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[scionofwisdom]

[There is a clunk, and by the way the person is talking, it sounds rather like someone has accidentally pressed a button on the communicator.]

What...is this magic? [The decidedly feminine voice is composed but strained, and there is evident confusion interlaced with a bit of suspicion. The speaker is examining the device, and as she begins to figure out how to use it, her voice strengthens, though her next words sound...tired.]

Where am I...? [She seems to be talking to herself, and her voice is faint; she isn't speaking directly into the device anymore.] How...odd.

[She clears her throat, then directs her voice into the communicator, fully intending on finding out just what is going on.]

Being as I am quite obviously not in Hyrule Castle, nor even Hyrule itself; I must ask for some sort of explanation. If there is someone out there that can offer that, I would be deeply indebted to you.

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[She makes a noncommittal noise in the back of her throat; she had certainly heard of techniques to make a person forget...things, but she herself had never engaged in any such activities.]

I see. [She is eyeing the elevator in apprehension, but she quickly squelches any lingering fear and takes her ancestors hand and steps in the elevator.]

Forgive me, but I have yet to see anything...of this caliber.

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[There's an immediate tingle Zelda feels. As though her connection with her other is far greater than she initially had imagined. It renders her quiet, thoughtful, and stationary. For just that moment.

Then she gestures with her free hand on the side.]

The numbers are for the decks. If there is a particular one you wish to visit, you select it. It is fairly straight forward.

It does seem... a bit miraculous to me. I felt when I arrived that Hyrule was a bit... primitive in some ways compared to the things here.

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[She feels it as well, and she glances curiously at their hands before glancing back at the elevator.]

Ah, I see. Alright, then. [She still hesitates, but she dutifully follows Zelda into the elevator. She doubts that she is being lead to her death, although the small metal box looks a bit dangerous to her.]

Primitive…in ways more than just this?

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[Zelda puts in the number 10, for deck 10, of course. She'll have to question their connection a little later. Maybe with some food in her companion.]

I would say that since I have been here... [The elevator doors close. As long as Her Majesty doesn't grow too concerned about a closed box that seems to maneuver about on its own, Zelda assumes they'll be fine.]

...I have seen other things that make me feel as though Hyrule is a bit behind the times.

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I can...see that already. [She eyes the buttons with curiosity. She is...no longer afraid of the contraption, her ancestors ease within the box made her no longer afraid.]

It is..fascinating. There are...creatures made of metal here. [She is talking about Shockwave; and she has to admit, she would rather like to meet some of these...odd beings.]

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[Well, at least Zelda can do something appropriate. Her descendant carries herself with something much more, however, and the thought alone distresses Zelda greatly. To the point where her own actions may be influenced by her, where she may change herself to better suit a Hyrule that is not even hers.]

Creatures made of metal.

[Like Bumblebee, Zelda presumes the other is speaking. She hasn't even met them all yet. And speaking of Bumblebee...]

I think once you have grown past the surprise, you will find that there is a great deal of knowledge that may benefit you. A captive or not, it is not justified to simply place aside anything you may be pursuing. After all, you may find something of use in your stay here.

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[Zelda, as of yet, has no idea as to how she is affecting her companion.]

Yes. He stated his name was...Shockwave. [Such an odd sounding name; it felt strange coming from her lips. It felt as foreign as it sounded.]

I am...fairly certain you are correct. Judging by those that have responded to me already, I believe I shall learn more than I ever anticipated here.

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[She pauses at the name. It's unfamiliar to her, but she can hardly expect to know everyone aboard. She certainly tries, however.]

Shockwave... How... quaint.

[Then she gives a reassuring nod to her other and the doors of the elevator open. Welcome to deck 10, ladies, the restaurant of Zelda's selection is here.]

Knowledge could be rendered useless to others, yet I believe you and I would know how to appropriately use it.

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It will be...an interesting conversation, I am sure.

[She watches the doors open, intrigued as to how this all worked.]

I am fairly certain you are right. One must only know the right questions to ask, after all, and what you can gain is infinite.

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[It's maternal in nature, when Zelda squeezes her hand tenderly. Then she leads her out and peers around thoughtfully. Which way...]

Knowledge itself is infinite. It is given definition by what someone chooses to do with that knowledge. You do not need me to tell you that, however. You have likely known all along.

[Which makes it difficult for her to find a neutral basis to speak with her descendant on.]

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[It is very odd, speaking like this. They already seem to know so much of the same things, it is nearly chilling.]

Yes, you are correct. [She hesitates before asking anything farther.]

The boat...people...have left? They are returned to their homes at some point?

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[She doesn't respond immediately. She's not really sure what to say just yet. She can speak from experience, of course.]

I have heard that when people leave, they tend to be returned to their original times and their original homelands. I could not speak for certainty as I do not know. When the original Hero of Time from my time left, I believe he was returned to Hyrule.

There is no definite proof, however...

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[She notices the pause, but does not comment on it; instead she opts to simply wait. Patience is one of her virtues.]

Original? [Zelda is...not sure what she means by that.] The...boy? He was here before then?

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When he initially pulled the Master Sword from the Pedestal of Time, he was just a young boy and could not be the Hero of Time. For seven years he slept while Hyrule fell beneath Ganondorf's grasp. That was the Link I knew, and that was the Link who was here before. He disappeared... shortly after I arrived.

[Difficult times. She'd had a complicated time enduring it all. It was that, among other things, that had drawn her and Jak together. In that respect, she was thankful to Link.]

The younger Link here, is... He is of another time. Although he seems younger, he is more the Hero of Time than the other one was. He is so much more sure of himself and dedicated to the cause.

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I see. [Confusing, but she understood.]

He does seem...dedicated. [She thought to their conversation, and she almost smiles.] He was...very eager to offer his protection.

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[Zelda's lips upturn and she idly gestures toward Sergei's Bar and Grille.]

That sounds precisely like him. I would expect no less. How very... Link.