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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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[scionofwisdom.livejournal.com]

It is...a pleasure to meet you, Kevas. [Since he did not introduce himself with a title, Zelda is not inclined to address him with one.]


You would be correct in your guess. I must ask how you came about that assumption, however, as your accent is one that is significantly...not Hylian.

[pimp-hat.livejournal.com]

I don't t'ink it would seein' how we be from diffrent worlds.

Joo could say dat I already know joo. She be a diffrent version of joo but joo nonedaless.

that icon...should not be that cute

[scionofwisdom.livejournal.com]

...I see. [How little things make sense here so far. Obviously, he knows her...doppelganger. If one could call her that. Zelda hasn't quite figured all of this out yet.]

[pimp-hat.livejournal.com]

[Don't ever let him hear that. As far as he's concerned, you're the doppleganger.]

I really doubt dat joo do. Been here seven months and I barely know what be goin' on.

[scionofwisdom.livejournal.com]

Have you come to any sort of conclusions at all...? [She wonders how long it will be until she makes any herself.]

[pimp-hat.livejournal.com]

Yeah. Dere be more questions den answahs on dis damn boat.

[scionofwisdom.livejournal.com]

[She gives a short little laugh.]

I suppose you are right, yes.

[pimp-hat.livejournal.com]

Trust me, I had a lotta time to pondah dis. Ain't much else to do on dis ship.

[Well, besides drink till he falls over. That's always fun.]

[scionofwisdom.livejournal.com]

How long have you been residing here...? [She isn't quite sure she wants to hear the answer to this.]

[pimp-hat.livejournal.com]

Last I checked, I been here fuh seven months. Seven long months.

[He doesn't sound the least bit happy with this answer. Never thought he would miss the constant turmoil of life back on Azeroth.]

[scionofwisdom.livejournal.com]

Seven...[Her voice trails off. That was...a very long time.]

Where do you come from originally...?

[pimp-hat.livejournal.com]

And dere be some who been here longah den me.

[The troll lets out a tired chuckle.]

Dis cozy, liddle war-torn world named Azuhroth where da locales be deadly and da people even more so.

[scionofwisdom.livejournal.com]

[It gets worse and worse, apparently.]

I have never heard of the place. Do you miss it? [She is familiar with a war torn world.]

[pimp-hat.livejournal.com]

I be more suhprised if ja did.

[Kevas pauses for a moment. Just how much does his miss his home?]

Guess joo could say dat. I be missin' it da same way a mon misses a cold when he be gettin' da flu.

[scionofwisdom.livejournal.com]

[She blinks at the communicator.]

That is an interesting analogy, Kevas.