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Hisao hesitated by the door, gently tugging at the metal now around his neck. His eyes narrowed as he looked at the young woman, as though if he squinted hard enough he'd be able to see the deceit likely to greet him. It couldn't be a trick, could it? The boy knew what the more... sadistic...

He couldn't sleep. Rest usually came easy; it was one of the only things he could do to pass the time, so it had to, but tonight was the exception. Hisao rolled onto his side with a groan, pulling the little sheet he'd been given over his head to block out what little light filled the room. The...

Alright. It was his first time on a boat. He'd expected to feel a little off. What he didn't expect was puking every time he managed to choke down something that wasn't soup or ice, the rocking of the waves making his stomach churn. Ah, well. It wasn't all that bad. He got to stay in bed...

Winnie snuggled closer to his nest of a bed, sniffling a little at all the dust. There were less cobwebs down here than one would expect- he made sure to intimidate all the little spiders every night so they wouldn't steal his spot. Even when he didn't retreat under the bed for the night. He...

Blinking in surprise, Winnie jerked back, eyes wide at the sudden yell. He repressed a shudder and half-climbed-half-dropped down from the ladder, thin hands scrambling for his sticky notes and Spiderman themed pen. The cap was chewed like a dog had gone after. Nope. Just Winnie. Quickly...

Why did they keep staring at him? Men with dull black eyes and foul breath, teeth melting straight from their sockets with every sickly sweet grin. He didn't like them, straying close to Ma like a second shadow as she pleaded with them, her voice not quite reaching him. An echo of what was. The...

Cas... ironically turned out to be the earliest and the latest to arrive. He'd never been one for travelling, and if he could magically gain the ability to teleport everywhere, Lord knows he'd abuse that gift. The young man had stumbled into the tavern at the stroke of three, tired and aching...

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(I'm still semi-alive, swearsies) ..LINK~-~*~-~ A sudden knock on the door silenced what little conversation the children were managing to hold, the youngest among them quickly seeking refuge behind the taller ones. Link shot them as soothing a smile he could manage before drawing his sword...

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..LINK~-~*~-~ Link was forced back to reality by loud bangs, then screams and cries as people realized what was happening-- Bokoblins. Lots of 'em. Eyes wide, he watched as the pig-like creatures poured through what had once been a wall and people began to flee, though some were jumping at the...

..LINK~-~*~-~ Link approached the crowd, unable to keep a small smile off his face as his excitement grew. Though they did this every year, he still enjoyed hearing the legend being retold, happy that the tale won't be lost to history- for a little while longer, at least. Glancing around, he...

..LINK~-~*~-~ As the man spoke, Link slowed down his pace so he was walking next to the other hylian, rather than a bit in front of him like before. He always enjoyed hearing a good story, it didn't matter from who, although he often wished he had a few of his own to share. Maybe one day, he...

..LINK~-~*~-~ Curious blue eyes studied the other's face, now that the lower half wasn't covered by cloth. The man didn't seem too upset... but Link couldn't really say for sure. The other's tone didn't help much either-- his voice was soft and even had a certain gentleness to it, although his...

..LINK~-~*~-~ The air smelled sweet, a mix of the familiar scent of blossoming flowers... and all those baked goods in the town square that always tempted Link's sweet tooth. Perhaps he should get him and Ite a few slices of the baker's fruit pie, or even a- "I GOT YOU, MR. LINK!" A small girl...

..SALEM-*-*-*-*-*- One, two, three. He counted his steps, feet hardly making a sound as he walked down the hallway. Four, five, six... seven? Seven. He'd had to restart a few times already, getting distracted and losing track of the numbers on his way to the canteen. Eight, nine... ten...

Silan Munroe Everything seemed to be happening way too fast. Era had yelled at them to run, and though he'd hesitated at first, he didn't need to be told again once he saw the figures off in the distance. And... all that running just led up to Silan crouching behind a couple bushes a bit...

Foster Arlett (i haven't slept in like 26 hours so i'm gonna go try to pass out and edit any mistakes here whenever i get up gjbarjb) "It's a pretty building!" Foster tried to offer, skipping along beside Dottie. She made this Madam Rose seem awfully intimidating... yet nurturing? It was a...

Silan Munroe Silan stared at Ricollete's belongings in shock, awkwardly poking at the sheathe as if he was testing to see if it was really there. He opened his mouth to speak, but found himself unable to say anything-- so he just sort of held his hand up to give her a high five, only to go back...