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Don't Eat Yellow Snow

WHO: Donnie and yooou
WHERE: Not-Hoth
WHAT: Baby it's cold outside
WHEN: During Nothmas
WARNINGS: N/A
NOTES: Will match tag format/preferences

I. Observation
While Donnie has his qualms about the sturdiness of the structures they've been provided with as shelter for their winter exile, there doesn't look to be much by way of options. By default he chooses the one with the most purple decorating the outside (shh! No one saw him licking the building), perhaps low-key pleased that there's purple on the inside as well, even if it isn't completely to his aesthetics, but at least the color's not bad. He takes one look at the clothes in the dressers and figures it's probably some previous inhabitant's, thinking no more on that matter.

It's still strange to finally be in the same breathing space as the Agrii. Donnie wanders the weird village in his snow gear to observe their alien abductors. Take some selfies in front of the fabulous tree. Surreptitiously throw a snowball at a hapless Agrii or two and see if he can instigate snowball fights between them. For science.

II. Gift Gremlin
The barn is a curiosity, more so the big questionable robots that seem to be standing guard. Donnie watches from...the roof because that's what ninja do, right? as Agrii drop off gifts. Huh?

Presents are something he hadn't really expected. An Agrii gift exchange? Someone coax this feral boy from the roof so he can get his presents.

III. Second Childhood
a. One day Donnie's communicator is activated, but something's off about the transmission. Since when does Donnie wear glasses? They're quite huge, square-framed, and yes, that is tape over the bridge keeping it in place and string tied around the temples. He peers very closely at the screen as he plays around with it for a bit, having to stop to find his hands now and then because he's all but swimming in a big purple hoodie too many times his size. Eventually he gets tired of this game so he puts the communicator down to go investigate the drawers. Maybe there's him-sized clothes that's put away!

It takes some doing but he finally tugs one open, and perhaps that's when one can really get a sense of just how small the turtle tot is, maybe about two feet high. He starts pulling out sweaters and jackets, more to his size, frowning thoughtfully. Red? Headshake. Blue? No. Orange, that's Mikey's. He makes sure to fold each one up as nicely as he can while he sets them on the floor before looking in the drawer, but he eventually reaches the bottom and finds none for him. Oh.

This is what happens when your dad color codes you.

b. A little lost child in the snow! At least he's bundled up, and by now he doesn't care too much that the jacket he found isn't his color because it's warm and better than nothing. But winter clothes makes it hard to move, the snow, harder still, especially when it comes up past your knees.

He has no idea where he's going and he can't find the cabin he found himself in. It's a bit scary since everything outside is so big and new, not at all familiar like the sewers, not that he's gone very far in them without any of his brothers or his dad. The thought makes him sniffle as he hugs his action figure close. Donnie's not sure where it came from either but he knows Jupiter Jim anywhere! The space hero's poofy plastic afro is fitted in a fishbowl helmet, and he even has karate-chop action! Maybe it's one of his brothers, but right now, it's his emotional support.

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Link will, of course, photobomb Donnie's photos wherever possible. Though with some creative and potentially awkward poses, Donnie might still managed to get at least a few good shots without Link beaming in the background.

How does he do that?? Donnie at least isn't too mad about it. It's kind of funny. Spot the Link in this picture!

There are only so many interesting pictures one can get of a limited landscape and Donnie's had enough snow to last him years. He gives Link a thumb's up after taking a final picture before stowing his tablet so he can half-climb, half-jump down.

Link, meanwhile, just opens up his paraglider and glides down.

At the bottom, the Agrii are still gathered. Oh, right - he should probably take their things back now, shouldn't he?

Link reaches out once more, as a shimmering green beam of light connects his arm and the scaffold, and it lifts into the air.

He looks at Donnie. Will he come with Link, as he puts these back?

"That's new," Donnie has to note, watching as Link once again picks up the entirety of the scaffolding. He blinks at that glance before shrugging. Not like he has anything better to do, and maybe he can get something hot to drink.

The scaffold hovers in the air, the entire way back to the gingerbread cafeteria. Link doesn't seem to have any issue with keeping it up for that amount of time.

Once back at the cafeteria - now looking rather sadder than usual, with so many benches and chairs temporarily removed - Link works on taking the scaffold apart. Which turns out to happen by just...wriggling his arm a bit.

Suddenly, with a gentle breaking sound, pieces of furniture break apart and fall to the ground.

"Wow, you really did a number in here..." Donnie observes once they're inside. He jumps back a bit as the scaffolding deconstructs. "...."

And now he's staring at the pile. "How did you do that."

"The arm," Link says. He raises his right hand; wiggles the fingers a little bit. Certainly, it ever used to be that midnight-black colour. Or have fingernails that looked like claws. Or have strange copper rings and bars twisting around it in mysterious patterns.

Though it's a bit telling, perhaps, that he calls it 'the arm'. Not, 'my arm'.

There's still a few benches and chairs that are stick to each other, though. Link raises his arm again, and picks them up with that beam of green light before repeating the process to shake them apart.

"'The arm'," Donnie repeats, brow raising. "Uh. Where'd you get it?" Did Link suddenly become some cyborg of sorts?

He watches the demonstration, not that it tells him much more of anything, but he lowers his goggles. If anything, it'll at least confirm that Link's using some sort of magic, though he wonders how it'll turn up on a magical scan.

"Rauru gave it to me," he says. "He...he said mine was too damaged. Had to replace it."

As for what the goggles will reveal...is it magic, or is it technology? Perhaps it's a mix of both. But from what the goggles see, it does seem to be much more magic - or some kind of mystical power - than it is technology.

That sounds vaguely disturbing. "So...some sort of...whoa. Magical prosthetic?" Donnie observes. It's fascinating, whatever it is, so much different than the other clearly mystical things he's ever looked at. This one has some definite structure to it that it almost makes sense to look at it like a machine. But not really?

...but then Link's world had some strange mix of mystical power and machinery, didn't it?

"That's kind of cool. ...oh man, I wonder if it'll just stop working when a Storm hits."

Link shakes his head. No, this isn't a prosthetic.

"It was Rauru's," he says.

And then Link goes still, looking...unsettled. He hadn't considered that the arm might stop working in a storm. It hadn't even occurred to him. But now, suddenly, he is thinking about it.

"....." Oh there are so many things Donnie suddenly doesn't want to know and yet of course now he can't help but consider these implications. He looks a bit unsettled himself, but he actually notices Link's expression then.

"Oh. You didn't... Yeah. If your arm's magically powered, it might get sapped like everything else with supernatural ability."

Link says nothing, in response. Just holds out the arm. Looking at it.

Not the first time he's done so. Even after all the time that he's had it, it still doesn't quite feel like...him. But the thought of not having it at all is...upsetting.

Maybe...he should change the subject. Donnie knows it's bad when even he can feel how awkward things are.

"Er. So what else can you do with it?" he asks.

Donnie’s already seen Ultrahand, and Ascend. But there are two other abilities the arm can use.

“Fuse things to weapons,” he says. “Reverse object’s time.”

"Fuse things...like you did with the benches?" Although that seems pretty weird to be doing with weapons so Donnie doubts that's the whole of it. "-wait, what do you mean, reverse object's time?"

"Kinda," Link says. The two abilities were similar, to a degree. But not exactly the same.

As for the second question, Link just turns to look at one of the benches. Raises his arm towards it. The arm glows, and then the bench is enveloped in a soft yellow light...as it starts moving up into the air, moving through space...

But it's not directed telekinetically, like it was before. Instead, Donnie may realise, it's moving along a path of where it used to be.

And then, after a few moments, it stops. The yellow light fades, and the bench falls to the ground.

Donnie watches with intense curiosity. The movement doesn't seem like anything special, but it's not simply going across the floor somewhere. He winces when it drops back to the ground.

"Huh. Okay, so not like...reverting it to pieces of wood and nails or something kind of time."

In this instance, it perhaps wasn't the most impressive. But in others - like, say, with pieces of fallen sky islands - Recall could be very useful.

But Donnie's right - it doesn't revert objects back to a past state. Link shakes his head.

"Recall sends things backwards," he says.

That sounds terrifying.

"Interesting. Well...I'm sure it has its uses." Donnie can't think of any specifically at that moment but if it's basically a fancy 'undo' button, hey, that could come in handy.

Link nods his head, with great vigor. Yes, it does have it's uses, and Link's certainly put it to good use.

It is the most fancy undo button.

For now, though, Link has something else he needs to undo - and unfortunately, Recall can't help with this. He moves towards the fallen benches and chairs, and starts picking them up and putting them back upright, and into somewhat of the position they were before.

Donnie watches for a moment, seemingly inclined to let Link handle clean-up. Well no, it's a little awkward just standing there, and it's not like he has anything better to do at the moment.

He steps over towards the nearest clutter of chairs to start helping drag them back where they should be.

See? All good now. It's as if nothing was ever taken in the first place.

Well, except for the crowd of faintly distressed Agrii. There was that. But he made it better in the end, so...it was probably okay?

Either way, Link nods to himself for a job well done. And he's getting that itch now, the one that says it's time to run off and do something else.

Perhaps at this point, Donnie knows Link well enough to read the signs. He might be able to interrupt, keep Link from running off just yet. But if not, Link's about to make one of his abrupt exists once more.

Donnie doesn't care too much that Link's off and gone. At least he left after fixing things up instead of leaving them for the turtle to take the blame.

Shoving one last bench into place, Donnie figures he'll get something warm to drink while he's in here. He's not in any particular hurry to deal with the snow, especially when that's all that's waiting for them outside.

And Link's gone, leaving Donnie on his own again.

Though he does call out, "Bye!", just before he runs off.

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