[center][color=darkgreen][h3]Linkle[/h3][/color] [color=darkgreen][b] Level 5[/b][/color] - (2/50) + 3 [color=darkgreen][b]Location:[/b][/color] Lumbridge ~ The Land of Adventure ~ Outside the Guild Hall --> Mina's Kitchen --> Southern Exit [color=darkgreen][b]Word Count: 1770 [/b][/color][/center] [@ProPro][@Lugubrious][@DracoLunaris][@MULTI_MEDIA_MAN][@Stern Algorithm][@Stekkmen] [hr] Linkle clapped her as Menat flourished her orb, a jolt of excitement racing up her spine as shaped began to form within the glowing thing the fortune teller had summoned. she leaned in eagerly, grinning wide, to get a close look at the future playing out in front of them. That grin, though, gradually faded into a concerned frown as the woman's grim predictions began to flow. A slender girl was engulfed in flame as Menat proclaimed that they'd understand their task. That through her for a loop, because Linkle had assumed they already knew what they had to be doing. Who was that girl, as well? Linkle couldn't make up the hazy figure, but if this was a prophecy for their group then there were only four options; her, Din, Poppi maybe, and the princess. The next vision made her scratch nervously at the base of her rabbit ears, still tucked up under her hood. This one was easier. She was the only one in the group that had ears like that, but who was this person that was supposed to betray them. At first she thought it might be Ratchet, but no. That person was clearly a lady even through that cloak that obscured her form. Were their lady Ratchets? Should she be on the lookout? No, wait, the fortune said they'd get an advantage out of the betrayal so maybe she should just take one for the team. After all, Linkle already knew she couldn't be killed until after she'd saved Hyrule. There was no ambiguity about the next ones subject, though. Bowser and his wizards silhouettes were unmistakable as they stood together, surrounded by forms mysterious and not so, and the proclamation that he would discover something long avoided about himself. The small figure, growing into something he wasn't supposed to be. The two figures, speaking swords drawn. "How could it come to this." The last three, on their own, we're less ominous. After all, no one was dying in them. Combined with the other two, though, cast a dark pall over them. She looked at Bowser for the first time with unease. She couldn't help but worry for their their self-proclaimed leader, couldn't shake the feeling that something awful might be in the stars for him. Even if Menat tried to give them some words of encouragement about how fortune telling was a guide, even revealing herself to be an apprentice fortune teller under her own master, Linkle didn't doubt for a moment the accuracy of her predictions. There was no one in the party that took matters of fate and destiny more seriously than she did. You could say she'd precariously stacked her entire life on top of her belief in it. The words and images dangled over her like swords, ready to plunge in. All in all, he first fortune telling hadn't been nearly as pleasant of an experience as she'd imagined. Still, it was good to know that a monster was creeping up behind you. So as the fortune teller hightailed it away from the group, which seemed like a pretty good idea all things considered, Linkle waved and called out, in as cheery a voice as she could muster. "Thanks Menat! Hope we see you again!" Sighing, she turned to Din. "She's sweet, but a real downer." She shook her head, trying to play her worries off. "So, you wanna come hunt fish monsters with us?" [hr] Bowser started hurrying them along so quickly after that that she almost missed Agoston as he came out and started making his way out of town. She didn't know where, but she assumed he'd found one of those quest to his liking. She returned his salute as he left, wondering whether she should tell him about what they'd just leaned. After all, Agoston was a swordsman. She decided against it though. There wasn't any need to worry him while he was on the job. Prophesies, in her experience, tended to unfold slowly. After all, she'd waited her entire life for hers to come true. There was nothing really for her to do as they walked along except listen to the conversation between Bowser and his wizard. Unlike Bowser she listened intently to whatever the diminutive Koopa as talking about. She took special interest in the masters apprentices. His real ones, apparently, that didn't dress at all in the dark coats him and the Guildmaster wore. She made a mental note to keep an eye out for anyone that looked like that. The coat apparently defended you against darkness, too. That would be a great tool for fighting evil. If she got ahold of one she resolved to dye it green and wear it all the time. But then they started talking about the predictions, both incredibly dismissively in her opinion. Both of them, though, seemed to start taking it a bit more seriously after BJ wondered where he was in their prophecy. While it was true he might have been off leading his own army or off in the crowd as his elders suggested Linkle decided that maybe she would keep a closer eye on the boy than before. It wasn't that much of a change, she'd been doing it since the little turtle had joined up with them. It was when they brought up the other predictions that Linkle decided to pipe up. "I think that second one might have been me." she said, pulling off her hood and shaking her head to let the ears on her head flop around before replacing it. "But you guys don't have to worry about that. It's not like it's gonna kill me. I still haven't beaten Ganon." [hr] The chefs restaurant was as cozy a place as the rest of the town with a big egg shaped purple thing hard at work. At first Linkle thought that it was the client, but soon the real chef appeared. She gave off more of a warriors vibe than a chef vibe, but she was so confident in what she was saying that Linkle couldn't doubt her. In fact, she had been wondering how you were supposed to butcher an animal in this world, what with everything dissolving as soon as you killed it. All you had to do was kill it in one precise strike. If she had been the Linkle of one day ago that would have been a problem, but now she was confident she could actually manage to put a bolt right between somethings eyes. Kamek suggested that, instead of splitting up, the whole group head around in a big circle taking out all the quests they heard about along the way. That would definitely be safer of all of them, but would they have the time to get everything done? "Sorry wizard." Linkle said regretfully. "Missing people can't wait all day. Me and him were gonna head south anyway." she gestured at the courier before continuing confidently. "Tell you what, at the latest we'll meet you at the fish people. Maybe even before that. We'll have that wheat and..." She looked back at the grocery list they'd been provided, and what was in the same area as that wheat. "What is a chocobo?" [hr] As they parted ways, each dedicated to doing a half circle of the quests around Lumbridge, Linkle just stared at the ground frowning as she trudged down the street. The big nice chickens. It just had to be those fluffy kweehing things that they'd spotted as they rolled in. "It'll be okay." she said to herself. "Just think of it like a regular monster and...make it painless." Was it bad form for part of your solution to make up for killing a bird involved killing another bird? To Linkle that seemed as though it should some kind of bad luck. Especially as cute as those big birds were. They were almost like big versions of... "[i]Cucco Cucco.[/i]" "Yeah." she said despondently. "Almost like that." She continued on for a few more steps before lifting her head curiously. "Wait a minute." she said, looking around. Then she spotted them, right there. In the pen just next to the Guild Hall, a flock of black feathers and beady little red eyes pressed up against the paddock, staring at her and cuccoing in chourus. To anyone else this might be a scene right out of a horror story, right before the heroine screams and is devoured by a ravening horde hidden in the darkness, but Linkle let a wide smile sprawl its way across her face. "My girls! Ahhhhhhh!" she squealed, rushing over to the sid of the paddock where they piled up on top of one another to get a closer look at her. "That is you, right?" she said to the mass, trying to pick out individuals. "Naburu? Mido?" she asked, like a worried mother fawning over her children. One in particular jumped up and managed to get some air time, landing on the post. She narrowed her eyes and scowled at it. "Ralph..." The bird just looked back, mindlessly. Mindlessly menacingly. Oh well, she wasn't about to let one bad egg spoil this reunion. "Oh man, who found you guys?" she asked. She'd have to talk to them and straighten this whole thing out, let them know that they'd picked up something that belonged to her. Not right now, though. She couldn't get distracted. They were safe, that was all that mattered. It's not like anyone was gonna try and eat them, some poor soul had already probably taught the rest of the town what a bad idea that was. The endless noise was beginning to attract stares. She motioned with her hands for them to quiet down, picking up Ralph while he jittered and clucked and tossing him back into the pen. "I'll be back. I'll figure this out. You guys wait. here." She stared at them, nodding her head as they quieted and seemed to get the point. "Good girls. I'll be back for you." She lingered a few more moments, just to make sure they were calm, then trotted off toward the southern exit. She wasn't sure they were all hers, but a few in their definitely were and it only took a few to get the whole flock riled up. She couldn't believe it. She'd been so wrapped up in Menat's predictions she must have missed the paddock the first time they'd passed it. It just went to show: if you focuses on the negatives, you missed out on the things that were important. "Sorry." she said to 6 as they made their way out. "I know them. They're good friends."