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[Calibrations] It's dangerous to go alone, take this
WHO: Link and you!
WHERE: Link's Calibration room
WHAT: Calibrations
WHEN: June 10th to July 10th
WARNINGS: CW for death in the pool memory
On first appearances, Link's room is the inside of cosy little cottage.
There's rustic wooden furniture - that will appear to many as old fashioned - and Link is humming away as he cooks something at the small corner that serves as the kitchen. Propped up on the wall next to Link and the kitchen is the Sword the Seals the Darkness, a blade that many will recognise as the one that has been a constant presence on Link's back.
Draped over the back of one of the dining table chairs is the Champion's tunic, a distinctive blue garment. Sitting on that same chair, hidden partially by the fabric of the tunic, is the Sheikah Slate, a rectangular device that's sitting on one of the chairs. Atop the table itself sits the Thunder Helm.
In one corner, there's a small bookcase. On the shelves are a few assorted objects: a massively large scale, and a whistle.
There is, however, something odd that happens in this room. Sometimes, if you tilt your head at just the right angle or look out of the corner of your eye, the appears of it shifts - like a lenticular image. The cottage will be gone, and Link won't be humming away at the kitchen anymore. Instead, it will be a mysterious underground space, lit by soft blue glowing lights and faint orange constellations on the walls.
In the middle of this space is a small pool, or perhaps a kind of tub. It's filled with a bright blue water - and inside, as well, is Link. He's completely under the surface, dressed only in a pair of boxers, eyes closed. He's not moving.
To one side of the chamber, a picture hands on the wall.
On the other side, a pedestal - out of which grows a single silent princess flower.
And if, while within the mysterious underground space, if you tilt your head and gaze in just the right way again, there will be another shift. This time, it's strange in a different way. Large sections of the space seem to be just...gone, leaving behind only a blank white nothingness. In between those blank spaces are what is perhaps stone walls, something that might - maybe? - look like a room in a castle. But the details that do exist are so fuzzy and indistinct, it's hard to really tell.
There are a few pictures on the walls. But they feature only people with blank, featureless faces.
No matter what you touch, or interact with, there are no memories to be found here. And Link isn't anywhere to be seen at all. From this place, he is absent.
WHERE: Link's Calibration room
WHAT: Calibrations
WHEN: June 10th to July 10th
WARNINGS: CW for death in the pool memory
On first appearances, Link's room is the inside of cosy little cottage.
There's rustic wooden furniture - that will appear to many as old fashioned - and Link is humming away as he cooks something at the small corner that serves as the kitchen. Propped up on the wall next to Link and the kitchen is the Sword the Seals the Darkness, a blade that many will recognise as the one that has been a constant presence on Link's back.
Draped over the back of one of the dining table chairs is the Champion's tunic, a distinctive blue garment. Sitting on that same chair, hidden partially by the fabric of the tunic, is the Sheikah Slate, a rectangular device that's sitting on one of the chairs. Atop the table itself sits the Thunder Helm.
In one corner, there's a small bookcase. On the shelves are a few assorted objects: a massively large scale, and a whistle.
There is, however, something odd that happens in this room. Sometimes, if you tilt your head at just the right angle or look out of the corner of your eye, the appears of it shifts - like a lenticular image. The cottage will be gone, and Link won't be humming away at the kitchen anymore. Instead, it will be a mysterious underground space, lit by soft blue glowing lights and faint orange constellations on the walls.
In the middle of this space is a small pool, or perhaps a kind of tub. It's filled with a bright blue water - and inside, as well, is Link. He's completely under the surface, dressed only in a pair of boxers, eyes closed. He's not moving.
To one side of the chamber, a picture hands on the wall.
On the other side, a pedestal - out of which grows a single silent princess flower.
And if, while within the mysterious underground space, if you tilt your head and gaze in just the right way again, there will be another shift. This time, it's strange in a different way. Large sections of the space seem to be just...gone, leaving behind only a blank white nothingness. In between those blank spaces are what is perhaps stone walls, something that might - maybe? - look like a room in a castle. But the details that do exist are so fuzzy and indistinct, it's hard to really tell.
There are a few pictures on the walls. But they feature only people with blank, featureless faces.
No matter what you touch, or interact with, there are no memories to be found here. And Link isn't anywhere to be seen at all. From this place, he is absent.
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Although, once she stops and looks properly - he might be alive, but only in the most technical sense of the word. His pulse is so slow it might as well be non-existent. He's not breathing, even while under the water. It's like Link's body is in a kind of stasis.
Those injuries from the memory are still there, however. Mostly healed, now. On their way to becoming faded scars.
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Which is a whole thing because just like that she's back in the cottage and...
"What the hell is going on here!?"
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“…Dinner.”
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"Do you not even see what is going on!?"
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He’d been in a pool there, after all. Asleep. Why would he remember it?
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"It was right here!" she said with frustration. "In this room. You were in this... pool of liquid!"
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“…The Shrine of Resurrection?” His eyes drift over to the Sheikah Slate, sitting on the chair and partially hidden by his tunic.
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"Shrine of what now?"
IT doesn't sound like the sort of place that makes sense at all.
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Made sense to him.
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"How does that even make any sense. You can't make someone un-dead. You clearly weren't going to get up from that!"
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Don't ask him how any of it works; he doesn't have a clue. He's just the person it happened to.
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"I'm not buying that at all."
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It doesn't matter that she doesn't buy it. She can believe it or not; doesn't change the fact that it happened.
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But it's too real to be quite a dream.
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Though, he can at least answer the last question.
"I like cooking."
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"Aren't you upset that you're in this place?"
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His home. His kitchen. His things.
Even the Shrine - and the layer underneath that, still unseen by Tae - are his as well. His history, his past. They're a step removed from Link himself, but they're still a part of him.
It's nice, being home again.
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"And what do you mean by 'my place.'"
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"...It's my place," Link repeats. As if this is obvious.
This is his place. In all interpretations of meaning.
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She asks it while reaching to touch the shirt.
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Link is still at the kitchen, cooking. The domestic scene is a far cry from the memory she just witnessed. And yet the Link in the kitchen, the one who hums a half-formed tune as he cooks, is undeniably the same one that fought the monster in the memory.
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