How was your Christmas?
(Very good, thanks for asking Universe. I got an ocarina and have been learning to play it decently and somewhat squawkily. I can now perform the Song of Time without any problems!)
But...?
(...That's about the only one so far. I'm working on the Song of Storms, but the notes move so fast I can't keep up yet. I can play it at about half-time though.)
That's not playing it for real then.
(Oi! You try figuring out this thing, there's twelve holes on it!)
Don't have hands. Now, the author does not own the Legend of Zelda. Which is good, because if OoT was based on your musical skills then Hyrule would be doomed.
(...I'm still learning...)
After dissolving the Winter, packing up the gifts, re-planting the tree, returning the socks and dealing with the massive excess of Moon Pearls, The Links were ready to deal with whatever Lore's Hyrule would throw at them.
The only problem was that they weren't actually in Lore's Hyrule.
"It had to be Labrynna," Lore grumbled.
"Didn't you get that from the fact that we froze the Maku Tree and the socks we borrowed clearly said 'Made in Labrynna' on them?" Mask pointed out.
"I was otherwise occupied."
"Yeah, confusing the heck out of the rest of us," Ocarina agreed.
"Would your villains really be in your Hyrule anyways?" Speck asked. "From what you've told us it sounds like most of your time was spent in another country."
"Two other countries," Lore corrected absently. "When you put it like that, it makes sense... Oh well. We go!"
With that, the ginger Link marched off in a completely random direction with purposeful steps and absolutely no idea where he was going.
In other words, his normal order of operations.
"Should we just search Labrynna since we're here?" Wind asked, jogging a bit to catch up. "It'd probably save some time."
"Problem is, Labrynna's big," Lore replied.
"And which country isn't?"
"Point," Lore admitted. "I wonder... you might want to plug your ears."
Everyone, from Wind to Shadow, promptly did so, having had much experience with exactly how loud Lore could actually be. Several of them took a few steps back for good measure.
Lore took a massive breath, which seemed to far outstrip his lung capacity, and bellowed, "MAAAAAAAPLEEEE!" at the loudest volume he could manage. Which was considerable.
Realm waited for his ears to stop ringing before he lowered his hands and asked, "What exactly will that do?"
"There's a witch here," Lore said. "She flies around and crashes on me sometimes. It's pretty predictable, and I'd predict she's about to crash right about..."
He abruptly ducked and a young girl in purple on a broomstick went careening over his head and plowed spectacularly into the dirt, scattering a multitude of random items in the process.
"Now," Lore finished. "Hey Maple, how've you been?"
"Why don't you watch where you're going once in a while?!" she snapped. "Look what you made me do!"
"I see you're using your broom again," Lore noted. "What happened to the flying vacuum cleaner? I liked that one."
Gen raised an incredulous eyebrow at that.
"The Great Witch said it wasn't suited to be the ride of her Apprentice," Maple grumbled. "But that's not important! Why were you yelling my name so loudly?! You startled me right out of the sky!"
"Oh, right," Lore snapped his fingers. "You can do magic, yeah?"
Maple gave him a deadpan stare. "I am a witch."
"Perfect. Can you give us a lift?"
"Do I look like a transport service?!"
Sketch raised a hand. "Actually, I know a witch named Irene and she gives me a lift sometimes."
Maple rounded on him. "Is my name Irene?! NO! It's Maple, and I am not a pack mule!"
"I never said you were," Sketch squeaked, now seriously regretting opening his mouth in the first place.
"Why would I even consider giving you a ride?!" Maple continued, loudly. "I don't even like you! You make me drop my stuff and then I'm always late!"
"Speaking of which," Lore said, "here's your Magic Potion back." He held up a bottle full of the stuff and Maple snatched it from his hand with a humph.
"I have no interest in helping you," she finished, giving Lore a glare. He thoroughly ignored it; such a low-level look had absolutely no effect on him, especially compared to some of the Looks Shadow could dish out.
"No no, you wouldn't be helping us per se," Lore said. "More specifically, you'd be helping Labrynna by helping us get around. In that, you'd be removing us as far from the country as possible so that we don't accidentally destroy it through collateral damage."
Maple blinked. "Say what now?"
"I don't know if you've noticed, but I seem to have found about eighteen more of myself," Lore continued. "Now, if you'll remember my destructive tendancies, then you have a pretty good idea of what we tend to get into."
Maple blinked again, this time slightly more nervously
"What I'm proposing, is that you do your home-country a favor and remove us from the premises. Entirely."
"I'm from Holodrum," Maple said bluntly.
"Really? From the amount of time you spend in whatever place I'm at I could have sworn you were Labrynnian..." Lore mused. "Either way, if you don't give us a ride we're going to put him," he pointed at Realm, "in charge of navigational direction and tell him to find Hyrule."
Everyone else immediately blanched.
"DON'T... do that," Dusk said with feeling.
"I'd get us to the exact opposite destination," Realm agreed.
"I know that, Holodrum is in the opposite direction of Hyrule," Lore said.
"...Are you supposed to be threatening my country?" Maple asked, confused. "Because I honestly can't tell."
"Exactly!" Lore declared. "That's why you should give us a lift. Any questions?"
"...What?"
"Can you give us a lift around Labrynna?" Lore asked patiently.
Maple blinked yet again, opened her mouth, frowned, closed it, and furrowed her brow as she tried and failed to figure out what had just happened. Then she gave up and just considered the question.
"...You can tag along while I make my deliveries," she decided eventually. "There'a a reason I'm always carrying so much stuff, after all. How do you all feel about heights?"
"Love them," Gen grinned.
"And I think the rest of us are indifferent," Wind finished.
"More or less," Green agreed.
Maple pursed her mouth in thought. "...Okay. This is going to be really awkward and uncomfortable." Then she grinned. "For you. You're all gonna need to grab the end of my broomstick and hang on for dear life."
"Din, why?" Steam grumbled.
"It's not like my broom comes equipped with extra seats and handholds, you know," Maple scolded. "Stop complaining and be glad I'm even agreeing to this. Do you know how much mileage this is going to cost me?"
Rather than try to answer that question, which was undoubtedly a bad idea, the Links began assembling themselves on the end of the broomstick and tried to fit everyone on. They ended up with all the Links who had strengthening gloves holding on to the actual broom, and then holding on to the rest of the group with their other hands. Speck, on the other hand, shrunk down and hitched a ride on Dusk's hat, as it was long and floppy and provided multiple handholds.
Impressively, Maple's broom did in fact carry all eighteen of it's passengers to Maple's first delivery location. And while the Witch Apprentice did her business, the Links poked around to see if they could find Lore's native villains.
"I'm thinking," Mask decided, "that this particular section of Labrynna is just a bit too quiet to have evil people."
"You never know," Lore said, looking intensely underneath a small and insignificant pebble as though it could be hiding Ganon. "We deal with some weird stuff sometimes."
"That's true," Vio agreed. "But I think I agree with Mask. It's too peaceful here for that."
"You never know," Lore repeated. "But I think I can find out. Hey! Person over there!"
A middle-aged man with a bit of a potbelly looked somewhat startled as Lore addressed him and frowned in polite confusion. "Er... yes?"
"Despite all evidence to the contrary, this is a very important question," Lore said seriously. "Have you seen a large blue pig, a metal mace man, and a woman who re-defines creepy?"
The stranger blinked. "No, I... I'm sorry, who are you?"
"Absolutely no one of any importance whatsoever," Lore replied promptly. "Would that be a 'No', then?"
"Yes," the man said. "I mean, no. I mean, yes, it's a no. I mean-"
"No, you have not seen these people," Lore finished.
"Yes," the man agreed.
"Right," Lore said, performing an abrupt heel-face turn and marching back to the broom. "Maple! We are in need of transport!"
"A woman who... re-defines creepy?" the boy repeated, frowning. "Does my sister count?"
"Well, that depends," Lore said. "Is your sister a tall enchantress with bad fashion and a desperate need of a suntan?"
"No, she's kinda short and she wears dresses," the boy said. "I'm not too sure about the enchantress part though... want me to ask her?"
"Better not," Lore decided. "If it turns out that she is, we don't want her to know we're onto her."
"Blue pigs?" the rancher said. "I don't got blue pigs. If'n you're still interested though, I got white pigs, brown pigs, pink pigs, black pigs, white and brown pigs, white and pink pigs, white and black pigs, brown and pink pigs, black and pink pigs, black and brown pigs, black brown and pink pigs, black brown and white pigs, black white and pink pigs, brown white and pink pigs..."
"In hindsight, a pig farmer probably wasn't the best person to ask about this," Lore mused as the man continued listing his variously colored porkers.
"You think?" Steam asked dryly.
"Is this a joke?"
Lore shrugged. The woman stared at him, readjusted her baby, and continued staring.
"A 'metal mace man'?" she continued. "Are you serious? What part of that even makes sense? Is this man made of metal? Is he made of maces? Wouldn't someone like that be terribly conspicuous?"
"Those are all excellent questions that I most certainly do not have the answers for," Lore said.
The woman gave him a glare and protectively shifted her baby in her arms. "You're insane," she told him in no uncertain terms, and walked off.
"She nailed you like a hammer," Mask observed.
Lore grimaced. "There are approximately two people that I accept defeat from: Midna and Shadow. We will never speak of this incident again."
Mask just grinned disturbingly.
"Doesn't ring a bell," the teen shrugged. "Sorry."
"That's an odd question..." a girl mused. "Wait – is this some sort of game? Am I being recorded?! That is so cool!"
"That's actually not it at all," Lore mumbled, being extremely disappointed in himself for not thinking of that idea sooner. The excited female ignored this, being far too busy leaning in close and trying to find the 'hidden phonograph'.
"Hi Mom!" she yelled.
"How large would you say this pig was?" the local butcher asked with a gleam in his eye.
"Not large enough for that," Gen decided hastily and dragged Lore off before he could make things worse.
"You're looking for a woman? Is she hot?"
Lore blinked. "...What now?"
"Is she hot?" the man repeated. "Obviously if you're looking for her she must be pretty important to you. The fact that she's with another man means she's cheating on you and left with him. Therefore, you're out for revenge. Is she hot enough to be worth it?"
Lore gaped incredulously at him. "Okay, first of all, EWW. Second of all, EWW again. Third of all, why is she only worth it if she's hot?"
The man shrugged. "S'how I see it."
Lore glared at him. "And do you have a girlfriend?"
"...No."
"Gee," Lore said in the driest, most sarcastic voice he had. "I wonder why that could be."
The mime, who was currently 'trapped in a box', shook his head emphatically and motioned his apologies.
"That's fine then, thanks for your time," Mask said.
The mime waved, then went back to figuring his way out of the 'box'. It looked like quite a difficult puzzle.
"You got all that out of some hand motions?" Realm asked.
"I'm fluent in Facial Expressions, remember?" Mask reminded him. "That guy is the single most expressive person I've ever met."
Realm looked back at the mime, who had found his way out of the 'box' but now seemed to have gotten caught in a savage gust of 'wind'.
"Surprising for a guy who doesn't speak," he said.
"I haven't seen anyone like that," the boy frowned. "Are you sure you've got the descriptions right?"
"Absolutely positive," Lore said.
"Even the blue pig?"
"Even the blue pig," Lore agreed.
"Er... no, sorry."
"Ralph!" Lore exclaimed ecstatically and swung his arm around the shoulder of a red-haired teen in robes long enough to trip over. "How've you been, my man?"
Ralph – as that was evidently the boy's name – took one look at Lore and turned an alarming shade of white.
"Please tell me there's a valid reason that you're here that doesn't involve the end of the world," Ralph groaned.
"There is a valid reason I'm here that does not involve the end of the world," Lore said.
"Really?"
"Yeah, about that..."
Ralph dropped his head into his palms. "Dangit. Link, for once in your life could you try not to attract supervillains?"
"It's not my fault this time," Lore said. "Well, technically I suppose it might be, but this time I get to split the blame between all eighteen of myself."
Ralph blinked frantically. "All... eighteen?"
Lore pointed.
Ralph then, fearfully, turned his head to look behind himself and was greeted with the sight of the Links' usual antics when they didn't have anything to distract them. Namely, barely-contained chaos. Dusk glanced up from where he was keeping Shadow from pummeling Blue into pulp and sent Ralph an apologetic grimace.
"If it helps, this is a lot better than we used to be," he said.
From the look on Ralph's face, it didn't help in the slightest.
"Why me..." he whimpered faintly.
"Because you put up with me," Lore said brightly. "Now, not to alarm you or anything, but have you by any chance seen Veran around? She may have managed to make a comeback."
"...Of course she did. Have you checked the past?"
Lore blinked. "Actually, no. Be back in two seconds, hopefully. Speck, time me!"
He withdrew his Harp of Ages from his bag and blasted out a power chord before vanishing into thin air. Speck immediately began counting. Ralph rubbed his eyes and sighed, then turned to the rest of the Links.
"So, are you-" he began, only to get interrupted by Lore spontaneously appearing five steps to the left.
"Six and a half seconds," Speck said.
"Cheese crackers and toast on a pickle!" Lore complained. "That's quite possible my worst record to date!"
"Hang on, 'toast on a pickle'?" Gen asked. "Shouldn't that be the other way around?"
Lore glanced at him, befuddled. "Why would I do that?"
"Uh, Veran?" Ralph prompted him.
"Oh yeah. She's not there."
Ralph sighed in relief. "Thank goodness for that."
"Yeah, it's nice and all," Lore frowned. "But now we're out of places to look in Labrynna."
"Wait, you mean-"
"On to Holodrum!" Lore declared, and marched off to accost Maple into giving them yet another ride.
Ralph glanced at the rest of the Links. "I think-and I'm not sure how this is possible-he's gotten more crazy since I last saw him. How do you deal with it?"
"Well, for some reason we saw fit to make him half our leadership," Steam said. "But he's actually quite good at it when he tries. The rest of the time, he makes life interesting."
"Besides," Sketch picked up, "it's not as if he's the only one of us with quirks."
At that moment, the Four ran past in their usual complete unison and said, frantically, "Shadow insulted the butcher's face and the butcher took offense to that and he tried to attack Shadow but Shadow took offense to that and now we need help to save the butcher from Shadow!"
"...Believe it or not, this is actually fairly normal," Ocarina sighed. "SHADOW! YOU CAN'T DECAPITATE REGULAR PEOPLE! WE'VE TALKED ABOUT THIS!"
"You're just lucky I had deliveries in Holodrum too," Maple grumbled as she dropped the Links on the ground. "All this extra weight is really putting my poor broom through some stress."
"...If you say so," Vio said doubtfully.
"Question," Wind said, glancing around. "How is this any different from Labrynna?"
"I'm glad you asked," Lore said, gesturing flamboyantly. "Underneath Holodrum... is Subrosia!"
There was a short silence, in which a random cricket chirped to itself.
"...And Subrosia is different how?" Mask asked.
"Obviously because of the Subrosians."
"What is a Subrosian?"
"That," Lore said, pointing. The group turned around to see a diminutive... something in a full-body green cloak. That was it. There was literally no part of the actual being that one could see outside of the clothing. Even the hood was so deep that the only thing visible were the being's large and glowing white eyes.
"That's adorable," Red cooed.
"No, that's a Subrosian," Lore corrected nonsensically. "If I'm right... I think I know him. I just need to remember his name."
At that moment, the Subrosian, who had been doing his darnedest to blend in with the shrubbery, spotted Lore and carefully made his way over-after checking the coast was clear, of course.
"Link!" he exclaimed. "Are you here for Rosa?"
"No, we're seeing other people," Lore said. "Seriously, that was old news about six rounds of news ago. Where've you been?"
"Who's Rosa?" Gen asked.
"Nice girl, Subrosian with a pink bow. We just had some differences and decided to part as friends."
Gen frowned. "But... you mean you dated a hood with a bow?"
"Hey, she was in there, she was just really deeply buried," Lore scolded. "Subrosians are people too."
"We're just really shy and extremely susceptible to sunburns," the still-unnamed Subrosian agreed.
"So... guy, how're things?" Lore asked.
"Oh, we're doing alright," the Subrosian said. "We're trying a more nonchalant approach to surface encounters. The current theory is if we act like we're supposed to be here, then nobody will notice."
"And it's worked brilliantly for me in the past," Lore said. "And on a completely unrelated topic, have you seen Onox lately?"
"Er... who?"
"Tall guy, covered in armor, carries a big spiky mace? Seriously, he dropped the Temple of Seasons on you, how'd you miss him?"
"We were a bit busy making sure he missed us."
Lore compared this with what he knew about the Subrosian people.
"Fair enough. Oh, by the way, these guys here are also me through a complicated set of circumstances, so no worries about your anonymity. Cool?"
The Subrosian cocked his head. "...'Cool'?"
"Opposite of hot, guy, you really need to get out more."
The Subrosian shrugged.
"So just to clarify," Dusk said, "the entirety of this conversation has been the confirmation that Onox is in fact not here?"
"That is entirely correct," Lore said. "Nice talking to you, guy, but we've got a villain to find. MAPLE!"
"Bye Link!" the Subrosian waved.
"Can I just point out that you called him 'guy' for the past few minutes instead of bothering to remember his name?" Wind asked, mildly annoyed.
"What are you talking about? That is his name," Lore replied.
"His name is Guy?"
"Was it not obvious?"
"Not the way you were using it," Wind muttered.
After that, the Links quickly discovered that all the Subrosians looked exactly alike. The only hope of telling them apart was whether their cloak was green or blue, and even that wasn't helpful in the slightest due to the fact that about half the population wore blue and the other half wore green. This was made even more confusing by the fact that the Subrosian population was completely unknowable. How could you count the people when you couldn't even tell them apart to begin with?
Lore, naturally, was for some reason exempt from this, and proceeded to name each and every Subrosian the group met – correctly.
At the end of the day, they still hadn't found the villains they were looking for, but everyone had a renewed opinion of their half-leader.
Namely, his sheer impossibility.
"Link! I see you've still not broken any signs!" the Subrosian nodded approvingly. "I'm so glad I have someone who sees them for the wonderful inventions they are!"
"A sign saved my life once," Lore replied, nodding sagely. "It said, 'Warning: Cliff'. I was so grateful!"
"I know, right?!" the Subrosian gushed.
"By the way, have you seen a blue pig, creepy woman, or metal man?" Lore asked. "They hate signs."
"Those villains!" the Subrosian gasped. "But no, I have not seen them. Otherwise I would punish the fiends!"
"Eh, worth a shot. Thanks, Sign-Loving Subrosian."
"No problem," he chirped.
This time, the rest of the group waited until they were out of earshot. "That cannot actually be his name," Wind said. "Right?"
"No, that's actually his name," Lore said. "If you look really closely, he's wearing a nametag for it. His own personal sign, he says."
"...I think I'm beginning to figure out where you got your weirdness from," Realm muttered.
Other notable Subrosians were the Subrosian Chef (and yes, that actually was his name), who hadn't seen any of the villains but was quite content to offer everyone soup; the Strange Brothers (and yes, those were actually their names, they went by One and Two) who nobody actually managed to ask about the villains because everyone was too busy trying to keep their items from being stolen (the Brothers were avid thieves); and a Subrosian called Master who didn't actually say anything but somehow managed to communicate all the same.
The rest of the Subrosians seemed fairly normal by Subrosian standards and were doing normal Subrosian things like taking a relaxing bath in molten lava (somehow their clothes stayed intact), mistaking collectable hearts for peaches, digging up their local currency-literally, and doing traditional Subrosian dancing.
The Subrosians, the Links decided, were a strange people.
"This had better be the last ride you people need," Maple complained loudly as she dropped off the Links in Hyrule. "Because I am not doing it again, and I don't care if this isn't your last stop. Too bad!"
"This is fine, actually," Lore said. "Thanks a ton, Maple."
"There had better be some serious world-saving going on," Maple grumbled. "Don't call me again!"
With that, the Witch Apprentice happily took off, having been freed of her multiple Link burden.
"Alright everyone, welcome to my Hyrule," Lore said, spreading his arms. "When nobody's invading, it's rather boring in my opinion."
"Lore!"
"Hey, take it from me. Once you've saved the world, normal life gets kinda dull. Once you've saved the world three-and-a-questionable-fourth times, normal life gets almost unbearable. Once we've saved the universe... I predict we're all going to be very, very stir-crazy."
"...He's kinda got a point," Mask conceded. "After I saved Hyrule from Ganondorf I had a lot of trouble adjusting to normal life again. That's what eventually landed me in Termina. I kinda went looking for it." He thought for a moment, then pointed at Ocarina and said, "Remember that for your turn."
Ocarina frowned and wrote that down in his Paradox Book, under the section entitled 'Things I Need to do to Avoid Universal Collapse'.
"Back to the point?" Dusk prompted everyone.
"Oh, right. Anyways, the Castle is this way," Lore finished, pointing and walking off in said direction. Not that it was entirely necessary, since the group could see the Castle in the distance, but the gesture was nice.
It only took the Links a few minutes to get where they were going, most of which was spent trying to convince Shadow not to change his cloak-lettering to something unprintable. This argument naturally drew a lot of strange looks, but curiously enough when the locals saw Lore they instantly nodded to themselves with a resigned but curiosity-satisfied sort of way and went about their business.
This said a lot about Lore's normal mode of operations.
"Zelda!" Lore exclaimed, barging through the throne room door as if he owned it. "I have a question!"
Zelda, who was sitting on her throne, sighed, smiled, and said, "Link, it's been a while. How were Labrynna and Holodrum? You've been gone quite a while."
There was a beat of silence as Lore said absolutely nothing.
"...Uh... You gonna answer her?" Steam said quietly.
Lore looked at him, then up at Zelda. And continued to do absolutely nothing. He was scrutinizing the Princess in the same way the Links usually approached a dungeon or temple of some sort – with great caution.
"Link?" Zelda repeated, worried. "What's wrong?"
Behind her, one of the royal guards, a massively built man with a mace hanging from his belt, shifted slightly into an attack stance. Zelda waved him off and continued to watch Lore carefully.
"Lore, this is not the time to experiment with amateur miming!" Gen hissed.
"Link, are you alright?" Zelda asked, now sounding seriously concerned.
"...I'm fine, Princess," Lore said, carefully. "Both Labrynna and Holodrum were enjoyable, if you discount the maniac who turned into a dragon and the psychopath who turned into a giant spider. How've you been?"
The Princess frowned. "Link, are you feeling well? You're normally not this formal."
"That's an understatement," Sketch whispered. Red giggled.
"I'm fine," Lore repeated. "If you'll excuse me, you'll notice I have guests. I'd like to show them around."
"I'm sure that can be arranged," Zelda agreed. "Oh, but you said you had a question for me?"
"Never mind, I forgot I already knew the answer," Lore said, grinning. To the rest of the Links, it seemed ever so slightly fixed. "See you later, Princess."
Then, out the side of his mouth to the rest of the group, he whispered, "Follow me and don't say anything."
This being highly out of character, nobody argued.
Lore didn't relax until the group was outside of Castle Town and a fair distance from the walls for good measure.
"Okay, what's actually wrong?" Wind asked. "You don't get serious unless there's a really good reason."
"That wasn't Zelda," Lore said.
"...Sure looked like her to me," Mask said.
"Trust me," Lore replied, "that wasn't her. It's definitely her body, but that's not her."
"...Alright, then... who was it?" Blue asked.
"Well, I may have forgotten to mention this sooner, but one of the villains I fought could possess people. I had one heck of a time figuring out where she was the last time, so I made sure I would always be able to tell."
"And you think she's in Zelda?"
Lore nodded.
Realm frowned. "Er... not to doubt your expertise in this, but how exactly can you tell? She looked completely normal to me."
"It's the eyes," Lore said. "Veran's good, but there's no such thing as a perfect possession. All I needed to do was find her flaw. When she possesses someone, her influence changes their eye shape to match hers. It's kinda... slanted, and it makes their face look just a tiny bit twisted. Like they're thinking of all the ways they can kill you while they smile."
"Well, you would know, I guess," Dusk decided. "She's your Zelda, after all."
"Except that's not the only problem," Lore continued grimly. "That guard with the mace? All the weapons used by the royal guard are supplied by the Castle Armory. For starters, there aren't any maces, and I would know because I went through that entire room looking for a properly balanced weapon. Second, all the weapons from the Armory have the Royal Crest on them, and that one didn't. Also, Onox uses a mace exactly like that one."
There was a beat of silence as the Links absorbed that.
"And Ganon?" Vio asked.
"Well, he's a blue pig. Bit conspicuous, and Veran's anything but stupid. She wouldn't blow her cover so easily."
"This could be a problem," Ocarina realized.
"This is already a problem," Dusk corrected. "She's posing as the Princess of Hyrule. How are we supposed to get her out if the whole country will think we just committed treason?"
Sorry this took so long... I've been busy filling out forms. Who knew you needed a resume and a cover letter just to apply to an internship?
Also... it took a really long time to figure out how to go about this.
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The has-been who never will be: Design-wise... probably Twilight Princess or Skyward Sword. Nothing wrong with the toons, I just prefer a more natural proportioning. / Game-wise, I like them all too much. Can't choose. / As for OC's, I don't plan on adding any. This is a timeline-and-canon centric fic, and I don't plan on changing that.
Guest: Not very much. If the Windfish shows up again, it'll probably be because I feel like tormenting Lore. It likely won't be a specific plot-point.
HelenTheMoon: What was wrong with all the others? / That sounds hilarious. Good idea.
Guest: I know there's no Oracle Ganon. I only named him that because there was already a Hyrule Ganon. / I know that too. It was meant to be a joke. And, technically, you could consider the Shadow Creatures beasts. If they don't fit that description I don't know what does. / And I know Ghirahim is Demise's sword. Did I say otherwise? If I did, please let me know where I did that so I can correct it. I hate plot-holes. Aside from all that, thanks for reading!