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If Link was asked to list exactly how many times he had been forced, encouraged, or coerced into wearing some unhinged outfit --or no outfit at all-- he would have quite a lot of trouble counting them all up. He doesn't even mind, usually; it's a means to an end, more often than not. Perhaps not the most reasonable means to a reasonable end, in this case -- booty shorts, as they seem to be called, don't seem like the most common sense clothing item when it comes to janitorial work. But he was spared the corset top that some others are sporting, at least -- instead his torso is bare, riddled with scars, revealing his right arm discolored to the shoulder with suspiciously elegant fingernails. Long story.
Luckily, cleaning itself isn't a difficult task. Unluckily, for whomever is nearby at least, Link's taken to using a weird ability in order to make this job easier -- meaning, you may see a table engulfed in an eerie green light before it's lifted well off the ground in order for Link to clean under it. Anything on the table goes flying. Look. I never said he was good at cleaning. So-- if you end up with a drink spilled on you or a whole pile of chips dumped on your head...sorry?]
ii—dirty dice
[The reality of his new circumstances sets in slowly. It's not the physicality of the place that feels intimidating -- it's the closeness of the space. The falseness of the outdoors. Being trapped. Link can handle most else -- but this? How... how is he meant to tackle this obstacle?
... okay. One thing at a time.
For now: the games. If 'chips' are needed in order to survive, they seem a good place to start. Dice are fairly innocent, as well. Until he looks at what he's rolled, at least, and his mouth sets in a line as a response, facing up to this challenge. Socializing.]
Nice... [He has to look again. COMPLIMENT NECK.] Nice neck?
Yeah. Nailed it.
ooc: I'm fine with this being either wholesome or whoreish--or rnging!]
iii—bathroom traps
['Confess your sins,' is it. Whether he gets the concept of what Judgmental John means by punishment, Link appears as unflappable as ever. Truth is, he isn't really scared of punishment, nor is he afraid of the ghost before him. Hands on his hips, expression set in an unapologetic deadpan, he turns from his companion to the painting as if he's volunteering to go first.]
Alphabetically or categorically?
[Clearly, He Has A Lot Of Sins.
Anyway, he quickly becomes familiar with The Creepy Bathroom Things, but to his credit, he's never been the type to be dissuaded by ghosts or demands. Indeed, he's managed to get away from this situation unscathed more than once.
...
On the other hand, the trio is quite different. "Something sweet?" What does that even mean? Flirting?? Look, this is... he's not... it isn't...
You don't just do this sort of thing on demand.]
Can't we get the other guy instead?
iv—gremlin abuses rpg mechanics
[Once he starts to wrap his head around what this place is, Link falls into the familiar and easy pattern of doing essentially whatever he wants, whether it stretches the boundaries of common sense or otherwise. Meaning: one may find any number of sex toys around fused to various objects, such as tables, dinner plates, or one unfortunate vibrator that has been fused to the front of a slot machine, directly in the center of the screen.
Even more menacing is his ascend ability, in which Link pops his head up through the floor of a room, looks around, and then crawls out of the floor like an insane Sadako elf. If it happens to be a room that's presently occupied, he does at least have the decency to wave and say,] Hi.
wildcard [link is 21, and is open to partners of any age/gender! info/permissions and kinklist are both pretty much up to date. i'm open to any other prompts as well; please feel free to come at me with a wildcard scenario, or you can catch me on plurk posolutely if you want to work out something specific.]
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dirty dice i just couldn't not im so sorry im also sry abt the dice roll????? tadtcjjv
[This isn't strange at all. It's not weird in any way. Not even the slightest bit unusual.
Link wonders how many times he can tell himself as much before he starts believing it to be true. Because he's never actually met Mineru; she was gone in all but spirit long before he was even born. And he is currently in possession of her dead brother's right arm. And now she is being told by a pair of rather forward dice to touch his butt.
...
...
Yeah. No. This is fine. Sure. He-- well, he turns and sort of...stiffly bends over. This is definitely not awkward.]
[ We're not going to talk about the right arm. She is just not going to think about it.
Instead, she is going to touch the butt.
It starts with a gentle pat. Getting the lay of the land, if you will. Not flabby, but not overly firm. The dice said "caress" and not "pat" though, so she does just that, with little pressure, palm gliding on the fabric of his pants. It's a nice butt, all said. More than enough to cup one cheek in her palm, long fingers grazing the seam of the seat of his pants. Not a bad butt at all. ]
That should satisfy the game's arbiters. [ She pulls back her hand and pushes the face across the table at him. ] I hope that wasn't upsetting. It's hard to read you, sometimes.
[Well, Link can now add "butt caresses" to his growing list of new experiences. He does not fluster easily, at least on any average day -- but this still feels bizarre enough that he's glad she cannot see his face as she fulfills the dice's challenge. By the time he rights himself, he's reined in the hint of fluster seeping into his expression. This is fine. It's alright. Yeah. Definitely.
It is kind of her to check, though.]
Thank you. I'm okay, [he says with a decisive nod. He doesn't comment on being difficult to read, though; he knows it's true. It was by design, long ago, and somehow -- he has simply remained that way. That being the case, he takes the dice in hand and rolls them for his own turn. HOLD WAIST doesn't seem so bad, especially after the butt thing, but he casts a questioning glance in her direction nonetheless.]
[Kazuya says, jerking a thumb at his cohort trapped in bathroom hell. If he's going to take the fall, Kazuya has absolutely zero problems in letting a complete stranger say he's the worst of the bunch.
Except.
John remembers him.
Remembers the sins he'd admitted to last time, even though it was two years ago.]
Not so fast! [John cries.] I remember the weight of your sins...! You'll confess them again, and wager them against this ones! Only then can we see whom beats whom!
[...
Kazuya looks at the guy with him. And makes the worlds most disgusted face.]
[Hands on hips, Link nods, exuding unapologetic energy. His sins are indeed fairly numerous -- the ends have made some unscrupulous means necessary, in his line of work. And he is ready for whatever punishment is bestowed upon him; he can't imagine anything more painful or embarrassing than what he's already been through. So, in short response -- let's do this. In longer response, perhaps we add insult to injury before 'this' commences.
...
Link almost feels somewhat bad for this guy, considering the face he's making. But not bad enough to take this seriously. Instead, he shrugs.]
[Link nods, patiently listening as Kazuya lists his crimes. Stealing. Mhm. Who hasn't done a bit of that. He nods, waiting for the rest. And...waits...
[So it's a competition, then. He hears a voice in his ear, ever so briefly -- competing over crimes? Surely that's too childish!
Not that Zelda ever comments on his antics; she takes them at face value more often than not. ...took. Took them at face value. Perhaps that one briefly intrusive thought, the faintly painful reminder of her continued absence, that inspires him to continue this absolute absurdity. His life has already taken a very sudden and bizarre turn; he'd might as well be arguing with a tall noodly stranger over whose crimes are worse, in front of a spooky painting ghost that wants to see them both spanked.]
Stealing is on my list, too. I'll raise you breaking and entering.
everything does, actually. this place, its hierarchy, the gaudy sex of it all. it's especially jarring to see someone so scarred up on janitor duty. (isn't that right hand totally out of place?) is there no mercy left in the world? narita has (so far) been spared blue-collar conscription via flirtation and his general flippancy, but that doesn't mean he won't help out in his own way. or try to.
case in point: on the table sit a pair of abandoned cocktails, a bowl of cherries, and a smaller bowl of chocolate sauce. narita gets as far as picking up both cocktails before the table upends— )
UWA-
( —and he gets a face full of chocolate sauce. a few cherries hook in his hair by their stems; most of them take turns smacking him on their way to the floor. at least the bowls didn't get him. or break.
strange, his luck isn't usually this bad. )
Mr. Janitor... ( now there's really a mess to clean. this is mortifying. should he even move? he doesn't want to. ) Maybe you should look into a career change.
[Sometimes, he really is stupidly lucky in this casino and he's not afraid to show it. Not this time at least, because like hell is he going to stop himself from driving down the halls on his new fancy motorcycle that he won from the slot machine. How many sex toys did he have to deal with? Don't worry about it, what matters is speeding down the lobby and other areas and somehow avoiding collision with anyone nearby. He's good at this, he's had a lot of practice.
Well, mostly he's been practicing down in the garage area, but it still counts. Look, he hasn't hit anyone yet!! ...Although, it probably helps that he isn't going absurdly fast, because he really doesn't actually want to hurt anyone. Maybe he can find a way to test himself in his king suite later.
He eventually slows to a stop near Link, but he doesn't say anything to him yet. He's honestly just looking at his surroundings and not one singular person, just enjoying the moment and the hum of the engine underneath him. He doesn't think to pay specific attention to the stranger yet.
It's not like anything is going to happen to him when he's just chilling like this... who would do such a thing.......]
[ Pietro startles like a cat, jumping from his seat where he was having a relaxing time with a book, but now there's a whole-ass man in his space and he's got his hackles up about it. ]
Geez, does the whole concept of knocking get phased out of your brains when you learn how to do that?
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link | legend of zelda: tears of the kingdom | new character, current player
ii—dirty dice
iii—bathroom traps
iv—gremlin abuses rpg mechanics
wildcard
[link is 21, and is open to partners of any age/gender! info/permissions and kinklist are both pretty much up to date. i'm open to any other prompts as well; please feel free to come at me with a wildcard scenario, or you can catch me on plurk
dirty dice i just couldn't not im so sorry im also sry abt the dice roll????? tadtcjjv
[ It makes sense for him to think that. Hylians have such short necks compared to Zonai.
Well. This seems mostly benign, for a game in a sexy casino. Mineru takes a turn with the dice. 5 and 2. CARESS. ASS.
Hm. ]
Well.
If you'll allow me--
[ She extends her hand. She's not shy or uncomfortable. This is all just... odd. But also fascinating. ]
I'M CRYING
Link wonders how many times he can tell himself as much before he starts believing it to be true. Because he's never actually met Mineru; she was gone in all but spirit long before he was even born. And he is currently in possession of her dead brother's right arm. And now she is being told by a pair of rather forward dice to touch his butt.
...
...
Yeah. No. This is fine. Sure. He-- well, he turns and sort of...stiffly bends over. This is definitely not awkward.]
It's all yours.
[And that line definitely makes it better. Yeah.]
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Instead, she is going to touch the butt.
It starts with a gentle pat. Getting the lay of the land, if you will. Not flabby, but not overly firm. The dice said "caress" and not "pat" though, so she does just that, with little pressure, palm gliding on the fabric of his pants. It's a nice butt, all said. More than enough to cup one cheek in her palm, long fingers grazing the seam of the seat of his pants. Not a bad butt at all. ]
That should satisfy the game's arbiters. [ She pulls back her hand and pushes the face across the table at him. ] I hope that wasn't upsetting. It's hard to read you, sometimes.
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It is kind of her to check, though.]
Thank you. I'm okay, [he says with a decisive nod. He doesn't comment on being difficult to read, though; he knows it's true. It was by design, long ago, and somehow -- he has simply remained that way. That being the case, he takes the dice in hand and rolls them for his own turn. HOLD WAIST doesn't seem so bad, especially after the butt thing, but he casts a questioning glance in her direction nonetheless.]
Is this alright?
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With your left arm, please.
[ The right might currently be Link's arm, but it's still her baby brother's arm.
Having said this, she nods at Link. All good otherwise. ]
iii but its johnathan
[Kazuya says, jerking a thumb at his cohort trapped in bathroom hell. If he's going to take the fall, Kazuya has absolutely zero problems in letting a complete stranger say he's the worst of the bunch.
Except.
John remembers him.
Remembers the sins he'd admitted to last time, even though it was two years ago.]
Not so fast! [John cries.] I remember the weight of your sins...! You'll confess them again, and wager them against this ones! Only then can we see whom beats whom!
[...
Kazuya looks at the guy with him. And makes the worlds most disgusted face.]
oh boy oh boy
...
Link almost feels somewhat bad for this guy, considering the face he's making. But not bad enough to take this seriously. Instead, he shrugs.]
Bring it, sinner.
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Kazuya runs his hand down his face, sighing and shaking his head after.]
Stealing.
[The most minor of his vast and extensive literal crimes... John "tsks".]
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...and waits...
...
...
This pause has gotten quite long, he realizes.]
Is that it?
[Bro, thou canst not be serious.]
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[He does NOT want to be punished for his crimes, thanks!]
We're comparing though, so you gotta one up me, right? That's how this works.
[John is so incredibly unimpressed with both of them right now.]
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Not that Zelda ever comments on his antics; she takes them at face value more often than not. ...took. Took them at face value. Perhaps that one briefly intrusive thought, the faintly painful reminder of her continued absence, that inspires him to continue this absolute absurdity. His life has already taken a very sudden and bizarre turn; he'd might as well be arguing with a tall noodly stranger over whose crimes are worse, in front of a spooky painting ghost that wants to see them both spanked.]
Stealing is on my list, too. I'll raise you breaking and entering.
4 called to me so loudly but 1
everything does, actually. this place, its hierarchy, the gaudy sex of it all. it's especially jarring to see someone so scarred up on janitor duty. (isn't that right hand totally out of place?) is there no mercy left in the world? narita has (so far) been spared blue-collar conscription via flirtation and his general flippancy, but that doesn't mean he won't help out in his own way. or try to.
case in point: on the table sit a pair of abandoned cocktails, a bowl of cherries, and a smaller bowl of chocolate sauce. narita gets as far as picking up both cocktails before the table upends— )
UWA-
( —and he gets a face full of chocolate sauce. a few cherries hook in his hair by their stems; most of them take turns smacking him on their way to the floor. at least the bowls didn't get him. or break.
strange, his luck isn't usually this bad. )
Mr. Janitor... ( now there's really a mess to clean. this is mortifying. should he even move? he doesn't want to. ) Maybe you should look into a career change.
wildcard;
Well, mostly he's been practicing down in the garage area, but it still counts. Look, he hasn't hit anyone yet!! ...Although, it probably helps that he isn't going absurdly fast, because he really doesn't actually want to hurt anyone. Maybe he can find a way to test himself in his king suite later.
He eventually slows to a stop near Link, but he doesn't say anything to him yet. He's honestly just looking at his surroundings and not one singular person, just enjoying the moment and the hum of the engine underneath him. He doesn't think to pay specific attention to the stranger yet.
It's not like anything is going to happen to him when he's just chilling like this... who would do such a thing.......]
iv
[ Pietro startles like a cat, jumping from his seat where he was having a relaxing time with a book, but now there's a whole-ass man in his space and he's got his hackles up about it. ]
Geez, does the whole concept of knocking get phased out of your brains when you learn how to do that?