourself, avoid the conversation entirely."

Link blinks. Then eyes Tony doubtfully. That doesn't match with Link's experience at all. People ask him for help all the time. Catch those restless crickets, light that ancient furnace, kill that camp of monsters.

Defeat the primal force of evil that destroyed the kingdom. Et cetera, et cetera.

"Do you know people?" Then, after a pause, he adds: "...What's an email?"

Edited 2023-02-20 10:09 (UTC)

Which one of them better understood the intricacies of human behaviour might not have been an easy argument when they got to know each other better, but right now Tony thought he had the clear win because he was the one who just had people showing up at his door to deal with, which he indicated with to open hands toward the door in case Link had forgotten. Not that this happened often, just once more than Link could claim right now. Besides, "You show up and not even to ask me for help, just to offer it, cold-calling Samaritan, and you don't even have proper shoes." Tony's theory was solid. Less combatively, he did at least offer with flapping hands to dismiss any concern, "It's like the text messages you get in your communicator, don't worry about it. You're not from Earth. Was it my turn?"

Link does not even look towards the door, not bothering to even entertain the idea of leaving. Though his gaze does drift towards slippers Gladio gave him.

Sure, they weren't great. Not for trudging around in the snow. But they were warmer than his sandals, at least.

Then he looks back at Tony - but there's a glint in his eyes, now.

"I need help," he says, staring at Tony dead on, unblinking, and ignoring his question. "I need boots, please."

See? Link can do it. It's not that hard.

That was much better, Tony could work with a challenge way more than an unreadable stare, and his eyes narrowed curiously in return as he bit back a smirk. He wasn't even going to fight Link on the point, though, because they were successfully off of Tony asking for help, and instead he was spinning around suddenly to drag baskets and buckets out from under the workbench to rummage through, letting them spill across the floor carelessly in his search.

"I've got just the thing. Maybe. You don't look very big," he called over the racket he was making, only to pause there and lift his head to apologize, "You know, for shoes--," shake his head, and go back to digging. "I made these for a kid, not long ago--might be a little small, he had big feet, though--wasn't here much longer after that, practically brand new. Ah." Eventually, he produced a pair of leather-looking trainers, with the shape of shark teeth burned into the fabric. He dropped them onto the workbench to perch his hands on his hips, looking skeptical of them now that he had them out.

Link trails along behind Tony as he searches. He shoes no sign of offense at being small - mainly because he just is. Link is short; this is simply a fact, and not one he sees the need to be upset about.

Then there's a pair of shoes on the workbench. Link leans over, curiously inspecting the odd teeth marks. Then he grabs them, kicks off his slippers, and puts them on.

Not the best pair of shoes Link's had. They are just a tiny bit too small. But better than the slippers and the sandals for this weather. He wriggles his toes in them.

"Look at that," Tony admired, willing to accept this temporary solution at least. Nobody was about to lose any more extremities, in any case, and he cleared his throat and folded his arms to tuck his hands away, keeping them unusually still. "I can make you something more suitable, if you've got a good idea of what you need. What you're usually helping with," he said, and it wasn't quite an offer as much as it was an expectation for both of them. "If it's something adaptive--you don't have to tell me, if you don't want to, though I will say that's more my specialty, and I'm very good at keeping a secret."

Link doesn't even hesitate.

"Boots. Ones you can run and climb in. A lot." The slippers might have been warm, but - as Link had soon found - they weren't all that great for most of the things Link spend his time doing. "Show shoes."

Tony's addendum, however, Link's not so sure he understands. "Adaptive?" he says, frowning slightly. Adaptive to what?

Okay, running and climbing, that was more information than Tony'd had to far about Link's offered help, and he nodded, welcoming, "Easy." That was baseline gear, things Hawkeye or Cap would have used and Tony was very used to making.

"You know..." he started, gesturing vaguely to the sword this kid was carrying around like a fashion accessory. Not something the typical civilian kept on their person. "If you have powers. Mutations. Tend to wear things out fast, or need extra mobility, or they just have to come off easy in a crisis."

Does Link have powers? Well, there were the gifts the Champion's spirits gave him. And that thing that happens, sometimes, where time goes slow in the middle of a battle. So...

"Yes," he says, nodding. He does have powers. "But they don't affect my boots."

Not entirely sure what to do with that, and not yet out of the habit, Tony continued to stare at Link expectantly until it was clear that was all the information that he was supposed to have, and he had to accept, "Okay. Well." So, there were powers to worry about, but not immediately concerning the footwear problem. Tony continued, "I'm glad we're sharing all kinds of fascinating things about each other, this has been really productive. It looks like I have a lot of work to do, so, listen, if you think of anything else, uh, show up, I guess, if that's your thing, sweetheart, I can't judge a man's preferences."

Huh. If Link thinks of anything else?

Link had been focused on looking for scientists and helping Tony, he hadn't stopped to actually think about thinks that he might want. Other than boots - but then that had been more of a spur-of-the-moment demand.

If he can make boots, he knows how to work. And - Link's eyes drift back to the Iron Man suit - other things, as well.

"Can you make a paraglider?" Link asks. Because if there's anything he really, really wishes he had...it was that.

"Also I need to help you." Because Link hadn't forgotten about that, and he was stubborn enough to not let it go. That determined, relentless stare was back. "To thank you."

"You're going to love this," Tony announced, hands back out and excited to talk for him again, despite maintaining a very practiced, cool expression. "I've got one of those already, too. It's in the big hangar, straight shot north of here. Full disclosure, I didn't make it, but I can guarantee you the guy who did isn't using it anymore, so we can make any upgrades you're into."

The excited hands dropped for Tony to brace himself on the workbench, the other folded on his hip for a smirk back at that stubborn stare, clearly thinking he had wrangled himself out of having to figure out what he was prepared to ask for help with. After a beat of skeptically narrowed eyes as he considered the running and climbing (and...paragliding), he produced, "Okay. Here's this." It still didn't come out easily, hand talking more easily again as it leapt away from his hip to make the shape of the thing he was trying to form the words for. The gesture gave a good indication of the size of the problem in question when Tony figured out, "There's a book. I'm pretty sure it's here--I know it's here. Red, with a star on the front. It's not a normal--it's not in the library, not that easy. If I could suggest anywhere to start looking for it, it would be near the train station, between here and the hangar."

A paraglider! And one Link can use right now?

"I can go take it?" Link says, bouncing on his heels a little. Though he might be a little less excited later, when he actually sees it - and realises it's far too big for him to carry around.

Then Link focuses again, listening to the request. "Red book. With a star. One you lost?"

That was definitely the first time Tony had seen Link light up about something, and it was difficult not to grin in return, eyeing Link curiously the same way he had when he revealed his combative side. In response, Tony nodded and raised his eyebrows with a flick toward the door, inviting Link to indulge himself any time he was ready. It wasn't like anyone else would be looking for the thing.

"Yeah, uh...sure," Tony replied, brow furrowing as he considered how to explain the book. It certainly was lost, that seemed like the simple explanation. "But it's--if anyone else reads it, they might be hurt." Which wasn't a lie, necessarily. Tony didn't really know how it worked, and had only held it briefly in a dream.

"Hurt?" Link says. "It's - enchanted? Cursed?"

Must be; otherwise Link couldn't really understand how a book could hurt someone, just by reading it. Not anything more than a papercut, anyway.

While Tony's mouth opened readily as ever, he did not have an answer to this question, and eventually had to let his jaw click shut with his shoulders tensing in what might have been a shrug. More confrontationally than was probably necessary, he returned, "Does it matter?" It might have mattered; Link's undefined powers maybe made him particularly sensitive to magics.

Link thinks about it. Then shrugs. No, it probably doesn't really matter. It's just...confusing.

"Books don't usually hurt," he says. "Unless they're very heavy. And you drop them on someone."

Tony took this proposal as though it was a scientific inquiry, tapping at his chin thoughtfully before producing, "I don't think it's heavy enough for that. Unless you dropped it from quite high. And gave it a good start. At which point, you've really just chosen a poor projectile, a rock would be more effective."

Link nods, agreeing with this assessment.

"Rocks are better," he says. "They roll."

He might be speaking from experience, there. Extensive experience. Although they weren't really rocks so much as giant boulders...

Edited 2023-02-25 04:21 (UTC)

"Nothing better than rock'n'roll," Tony agreed sedately with a nod, like this was the natural conclusion to his lost book request and they had made some very productive development toward resolving it. What Link could possibly be telling him about rocks was beyond him--it couldn't possibly just be that he was that thrilled about rocks. Right? Tony's teasing smile was belated, a wry flash of a fang that lingered as he made a flick toward the door, where Link had first appeared with his question. "You'll have to tell me what you won," Tony said. "I wasn't paying attention during the betting process."

It wasn't anything particularly thrilling, or complicated. Just that if you had a high vantage point and a really big rock, well, some monsters ended up being a whole lot easier to beat.

Now, though, Link was just...confused. And feeling like he missed something.

"Betting?" When were they betting? (And...with what? Link doesn't even have any rupies.)

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