[center][h1][color=darkgreen]Linkle[/color][/h1][/center] [center][h3][color=red]Merge Rate: 33%[/color][/h3][/center] [center]Word Count: 218[/center] [center][color=darkgreen]Level 10[/color] - (33/100) + 1[/center] [center]Location: Frozen Highlands ~ Snowdin Outskirts [/center] [i][color=67a4e0]Frisk[/color] [@Majoras End] [color=skyblue]Albedo[/color] [@Lugubrious][/i] [hr][hr] [center][color=red]This man is our enemy.[/color][/center] Those That Live In Death. Frisk didn't seem to understand the implications of the name and Albedo didn't indicate one way or another, but Linkle tensed up in repose to the Skull Heart's prod. She was suddenly very glad that they had left Papyrus behind, but their was a intrusive though weeding into her brain, a red-tinged suggestion such people should be dealt with quickly and decisively. That there was no way they wouldn't notice what she was, that perhaps they already knew like Freya had and were simply waiting for the right moment to discard their mask of civility and reveal their true faces. That was the Heart, she told herself. The Skull Heart was trying to set her on edge. It would love it if she was forced into conflict with these people. He forced it down, redirecting that nervous energy to other avenues. D's explanation of his power did interest her, and she used it as cover. "I'm Linkle." She introduced herself, giving a short bow to the knight and priestess. "We're traveling from Snowdin up to Dragonspine. We haven't seen any life-deaths coming from that way. We're more concerned with a man that can't die. I don't suppose you've ever tested that Litany on somebody like that?"