[h1][center][color=00aeef]Link[/color][/center][/h1] 

[center][color=00aeef][b]Level 3[/b] [/color] - (22/30) + 2 [/center]

[center]Word Count: 799 [/center]

[center][color=00aeef]Location:[/color] Limsa Lominscuttle Town ~ The Bismarck Restaurant [/center]

[@Yankee][@Dark Cloud][@Dawnrider][@Lugubrious] 
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Cia took her eyes off of Link and the Cadet ever so briefly as the cart rolled up, bumping softly against the two of them as it settled into place. For a moment her anger was replaced with confusion, and in that moment Frog took action. Games of subtlety were all well and good, but the knight well knew that there was only one way to deal with a dark sorcerer. 

She heard his declaration, but that only gave her time to stand before Frog bridged the distance between the in one leap and brought his blade down on her weapon, wrenching the scepter from her hand as she backed away from the table toward the middle of the open floor. As she did so her hold on Link seemed to slacken. The Hylian shook his head, as though trying to shake out the last of the dark webs she had spun around his mind. He looked down at Frog, confused but grateful nonetheless.

The look Cia was giving them now, by contrast, was pure venom. "You..." She breathed out through clenched teeth, then snapped her fingers.

The only thing that alerted the three of them was the sound of the bussing cark Hat Kid had rolled over being tipped over, sending plates and cups shattering across the ground as something emerged from underneath it. One shadow separated itself from all the others, rising up from the ground and swinging its blade for Ace Cadets head. Link had turned to face the noise, and in the instant he had seen a comrade in danger his shield was already on his arm. He turned, raising the heater shield to try and deflect the blow but only really managing to block it. Their attacker tried to press the attack a moment longer, testing his black blade against the blacksmith sisters expert workmanship, before backflipping out of counter attack range. 

This new enemy was a shock to Link, because it was him. Not him exactly, though. His tunic was all wrong, he had armor, a hat, and a scarf that Link felt a pang of envy for. What set his apart the most, however, [url=https://static.wikia.nocookie.net/zelda/images/e/ec/Dark_Link_%28Hyrule_Warriors%29.png] was that he looked to be made of living darkness[/url]. Link had seen this before in a special suit of armor he'd bought from a man who lived under a bridge. He wondered, was this the sort of creature Kilton had made that suit out of?

"Kill the redhead and the toad." Cia ordered, raising her hands to the sky as dark magic began to race across her body like a wild fire. "We're leaving this town."

"Hyaaa!" Dark Link screamed, holding out his sword and spinning like a tornado toward the three of them. As he did a magic circle appeared between Cia's hands. A purple portal, out of which leaped another Dark Link that aiming to stab its sword right into Frog. 

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[center][h1][color=darkgreen]Linkle[/color][/h1][/center]
[center][h3][color=red][b]Merge Rate:[/b][/color] 21% [/h3][/center]

[center][color=darkgreen]Location[/color]: Frozen Highlands - [url=https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=omZ4-wFlScE]Snowdin[/url] [/center]

[center][color=darkgreen][b]Level 8[/b][/color] - (65/80) + 2 [/center]

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On the run through the ice fields Linkle had been left thankfully unmolested by giant monsters, though that was probably helped by how she had hewn a little too close to what turned out to be some extremely unstable ice. Nearly falling into a well hidden and huge crevasse had been enough to convince her that running full tilt across the landscape was a bad idea, so she had taken her time and stepped carefully the rest of the way.

Thankfully there was no such obstacle in her path to the village, which she was in awe of the moment it came into view. It was a different sort of awe than what was inspired by giant cities like Alchamoth. How in the world did a place look so warm in a place so cold? She wandered into town, dazzled by the twinkly multi-colored lights that hung from the town sign as she approached it. The town was called Snowdin. It was a strange named, but it seemed fitting for this place.

She walked further, up to the tree that loomed over the town. She reached up into the branches and booped one of the decorations that hung from it. The bulb let out a merry little jingle as it shifted on the branch. What was this for? Had she come on the day of some kind of festival? She looked down at the boxes in brightly wrapped paper that lay scattered at its base. Were these offerings? There was no one on the street to ask.

Looking around, though, she spotted a familiar sign on one of the nearby buildings. Where had...oh, yes! That building at desert rest stop. She had never actually gone inside it. She had been to busy mucking up Mr. Cid's garage to ever figure out what it was. Maybe there was someone in there that could help her. Parking her sled right beside the building and tucked the lootbox under her arm and made her way inside.