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[center]Word Count: 537[/center]

[center][color=00aeef][b]Level 5[/b] [/color] - (65/50) + 1[/center]

[center][color=darkgreen]Level 9 [/color] - (47/90) + 1[/center] 

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

[center]Location: The Bottomless Sea ~ The Maw[/center] 
[@DracoLunaris][@Yankee][@Dark Cloud][@Archmage MC]
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When Ms. Fortune and the Cadet got into position and gave him the go ahead he gave them a thumbs up and looked down. He could see into the depths below him through the grating in the floor. He figured it would be the worst for him if the leviathan came at him right from below, so he kept his eyes trained there. From its previous efforts he knew there was no way it could surface with making noise, so all he had to do was listen and he'd know it was attacking from the side. At least he hoped so. "If I miss it, someone shout." He called up before starting.

Link began to jump, his little boots splashing in the water before impacting the metal below. He beat the railing to his side with the racket, pounding it over and over again before sliding the racket inside the railing and whirling it. The sound was, appropriately enough, similar to a ringing of a dinner bell and was cut with the splashes of the racket smacking the water at the bottom. To add a cherry on top to his cacophonic sunday he started whistling, much like you would while trying to call a dog. He had to look absolutely ridiculous, but even still he kept his eyes whirling around searching for any sign of the beasts approach. Given any indication that it was coming he was going to bolt back toward the relative safety of the stairs and through the door beyond. 

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

[center][h2][color=red]Merge Rate: 31%[/color][/h2][/center]

[center]Location: The Cold Monastery[/center]

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"Yeah, this place is...much cold." Linkle said, staring at the woman. She was surprised? She didn't know what ice was? Was she actually that out of it? As she watched she could see a flash of something around her eyes, like a tattoo or something. 

It took Albedo to bring her attention to what that meant. Looking down she saw the ice dog had grown larger with her simple touch. "Hehehe, you're much better than me at this." She said, but in her mind she had already drawn a connection. Tattoos, and ice. This may not have been the person the Stranger had been looking for, but Linkle was getting more and more sure that she was the one Linkle was looking for. 

"Miss Skadi?" She asked softly, leaning forward over to doge sculpture. "We really need you help. Do you remember a man that came here? He had red hair and a lot of tattoos. Not kawaii at all, much whoreson. Do you remember what the two of you talked about? I could make you more dogs if you tell me. I'm sure Albeato can too, right?" She turned briefly around to give a hopeful look to Albedo before giving her attention back to the goddess in front of her and trying to gauge her reaction. She desperately didn't want Skadi upset. Even as diminished and physical as she was, the woman was still a god. She didn't want a god to get upset with her and wind up with another curse. She had seen it in the woman's eyes, the power that was still there.