So, Triforce Heroes is about fashion. Makes sense, what with the interchangeable outfits and all. Admittedly, the plot... leaves something to be desired, but since this game clearly isn't taking itself seriously I can accept that the entire thing revolves around an unfashionable jumpsuit.
What really annoys me is that this Hero, who looks like Toon Link and has freaking GREEN HAIR, is supposed to be Sketch. Not just that, but a Sketch who's about five years older.
It makes no sense.
Sure, he's supposed to be in disguise. I understand that he's traveling around and doesn't want to be recognized. But all that excuses is his choice of outfit and maybe the green hair if he went and dyed it. It does not explain the facial surgery! And that doesn't even begin to cover the fact that there's somehow two more Links who, aside from hair color, look exactly like Sketch-with-facial-surgery. Where the heck did they come from?!
I'm not going to add this game to Dimensional Links right now. I need to figure out... basically everything regarding how this fits with what I've got established. There is most probably going to be a spin-off/sequel now because this is going to annoy me until I solve it.
*Sigh*
Sorry. I'm just... I'm very plot-oriented, and the fact that this game just opened up about six different plot-holes in my story irks me. Everything else I've seen is good. The co-op is fun, the gameplay is well-designed, the music is amazing as usual. Overall it's a very good multiplayer Zelda game. (Don't try single-player, it's terrible.) Nintendo has spoken the Timeline placement, and this is a Timeline-canon fanfic. I just need to buckle down and figure out a solution that is both amusing and sensical. Mostly sensical.
Wish me luck.
"It's not dark enough," Shadow complained.
"That's what you said about the last nine stores, Shadow," Steam groaned. "Pick a cloak already!"
"I refuse to wear anything brighter than ninety-percent cool gray," Shadow insisted. "I don't do sunshine, remember?"
Wind blinked. "So, is that more of a fashion thing, or that you actually do need that percentage of gray to make sure you don't start smoking?"
"What do you think?!" Shadow snarled. Wind backed off with his hands in a 'Don't shoot me' pose.
"How about this one?" Red piped up, holding a violently bright green-and-yellow patchwork cape. Shadow stared at it incredulously, and was about to shoot Red down in his usual fashion when he made the mistake of looking at Red's face and got hit with the full force of an adorable puppy.
Even Shadow, brusque as he was, couldn't be fully immune to adorable puppies.
So instead, he rolled his eyes and said, "No," before turning around to rummage through another rack.
There was a few more minutes of silent searching before Realm spoke up. "What about this one?"
He was holding a nicely dark gray cloak with a deep hood... and a vibrantly yellow Triforce symbol emblazoned on the chest. Shadow glared at it.
"What is with you people and offering me yellow? It's literally the most cheerful color possible. You know how I feel about cheerful."
Realm flipped the fabric around and stared at the Triforce. "Whoops... my bad. I honestly thought it was plain on that side... I'll just put this away..."
He backed away awkwardly and vanished into the clothing racks.
Shadow let out a sigh and went back to searching, only to be interrupted seconds later by Lore popping up and saying, "How do you feel about navy?"
"Have you even looked at proper color schemes?"
Lore raised an eyebrow, slightly offended. "I'll have you know-"
"He's right, Lore," Wind interrupted. "You don't want to pair navy blue with black, it just looks really bad. Since Shadow is primarily black-colored, navy is actually one of the worst choices to pair with his natural tone."
Lore blinked blankly for a few seconds. "...I did not peg you as a fashionista."
Wind turned slightly red. "I've just got a few opinions on what looks good, okay? It's not that big a deal."
"If we could get back to my issue?" Shadow interrupted. "Still in need of a hood here."
"Fine," Lore sighed. "I'll go put this back."
He walked off down the aisle and disappeared around a corner. Shadow let out another sigh, this time trying to hold on to his temper. That was what had gotten them kicked out of stores two through seven, and he actually thought this shop had some good options.
...Well, if the group would stop bringing him yellow.
The next four options were discarded due to stripes, yellow stripes, navy and yellow stripes, and rayon, but not necessarily in that order. By the end of it Shadow was so very fed up with clothing that he was contemplating experimenting with the effects that a ten-foot bomb would have on the corduroy aisle. Why anyone would dedicate an entire section solely to corduroy was a mystery to him.
Unfortunately, the Four popped up with another cloak option before he could test his explosive.
"How about this one?" they asked, holding out four different items in their hands. Shadow raised an eyebrow at them.
"That is not 'one'."
The Four blushed. "Well, we tried to only grab the one, but since we all reached at the same time we kinda... grabbed three extras."
"Okay, so which one am I supposed to be looking at?"
"This one," the Four said, once again holding out all four cloaks. They twitched, collectively facepalmed, then very slowly and deliberately the red member stepped out of the formation and offered his choice to Shadow.
It was very dark, almost black but just barely not. There weren't any sleeves, but the fabric was cut so that if Shadow just let his arms hang, his entire body would be covered. The hood looked like it was designed to be fitted rather than floppy, which Shadow approved of (wind – the weather, not the Link – was the bane of hooded existence). Overall, it seemed like a valid option – except…
"What is that?" Shadow asked, examining the back of the cloak where there was a slightly lighter gray design woven in.
"Well, when we asked the shopkeeper he... kinda had a breakdown. It's technically part of a souvenir line, like when you've got those bracelet things with random words on them? It was supposed to read 'Luck'."
"'Death to Cows'?" Shadow read dryly.
The Four shrugged helplessly. "Apparently this particular line gets imported from Kakariko and there's some sort of mob boss named Steve who lives there. He calls his gang the Cuccos, we think? Anyways, they've got some sort of massive rivalry with a gang here in Termina called the Cows-"
"Steve?" Shadow interrupted. "Steve the Cucco?"
The Four blinked. "What?"
"Steve the Cucco. Best mob boss you'll ever meet, absolutely ruthless. He usually lives in Ocarina's Hyrule in Kakariko, something about permitting them to live as his cover of a harmless pet poultry. Man, I haven't seen that bird in ages, I wonder how he's doing?"
"...He's an actual Cucco?"
"Well yeah. What did you think he was?"
"Honestly, some guy with massively uncreative naming. If he's an actual Cucco, then does that mean that the Cows..."
"Are actual cows? Yep."
"...Okay then. Anyways, they've got this massive rivalry between themselves. We heard the Cows have this thing where they paint badly-spelled signs saying to 'Eat Mor Cukoo' or something like that. So then Steve launched a counterstrike, and... We have no idea what happened after that."
Shadow considered this. "Hmph... I'd rather side with the Cuccos over the Cows any day. Besides, imagine people's faces when I walk up with the words, 'Death to Cows' written on my back."
"You could always get it redyed if you change your mind. It's cotton, so the coloring wouldn't be all that difficult."
"As if I'd ever want to change a message with this much confusion potential."
Shadow fiddled with the cloth in his hands for a few more seconds and came to a decision.
"You just had to buy the one that literally makes no sense," Blue groaned.
"Since it annoys you, I'm considering it an extra perk," Shadow smirked from deep inside his hood.
"Okay. Now that Shadow's got his sunshine protection, is there anything else we want to do in Termina?" Dusk asked.
"Not that I can think of," Mask decided. "Majora won't be a problem for now since I'm pretty sure we sent it back to Demise, and without the mask, Termina's kinda normal. We should be free to leave."
"Excellent," Lore declared. "I've been wanting to get a move on. Do you have any idea how hard it is to joke about death without sounding like a complete jerk? I've been going through sarcasm withdrawal for days!"
The group stared.
"...You concern me, you really do," Gen told him.
The actual leaving of Termina was delayed because Realm had gotten lost somewhere back in the shop. Evidently, all the clothing racks looked alike. When Realm had walked away to return his rejected choice, he'd managed to completely lose his bearings and somehow walked straight into the shipping area without getting caught or noticing he was lost. By the time the group figured out exactly where he was, Realm had, bizarrely, gotten into the shop's mailroom and accidentally entangled himself within a ludicrous amount of packing tape, duct tape, masking tape, double-sided tape, electric tape, scotch tape, packing peanuts, bubble wrap, bubble pack, styrofoam, regular foam, cellophane, paper, newspaper, and one very large box.
And he still hadn't managed to put back the cloak.
"I think this might be your new personal record of ridiculous situations," Wind said as he teased a particularly sticky piece of duct tape out of Realm's hair.
Realm shrugged.
Tatl elected not to follow Mask through the hole, for many loud and bossily declared reasons, the main one being Tael. Other reasons included the hole looking stupid, wanting to remain unscathed by Lore's brand of crazy, not at all liking the idea of sleeping for three months (or however long it took until Mask got back), Demise sounded like a jerk, she wasn't keen in the slightest about going somewhere that wasn't her home, and she thought someone should stay behind and watch over Skull Kid.
Granted, the last reason was actually a good one.
So the Links went through the hole without taking anybody new with them.
"Which is probably a good thing," Blue reasoned. "I think our author might start having trouble balancing us if Changeling adds any more main characters."
He was promptly and mercilessly pounded into unconsciousness for breaking things.
The Links emerged from the hole one at a time and occasionally in pairs, except for the Four who were in their usual block formation. Green and Vio were supporting the knocked-out and slightly bruised Blue between themselves and were doing an admirable job considering they were only about twelve.
"So... anybody know where we are this time?" Wind asked.
"My Hyrule, I think," Sketch replied. "I still say we should've been here before Termina for some reason though..."
Lore slung an arm across the shorter Link's shoulder. "Don't sweat the small stuff. We're here now, and clearly nothing broke in the process. Just enjoy the experience and try not to offend the sentient bushes while you're at it.
"Sentient... bushes?"
"Exactly. All those hearts need to come from somewhere, you know."
"...Right," Sketch said, clearly deciding to ignore his half-leader's impending mental instability. "Anyways, this might get a bit tricky depending on where Ganon-possessing-Yuga is and whether or not you guys can fake your way into Lorule without being flat."
"I remember you mentioning that," Gen frowned. "You get into Lorule by doing your painting thing and walking through the crack. I don't think any of the rest of us can imitate that..."
Sketch frowned along with him. "Yeah, that'll be a problem..."
He was silent for a good two minutes as he puzzled over the dilemma.
"...Okay," he said at length. "I know a guy who knows more than he lets on, and I might be able to convince him to lend us a few extra bracelets, if he's got them. Or, at the very least, help us hijack the Portal to let 3-D people through."
"Sounds like a valid plan," Steam nodded.
"The only thing is he's a bit... eccentric."
"Eccentric like Lore, or eccentric like the Mask Salesman?" Ocarina asked, earning himself glare from his half-leader.
"Well, I'm pretty sure he's an avid LARPer, because the only thing I've ever seen him wearing is a full-body, violently purple rabbit suit. Remember I told you guys about him way back when we first met?"
The group considered that for a moment while Shadow doubled over in mostly-silent laughter at the thought of a rabbit suit.
"...Honestly, that's no stranger than anything else we've been through," Gen decided. "Lead on."
Sketch knocked on the door of a moderately sized house. "Ravio, you in here?"
The door flew open and a large violet rabbit with freakish eyes shot out onto the stoop and began an exuberant dance with its hands thrown into the air.
"Mr. Hero!" the rabbit cried. "You haven't come by in days, buddy! I was beginning to get worried, you've still got all my stuff rented out. How am I supposed to turn a profit when all my items are lent to the missing guy?"
"Nice to see you too, Ravio," Sketch said, rolling his eyes. "Mind if we come in?"
"Sure thing, buddy. I mean, it is your house. The more the merrier, right?"
"You let this guy stay in your house?" Speck asked curiously.
"We've got an agreement."
The inside of the building was nearly made entirely of wood, and was thus wood-colored aside from the large red rug in the middle of the floor. As the entire thing consisted of one room, there was a bed over in the far-left corner and a table on the right. Ravio was standing in the center of the rug and clashing somewhat oddly with the colors.
"Ravio, we've got a problem," Sketch began. "These guys are willing to help me go beat up Ganon-possessing-Yuga, but they aren't half-artwork the way I am. Do you know a way we could get everybody into Lorule?"
Ravio brought a hand up to his... well, it was probably his chin. The entirety of his head was inside a rabbit hood, so it was a bit hard to tell. "Gee, that's a tough one, buddy. I'd lend you some more bracelets, except you're wearing the only other one I've got available to give away. And I can tell you now that we don't have the power to alter one of the Portals so three-dimensional people can get through."
Sketch slumped. "You don't have any ideas at all?"
"I never said that," Ravio replied. "I just gotta think on the problem for a bit. Gimme a few hours and I should have something that'll probably work."
"Perfect," Sketch grinned. "We'll just let ourselves out then, give you space to work."
"Just don't go disappearing on me again, buddy!" Ravio called after them. "You've still got my rentals!"
"I missed you too!" Sketch yelled back, and closed the door firmly behind him.
"He's... a character," Dusk observed.
"If you think about it, he's almost normal compared to some of the other people we've met."
"Name one."
"Tingle," Sketch deadpanned.
The Links thought that over for a moment and nodded sagely in agreement.
"Shadow could probably fit that description too," Green pointed out. Under his hood, Shadow beamed.
"Thank you!"
"I can't believe I hang out with you guys," Sketch mourned. "Anyways, Ravio's gonna be a few hours. Any ideas to pass the time?"
Mask grew a disturbing grin on his face. "Lore and I have a... special appointment that I need to keep. Something about taking offense when I got here?"
Lore twitched. "That is entirely unfair! I told Ocarina he could take offense, not you."
"Time travel," Mask said smugly. "I am Ocarina, remember?"
"Bloody timey-wimey stuff," Lore grumbled. "I thought you didn't remember all this from his viewpoint."
Mask shrugged, looking somewhat confused himself. "It kinda fills in as it happens. It's really weird, but occasionally useful. Like now." With that, he whipped out the Fierce Deity and slapped it onto Lore's face, who promptly collapsed onto the ground completely unconscious.
"Nice!" Ocarina laughed, giving his younger-but-older self a high-five. "I gotta remember that for when it's me taking the offense."
"It is you taking the offense," Mask corrected. "You just haven't done it yet."
"Oh yeah..."
"Not to interrupt your triumph," Gen interrupted, "but you just sent Lore to meet Oni. How long is that gonna take?"
Mask shrugged. "Well, depending on if Oni wants to get to know him and how much like himself Lore's being, I'd say... anywhere from twenty more seconds to a half-hour."
"Well, that takes care of him," Wind observed. "How about the rest of us continue that weapons contest we started back on Outset?"
"Excellent!" Steam declared. "I need to beat the Four at rapid-fire."
"We automatically shoot four times more than you do," the Four told him.
"I can dream!"
Lore surveyed his completely white surroundings with minimal interest. Twenty feet across, Oni watched Lore with an equal level of interest.
"Hero of Legend," Oni said with a nod of his head.
"Oh hey, you're that guy," Lore said, snapping his fingers and pointing. "The one who desperately needs a suntan."
Oni raised an eyebrow. "And you must be that guy who needs a psychiatric session. The Hero of Time had some... interesting things to say about you."
"Which one?"
"The younger one who is older than he seems."
"Oh, you mean Mask," Lore said. "Funny story, he's actually the reason I'm meeting you right now."
"Has he been possessed? Because I am very good at hitting the possession out of people."
Lore flapped a hand. "Nah, the only one who's been possessed lately is me, and you can totally see I'm completely normal."
"...I highly doubt that."
"Anyways," Lore continued, "why is everything so blank in here? Honestly, no wonder you're so pasty, the sunshine is nonexistent."
Oni tilted his head and glanced around at the white. "I am something of a minimalist. I prefer things to be simple and uncluttered."
"That is so sad." Lore shook his head mournfully. "Have you at least considered varying your shade of white? Like, that blank white chair-thing that's somewhere in that direction-" he waved his arm vaguely to his right "-that could be slightly more gray than the floor. And then I can stop tripping over the thing."
Oni considered that. "...I will think on it."
"Perfect," Lore beamed. "Now, could you explain to me how you got rid of your pupils? It's a great look for completely freaking people out."
"Has it occurred to you that this may be the reason people question your sanity?"
"Really? I thought it was my accent."
"Now they're back on schedule," Nayru announced with great satisfaction. She made a tick mark on her clipboard and nodded approvingly.
"Literally threw the entire thing off course," Din growled. "Next time, I don't care how high-up of a dimension they're in, if they want something before it's time we are telling them, 'Too Bad!' and laughing at their misery."
"Aside from that not actually being up to us," Farore said, "I don't think Courage will be going off course again anytime soon. A shocking number of these trans-dimensional beings really want to see Ravio."
"The coward in the rabbit suit?" Din snorted. "Why?"
Farore shrugged. "Your guess is as good as mine."
"I believe it's because his timidness makes him more relatable," Nayru theorized. "Where Courage will jump into the pit of moblins because, why not, Ravio will have a more... appropriate reaction."
"Yes, because running in the opposite direction is so heroic," Din replied with a good bit of sarcasm.
"Most people would think twice before jumping," Farore reminded her sister.
"That's called common sense. Ravio has paranoia."
Nayru sighed. "The point of all this is, the Links are back where they're supposed to be. Ravio happens to be around, and the higher beings who stalk our lives for entertainment like him."
"I'm beginning to feel like we're just here to be funny," Din complained.
Majora was back.
Nobody was sure how to approach the mask about it. On one hand/claw/tentacle, Majora was usually one of the more level-headed villains. On the other, say the wrong thing and they would all be burnt to as close to death as Majora could manage.
So naturally, Zant was made to go first.
Majora lost, Majora lost, Majora lost, Majora lost, Majora lost, Majora lost, he chanted.
As Zant shrieked and flailed in the flames, the rest of the villains acknowledged that maybe Zant hadn't been the best tactical choice.
So Twilight Ganondorf tried next, seeing as how he could usually be counted on to have some sense about him.
Majora, would you be willing to share the events of your battle? The more we know of their fighting styles the more chance Demise has of defeating them later.
As Twilight Ganondorf yelled in pain and hurriedly tried – and failed – to put himself out, the unburnt villains began to think that just talking to Majora might not be the greatest idea at the moment.
So they sent Bellum to test the theory.
Two seconds later, Bellum was lying in a charred heap on the floor and didn't seem inclined to regain consciousness for at least four days.
Right, that settles it, Malladus decided. Nobody talks to Majora until it either settles down or the circumstances demand it. If this keeps up we're all going to go up in flames.
Nobody was quite sure what Majora found offensive in that statement, but seeing as how Malladus was quickly reaching levels of cooked that nobody wanted to be at, everyone decided to keep their mouths shut and hope they weren't next.
Listening to all this, Demise felt very tempted to laugh. He only refrained because Majora was likely to notice him if he made any noise and he liked his mindscape functional.
The Fierce Deity dropped of Lore's face to the sound of a complicated argument. Lore blinked, grinned, pushed himself to his feet and scooped up the mask before sprinting off to see what the fuss was about.
"-can't use yourself as a projectile!"
"And why not? I've got the ability to do it, I see no reason why I can't."
"Because it's not fair to the rest of us people who can't shoot pointy things from our skin."
"Do you even realize how hypocritical that is? The entire reason Dusk won the arrow competition is because he's the only one who's got that Hawkeye thing. Are you going to tell me that his win is perfectly acceptable but mine isn't?"
"Dusk isn't made of his Hawkeye."
"Of course not, that'd look ridiculous," Lore snorted as he got within speaking range. He handed off the Fierce Deity to Mask and said, "Oni says hi, by the way. Now, why can't Shadow shoot projectiles made from himself?"
"They're not really projectiles," Wind explained. "They just look pointy, then they impale something and dissipate. It's kinda hard to judge because of that."
Lore hmmed for a moment. "Welp, I see two options here. One, we let Shadow have the win for overall projectiles. Or Two, we tell him no and then he goes and competes in the explosives competition. I vote explosives, personally, who's with me?"
There was a sudden and abrupt silence from everyone but Shadow, who had a maliciously large grin on his face and his hand raised high in the air.
"All those for option one?" Gen said hurriedly.
It wasn't much of a contest.
Hours later, the Links had returned to Sketch's house to see if Ravio had come up with anything. Shadow was currently inside of Dusk's... well, shadow, because, as he put it, "I don't have my tolerance to your cheerful stupidity built up properly yet." Privately, Dusk was actually a bit relieved that Shadow had chosen to take a break. Midna had been getting rather stir-crazy lately, and would poke thoughts into his head at the most unhelpful times.
It would be nice for her to have someone to insult to their face again.
As for the rest of the group, they were getting a long-winded explanation of exactly how Ravio had come up with his plan. But since the Links only really cared about the end result, most of them just tuned the rabbit-boy out until he got to the important part.
"-so essentially, we just need to jack the Portal open wider, but to do that we're gonna need a whole lot of energy and someone to expand the magic from inside the portal."
Sketch frowned. "Wait. You mean I'd have to go and stand inside the Portal and push it open from the inside?"
"Pretty much, buddy," Ravio told him. "I investigated some other ways, but this was the option with the best results."
"...Yeah, that makes sense," Sketch acknowledged. "But how much energy are we going to need and where are we going to get it? And for that matter, how are we going to store it until release?"
Ravio shrugged. "I was kinda hoping you'd have some ideas on that, buddy."
"Great..."
"Um... Mask and I have bottles of magic," Ocarina volunteered. "It's how we power our Light Arrows."
"Mind if I use a few?" Sketch asked. "I don't think we're going anywhere otherwise..."
"No problem."
"Sounds like you've got yourself a plan, Mr. Hero," Ravio said, applauding.
"Yeah. Now, do you guys think we should head out now, or-"
"We should get some sleep," Lore interrupted. "And I'm not saying this because I like naps, although I do enjoy them. I'm saying because we got here around midday, we spent the rest of the afternoon passing time and figuring out a travel plan, and the sun is literally a half-hour away from setting. Also, we've got a really bad habit of charging into battles unprepared, and it's nearly killed us twice. We're going tomorrow. Any questions?"
"Since when are you responsible?" Gen asked, somewhat amused.
"I am not responsible. I just happen to like not almost-dying."
"Interesting decoration choices," Shadow remarked, glancing around at the passable replication of the Twilight Realm in Dusk's shadow. "I still think the little black squares are annoying, but then again I don't live in here."
Midna scowled at him. "Are you here to insult me, tell me we're back in Hyrule and I can come out, or getting away from the stupidity outside?"
"Mostly three, little bit of one."
"...I was hoping you'd say two."
"Nah, we're still in for the long haul," Shadow yawned. "When we get back though, I'll pop in and let you know."
"Well that's interesting. Are you being nice?"
"Don't get your hopes up," Shadow snorted. "You insult the Links almost as much as me. I enjoy their reactions to your snark, is all."
"Oi. Insulting the little wolf is my territory. You find your own victim to terrorize."
Shadow smirked and spread his hands imploringly. "Can't I make them all my victims?"
"Greedy copy."
"Selfish imp."
"Useless echo."
"Ooh, good one. Lopsided midget."
"Blood-eyes."
"Cyclops."
"How original of you. Thieving shade."
"Malformed child."
"Black abomination."
"Patchwork doll"
"Shape-stealer"
"Cackling witch."
"Eldritch thing."
There was a moment of silence while both Midna and Shadow tried to think of more insults. Then Midna started chuckling.
"Oh, thanks for that. You have no idea how boring it is in here. I needed a good fight with someone."
"Happy to oblige," Shadow mock-bowed. "You're quite honestly the only person I know who I can properly trade insults with. When you're ready, I'd be willing to have another round."
"What makes you think I can't go another round right now?"
"I have no doubt that we both could. I'm just not in the mood anymore."
Midna rolled her visible eye and dropped from the air onto one of the black leather couches. There were a few minutes of a comfortable silence before Shadow spoke up again.
"By the way, 'Eldritch thing'? Really, 'thing' was the best you could come up with?"
"I'd already used all the words that implied you''re just taking someone else's face, and recycling an insult is beneath me," Midna sniffed. "Given time, I can come up with a much better word to follow 'Eldritch'. I simply didn't bother in the moment."
"Well then, I'll expect to be impressed next round when you unveil your improved insult."
"And don't you forget it!"
Happy Halloween! Sorry I haven't made an appropriately creepy chapter in celebration, but I'm not very good at creepy. In replacement, a lot of this chapter has Shadow in it, so... close enough.
Now, since Shadow's got a cloak, he'll be around more. He might not say much, but you can generally assume he's in the vicinity.
Steve the Cucco is actually from my first story ever on this site. Go read it and marvel at how far I've come :) And in case no one caught it, there was a very strong reference to the 'Eat Mor Chikin' slogan used by the Chik-fil-A cows.
And now, everyone, we have Sketch's Hyrule. And Ravio. And yes, I have read ALL your reviews asking if he will join the Links. Please, PLEASE do not send me more messages asking this question AGAIN. I've answered it about thirty times already and I'm getting ever so slightly tired of it.
Thanks to EMSNaruto, Doomkiller10, Picu, Prime utopia warriorenvoy of c, Nitro Indigo, Maddening Tumult, Tempest Soul, and Days358-2 for favoriting/following!
FlameEyeGamer: Yeah, I did borrow from the manga. But honestly, it made sense to me. And I'm not the kind of person to just throw in a random character for no apparent reason. Really glad you liked it though!
Zyrex: I''ll keep those in mind.
Qwertypip: Well, of course! I wouldn't go and write something without a game-base. Everything in my story has a basis in a game somewhere. ...Most of the time.
Talon: Yes, I know it says 49. But the website won't let me fix it. *glares in annoyance* The reason I used Pre-Skyward Link is because he already existed. Wii U Link is not a thing yet. He doesn't even have his game out, and judging by Nintendo announcements it won't be out until sometime winter next year! I can't put in a Link I know nothing about. When his game does come out and we know more about his personality/adventures, I will add him to... probably a spin-off. But not until.
LuckyLugia: Aww. Well, whatever you're doing in the meantime, I hope it goes well! As for your questions... /1. Due to the entirety of Link's Awakening being a dream, I have decided that I will not be using any of the bosses or items from it. Therefore, Dethl will not be making an appearance other than by word of mouth and annoyed mentions by Lore. 2. I was not planning on using the Mage Cap in this fic, because the manga is really rather vague on what it can do other than 'grant wishes', and I just think that's a little too O. for the guys to give off any sort of impression that they're actually trying. 3. Technically, they're already Time-Hopping, if you think about it. 4. Theoretically, it would be possible for the guys to get stuck somewhere/sometime in Hyrule. However, for the sake of fictional continuity that I've got going right now, that would probably be a plot for a sequel/spin-off that I may or may not get around to deciding on. 5. In my mind, no. This is a Legend of Zelda fic and I didn't plan for it to be a crossover. If it were a crossover, then sure. I think Demise and Hades would get along swimmingly... if they didn't kill each other first. 6. Your theory sounds interesting. I'm not actually sure how many one-man armies there are, but that could make sense./ Did I answer all your questions?
N/A: Well, I appreciate your avoidance. And I'm glad you liked my take on the Fierce Deity. Although I didn't actually come up with the name Oni, it's a fan-used name.
The has-been who never will be: No problem. As for who's next... well, Wait and See... / Well, I actually decided against Koholint. See, the entire thing was a dream. In order for Koholint to happen again, all the Links would have to unknowingly fall asleep at the exact same time, not to mention that the Windfish would have had to get himself caught by the exact same Nightmare as last time. Not to mention all the problems that would arise just from Lore knowing the island isn't real... Long story short, I decided against it. I'm not unopposed to having the Windfish drop by though. I might just do that. / I... don't actually know. You could always click the button and find out, I suppose.
Lord of Gaming: Yes. Yes I do. And thanks for pointing out that grammar mistake... I hate making those.
Icy: Yes, I know. But it won't let me fix it...*glares in annoyance*
L. See Icy's answer above.