[center][color=darkgreen][h1]Linkle[/h1][/color][/center]

[center][color=darkgreen][b] Level 7[/b][/color] - (18/70) + 1


[color=darkgreen][b]Location:[/b][/color] The Devil's Casino 
[color=darkgreen][b]Word Count: 432 [/b][/color]

[@Lugubrious][@MULTI_MEDIA_MAN] [/center]
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"Huh." Linkle said, leaning back against the table as she watched Cuphead ascend up the hole with Jak and the newly freed Daxter. "You know, I always thought red eyed people hearing about this might react more...violently." She said with interest.

Once Linkle had started on her little explanation she hadn't really stopped. Galeem, spirits, friend hearts, how The lord of light and his hand minions could invade your mind if you still had red eyes and make you do stuff, how they planned to beat its butt and send everyone back home, even the uncomfortable revelation that being freed wasn't a permanent thing. "I was kinda hoping he'd go all weird and attack me or something! It'd be so much easier if the people I wanted free were trying to kill me. You can't just go around kicking people in the head, though. People start thinking you're crazy if you do that sort of thing." Linkle was speaking from experience. There was hardly a childhood bully or troublemaker in her village that hadn't ended up with one of young Linkle's boot-prints squarely on their keister. It was one heroic escapade her grandmother had not been thrilled by, mostly because it kept bringing disgruntled parents to their door.

She turned to Geralt. "Sorry this took a while. You must have been real confused for a little bit. I'm actually really surprised you came out of the control so clear headed. When I got free it was like waking up from a dream, I could hardly remember anything that had happened recently. Oh, speaking of!" She pulled her cloak around, running her finger around charred rim of the fresh burn holes the cigarette bats had put in it. "You wouldn't happen to know if Lumbridge has a expert tailor, would you?"

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Seeing as there didn't seem to be anything left to do in the Casino, Linkle bid farewell to Pirouletta. "So long as this place is closed you could probably make some money up in Lumbridge. I know for a fact they appreciate dancers up there." There was no hint left of the girl that had threatened to feed the living roulette wheel to her pets, though the cucoos riding on her head and shoulders still promised retribution with their eyes. She didn't seem to notice the dissonance at all. "Well, take care of yourself. We'll probably be back eventually."

With that out of the way Linkle was free to jump up and grab on to one of the ropes handing down from the land of adventure. She went hand over hand, quickly propelling herself up into the busy guild hall.