Fire is overrated [ OPEN ]

[Kimbley]

As the building next door began to crumble, the dark haired man began to grin. Pale blue eyes opening slowly, a laugh echoing down the empty hall. “I know that sound …” The guard at the door turned to watch the one locked in the cell. “It’s the wonderful sound of a building collapsing.” Lifting his head a bit he met eyes with the guard, strands of hair sliding down his face. “Such a wonderful sound, a true masterpiece!” The guard wasn’t sure how to react, but he just stood there, waiting for it to be over. “By the sounds of it, just next door.” But before his thoughts could expand even further the wall behind him seemed to fall away. It couldn’t possibly have made it this far! His cell wasn’t even on the direct border. Blue … Alchemy?

What happened next wasn’t clear, but one thing was for sure. He went to rub his head, and clonked himself in the face. He was still cuffed. Opening his eyes once more the unfamiliar area stabbed into his mind. Perhaps it wasn’t alchemy after all, nothing he knew could transport a living human. After some awkward motions he managed to stand up. Nothing seemed the same, well compared to the prison at least. People rushed over to him with concern, some backed away seeing the cuffs but others got closer.

‘Hey, hey mister!’

He blinked and turned his head a bit, it was a kid. Huh … nothing weird about that. “Yes?” His voice was smooth and calm, he was keeping everything in check for now.

‘Those are cool tattoo’s, what do they mean?’

A grin spread across his face. “Thanks~ I can show you if you want.” Lowering his hands he held them out. “Just undo those clasps please.” With out a doubt the young boy undid the metal clasps and with a sigh of relief he grinned and rubbed his wrists. “Now a demonstration you wanted?” The boy nodded like a crazy kid over candy. “Alright, let’s get started.” He clapped his palms together, a seemingly normal gesture. But unknown to the boy the array was complete, and it had begun. Taking them apart again he placed them on the boys shoulders. “It’s a big secret, hope you wont tell~” Looking dumbfounded the boy nodded slowly. With a grin he backed away. “Well, hope you enjoy the show.” He turned his back to the boy and began to walk.

“Three.”

‘What did he do? I don’t get it…’

“Two.”

‘I dunno, Do you feel any different?’ His friends had hovered closer.

“Boom.” The sound of his voice was drowned out by screams as the boy became nothing more than flying gore. “Thanks for watching, this has been the Crimson Alchemist. Come again~” He began to laugh as the screams faded from his ears, soon sirens began to follow. “Oh how I’ve missed that sound.” His lips closed to a sly grin and his hands folded together behind his back. No matter where he was, the feeling of making his own personal bomb was so revitalizing, he felt like a new man.

[Hajime Saito]

"Would you please pull back? Just as with Kinmon, I have no reason to fight you."

Looking at the man... No... the demon before him, his head lowered slightly, a glare deep in his eyes. This thing had been the one to give Todo that wound, there was an honour to regain, and demon or not Hajime had every intent on settling this score. He'd held off before, doing so simply because it would cause to much of an interference with what they had been doing prior. Yet now this man was his foe, now this Oni was his target and there was no force on this earth that would save him. He would die, he would die here and now for the sake of honour. "How ironic," he stated, his voice sharp and cutting, the usual rich tones now as cold as the steel he held so firmly. "I have plenty of reason to fight you." That he did, he didn't fight because he had to, no one had to fight, not one soul on this earth had to pick up a blade and defend who they were and what they valued... Yet the strong did. The strong would rise to say enough was enough... And enough was enough.

"Then it can't be helped... Any more fighting is meaningless, we'll simply catch attention if we draw this out."

Tsk, such a naive fool. They'd not even clashed blades and already these so called Oni intended to flee? They were low, nothing but strays. Many would call he himself a dog, a mutt trained to obey its master, yet he did not run with his tail between his legs, he did not bark without ever tearing flesh. These fools were not even dogs, they were vermin. "I won't let you slink away!" And so he charged, pace fast and agile, even quicker though was the rate at which he drew his blade, left hand extended down past the flapping blue haori to grasp his blade and draw it out at an all to alarming rate to swing. He was a true master of the fast draw, perhaps the greatest at the left fast draw. He was so much better than a dog... Yet not more so than his comrades. The were equals, brothers in arms. They had been tied together by blood shed, by lives lost, by tragedies seen. They were the Shinsengumi, and they were better than any Oni. As his blade swung though he seemed to fall through the demon's vanishing form... And then through reality itself.

Things fell away, he was no longer where he had been, no longer was it night. The sudden sunlight blinded him, causing the now bemused man to step back and blink rapidly, only snapping from his startled ways when his hand lowered enough for his blade to tap the floor ever so lightly. Looking around eyes widened, nothing... Was as it should have been, nothing was how it was. Where walls were strange buildings with colorful signs and awning were in place. Where there had been dirt and stone under his feet there was now some strange black thing with lines... Everything was different, and even for one so composed this was... Perhaps slightly startling. Realising the fear and shock in the faces of the people he sheathed his sword, a slight clicking noise issuing out as it settled in next to the second blade the obi sash held to his waist. Not bothering to issue an sort of comment such as 'how strange' for the simple fact it was far to obvious, he simply strode forward, passing people in the strangest clothes he'd ever come to witness.

Something though caught his ears, those battle worn perceptions of his that were always so mellowly waiting, like a coiled snake ready to strike. This strike though was reserved as screams were heard his feet soon took him there, eyes narrowing at the scene, the mild distaste on his face perhaps not suitably showing his utter displeasure. They were not his concern, not these children, yet a part of him felt drawn to protect them. Not doing so would be in a serious failure of all he stood for, and yet perhaps here it was not his place in things. Until he knew where he was such a sudden action could be far to costly, far to grave. He could not afford to make a mistake. No, he had to return, as cruel as it perhaps was to think so. However though, if certainty struck that honour deemed it practical to slay this man... Then so be it. For now composure was his weapon, a calm visage as he followed the man, not looking back. "One should not presume to walk away from such so simply," he stated, still following. If he stopped then so to would Hajime, yet distance would be kept from this demon. "Where is this place?" The first above all else. The loss of such life was a pain to the heart, yet in his time, in the wars and the battles... How many like that had he himself harmed? Hmph, duty before all. His duty was to return. If this strange man could grant him that he would leave, no harm coming.

[Kimbley]

‘One should not presume to walk away from such so simply,’

The former prisoner blinked slightly, some one was speaking to him? How quaint. The comment caused his grin to split open, a faint laugh echoing in his throat. Talking to a man who just blew some one up, good idea? Presumably not.

‘Where is this place?’

He stopped, hands stuffed into his pockets. The grin still plastered over his features, uncombed hair hanging over the sides like black frames. “Who knows.” He shrugged his shoulders before letting them sag down once more. “No place I’ve seen.” He turned around to face the man whom spoke. He had an odd getup, but who was he to judge? He was dressed in boring jailhouse brown. Though the purple hair was a bit different. Even next to his natural black it seemed strange. “The cars are faster and nicer, the buildings bigger. And not a military dog in sight.” He inhaled and let it out with a sharp heh. “I could grow too like it here.” He seemed to be more rambling than talking to the man.

Removing one hand from the pocket he held it out, tilting it slightly, perhaps to show off the tattoo, or to simply make the gesture seem more natural. Either way his sly grin remained as his narrow blue eyes focused. “Zolf J. Kimbley, and you?” Chances were with everything being so different, giving his title would be pointless. And his well deserved ‘nickname’ wasn’t the best thing to share. Even if the odd man didn’t take his hand, he wouldn’t care. Sure he could be a real gentleman at times, but if some one was rude it didn’t exactly break his heart.

Stuffing his hand back into his pocket he glanced around a bit. “Such a boring place …” Even the jail had more happening than this place. The thrill of war, the music of explosions. That’s what this place needed. A small huff escaped his lips, blinking slowly. “Could use some decent artwork to spice it up.” Of course his idea of artwork took a dash of sulphur, a hint of charcoal and some potassium nitrate. In the correct dose he could make a masterpiece with just that. Throw in 70% water, some calcium and muscle tissue and it was perfect. The thought made him grin, imagining the damage he could do.

They locked him up, called him mad, and his reason? He killed them because he could. Nothing more. Just the symphony of screams in the resulting explosions, it was ecstasy. And with the stone located in his stomach could amplify his powers ten fold. All it took was a few muscle constrictions and he could bring it back up, take it and blow up a few buildings. But he was going to let them be for now. They would learn to enjoy his music. Or become part of it.

[Link]

"Hey Link, why can't I be there when the baby comes? Why do we have to wait out here?"

Blue eyes shifted to the young boy, a small smile appearing on Link's face. "It is...well...do you remember when Malo was born?" Colin shook his head. Sigh...of course he didn't remember. Colin hadn't been very old himself at the time. "Childbirth is...well...er...your father did not go over it with you?" Another shake of the head. Another sigh. "Um..." Somebody save me from this awkward situation, please.

"Link! There you are. I thought you would be helping Uli."

"And why would you think that, Ilia? She is not a goat." He stood up and took Ilia's hand, leaning close to her ear as he did so. "Colin is wondering why he is not allowed to be present...please help me explain without causing him irreparable harm."

"But you know how it goes! How hard can it be to explain?"

"It is not the explaining that is the hard part. It is being subtle about it."

"Oh come on Link. He's not the innocent child he was before everything happened. I think he can handle it."

"This does not feel right, though! I feel Rusl should be the one explaining."

"Well, Rusl is with Uli right now, so the task falls on you. You're practically Colin's brother, Link."

"Practically, not actually."

"Hey what are you guys talking about?"

"Nothing Colin! Nothing."

"Doesn't sound like nothing to me."

"Well it is not-"

"Link is trying to get out of explaining to you just how bloody childbirth is. He thinks it would scar you for life, Colin. But it won't, will it?"

"Ilia!"

"WHAT? Does it hurt?! Is Mother going to die? AHHHHH!"

"I TOLD YOU!"

"I thought he was old enough!"

"You did not think at all!"

"MOOOOOOOOOOOTHER!"

"It's a girl!"

Rusl barged into the squabbling group, sweat on his brow and a smile on his face. Upon seeing his father Colin ran to him with tears in his eyes. "Is Mother alright? She didn't die, did she?"

"What would make you think that, Colin?"

"Ilia thought it would be a good idea to be blunt about this event. I tried to be more subtle, but...well."

"Ah, is that so?" Rusl laughed and patted his son on the shoulder. "Your mother is just fine, Colin, albeit tired. How about I take you to see her and your new sister, hmm? Come on, son." He gave the boy a gentle shove and looked back at Ilia and Link. "No harm done, you two, so stop bickering. This is a happy day, after all! Today we welcome another life into our little village!" With that, Rusl followed after his son to be with his wife and daughter.

As soon as the man was gone, Ilia turned around and glared at Link. "Way to blame me for everything! I wouldn't have had to say anything if you weren't so squeamish! Didn't you grow up at all while you were out saving Hyrule?"

"I grew up plenty! That does not change the fact that I am modest!"

"Well stop with the modesty then!"

"Why? So I can emotionally scar children the way you did Colin?"

"Rusl said himself that there's no harm done! Would you have rather Colin not find out until his own wife bears him a child?"

"That is not what I meant and you know it!"

"Well than what DID you mean, Link?"

"I meant you cannot go around telling the children that entering the world is a bloody and painful thing! Not when they are still young! Wait until they are of age, for goodness sake! THAT is what I meant." He let out a frustrated sigh and put his hands on Ilia's shoulders. "Can we stop fighting now, Ilia? Please? Your father would not like this bickering."

"Say it."

"Come again?"

"Say it!"

"Er...'it?'"

"That's not what I meant!"

"I am sorry?"

"That's not it either."

"Ilia, you will need to help me on this."

"You're an idiot!"

The slap to the face came so quickly that Link couldn't have hoped to dodge it. Before the handprint had faded Ilia ran off in angry tears, leaving the young man incredibly confused. "What did I...oh." Why was it so hard to remember those three words, those words that meant so much to Ilia? Once Link had returned, Bo had approached him and insisted that he marry Ilia. He was honored, yes, and he cared for Ilia...but after all that he went through love wasn't as easy. He was distancing himself from others as a means of protecting them, should there be trouble again. He didn't mean for it to hurt, but, well...he needed to work on that bit. He needed to figure out the balance before their wedding.

"What a mess this all is," he murmured as he sat by the water's edge. Suddenly a shadow formed below him. It grew bigger and he could have sworn it was pulling him in. Yes, he was most definitely sinking. "What in the-!" He grabbed at the ground, trying to pull himself out of this weirdass portal, but the force pulling him was too strong. Down, down he went into the hole...

...and suddenly he was falling through the sky.

"AHHHHHHHHHH!"

Had this not been completely unexpected, Link might have pulled out one or both of his clawshots and tried to latch to something so he wouldn't fall. However, this was completely unexpected, and he was falling too fast to have enough time to recover from the shock and stop his descent towards very hard looking ground.

Oh good, he was headed for another person. That was much better than solid ground. If Saito didn't move over, he would momentarily have a blonde in a green tunic landing on him, quite likely bringing him down from the sheer force. If the stranger did move, however, Link's face would have a meeting with the ground. Good thing he had a fairy in one of his bottles.

[Hajime Saito]

“Who knows. No place I’ve seen. The cars are faster and nicer, the buildings bigger. And not a military dog in sight. I could grow too like it here.”

How splendid for him, what a fool. Hajime had no interest in this... Nonsense this man was speaking of, he truly did not. Had he wanted his life story then there was very little doubt he would have asked for it, and yet he could not snap, he could not make such now. Besides which there was no need, no reason. No, right now all he needed to do was obtain the answers, not reprimand some fool for going on some stupid tangent that really just wasn't of use to him. What did this man really hope to achieve through this? Really, whatever it was defied the violet haired man's logic, in this situation, even if you did not wish to return then wouldn't you at least wish to know what had happened? One would presume so, and yet the way he was speaking... He really didn't seem to care at all. Whilst Hajime didn't much care for the other man's mood, he'd seen many people that were worse, it was a simple matter to brush something so small off, especially when the larger picture was so much more important.

“Zolf J. Kimbley, and you?”

That name... it was so strange. Looking at the tattooed hand with a dim look his eyes were cast back up to the fellows face, he knew the gesture of course, but instead of taking the hand he left his own by his sides. He was not here to make friends, that was not something he had any use for at all. Besides which this man didn't exactly seem like the best of people to associate with, yes Hajime wasn't... exactly innocent, but at the same time he'd never killed someone for no reason. There was a lot of blood on his hands, yet he regretted none of it, it was all a necessity in the line of his duty. Yet why had this man killed, hmm? There was no reason. "Hajime Saito." There was no 'it's a pleasure to meet you', instead just that stone cold look. By nature he'd always been the quiet sort, but in a strange event with strange people he simply withdrew further, casting a critical eye over everything. He was a tactician, one of the best within the shinsengumi, it was why he had the rank he did.

“Such a boring place … Could use some decent artwork to spice it up.”

How arrogant of him, to presume to say such things. This place was strange, in its own way it was far from boring to him, though coming from the time period he had there was no surprise to this. To him this world was far from dull, though at the same time it was just as far from being interesting. Yes those strange metal things with wheels were odd to him, never in his damn life had he seen anything like that, nor even heard of their likes... And yet his face was as stony as ever, cold with little acknowledgement to it.

Yet then a yelling caught his ears, causing him to glance off to the sides... Hmmm.. Casting his eyes up though what he found would have been somewhat shocking had he been anyone else, as it stood he simply sighed, giving a slight shake of his head, shaggy hair flicking slightly. Now one would presume he wouldn't much care for having some strangely garbed man flung into him, and so you'd think he'd have moved already. Yet no, he stood, attention suitable divided between the fellow he'd been talking to prior, and the boy now coming towards him at a rate many would find alarming. Of course though he had no intention of been hit, and as the blonde boy came closer he stepped to the side marginally. The real action was however found as he snatched out an arm, grasping the moron's collar before he slammed himself into the ground. Making a 'tsk'ing noise he merely let go shortly afterwards. If the fool had yet to get himself to the point he could stand then he'd fall. Hajime cared little either way.

It had hardly been an act of good will to the stranger, he had no affiliation to him and so had no need to keep himself. No, it was simply that someone with their head split open tended to cause a big fuss, and if that happened finding his so desired answers would be ever harder than things already were. Saying nothing to the child though he looked back to the other, hands slipping into the sleeves of his haori to hold his elbows. "It's easier for all if things remain in their current state of affairs." Somewhere in that there was perhaps a warning... Then again... Perhaps not, who really knew with him? In the end from his aspect he was correct. He needed to return, and if someone was causing trouble this would be all the harder for him.

[Kimbley]

His hand was just extended, not even a thought about it. Ah, what ever. At least the guy was smart enough to know that.

‘ Hajime Saito.’

His hand now back in his pocket, grin still present but not as overpowering. Man this guy was a bore; he could do with some changes, preferably of the chemical variety.

He blinked slightly, eyes lifting slightly. Screaming? Lips curled upward, what a lovely sound. He didn’t need to know something was coming, it was simply enough that it was coming.

And whatever it was, a boy it seemed was now in this Hajime’s hands. Or, he was until his green garbed butt smacked down. Ouch, harsh. But so fitting. He looked down at the blonde, he looked just as strange and the purple haired guy. Hmm, more people as if out of nowhere. How fun.

‘It's easier for all if things remain in their current state of affairs.’

Wow, big words the man of few. “Hey, hey. I’m just a simple Alchemist. I don’t want any trouble.” A simple Alchemist, those two things just didn’t go together. He was the Mad Bomber, the alchemist master of explosions. He knew every equation and could change it on the fly. He could turn human flesh into a ticking time bomb. No there was nothing simple about him.

“Oi, boy who wants to fly, what’s your name?” He nudged the boy with his foot, in case he hadn’t already gotten up. He was still rather rough from being trapped for so long. He looked wild and dirty, but he was somewhat civilized. Despite having blown up a child, details. “Zolf J. Kimbley.” He grinned and offered a hand to either help him up for shake if already standing. Who said thirds the charm? Why not second~

His palms itched, the burning desire to rekindle his former lifestyle. He had the stone, all he needed was to cough it up. But something told him, not yet. Wait a bit longer. It wasn’t like the rarity inside his stomach was leaving. It was still impressive he had the stone of stones, the law breaker, the Philosophers stone itself, on his person. He didn’t care; to him it just furthered his destructive power. The itching subsided, but the desires grew. Would he ever win over his own mind? Probably not.

[Link]

((DO YOU THINK I TOOK LONG ENOUGH.))

Well, today was just full of surprises. He didn't land on top of the stranger, nor did he split his skull on the concrete. Rather, the violet-haired man sidestepped then expertly grabbed the collar of Link's shirt. This sudden stop caused Link to choke momentarily, then continue his fall when the man let him go. His face still met the concrete, but thanks to Saito's intervention the fall was only painful and not fatal. Instead of getting up, the Hylian stayed sprawled out on the ground in a bit of a daze. Not entirely from the fall, but also due to his sudden change in surroundings. Even the ground here was different than what he was used to. Not dirt, not even stone! Though he was still on the ground his blue eyes were wide in astonishment.

"It's easier for all if things remain in their current state of affairs."[/color]

“Hey, hey. I’m just a simple Alchemist. I don’t want any trouble.”

The first man to speak was the one who had saved Link from an untimely death, but the second wasn't one the young man had been aware of until he had spoken. The second man sounded less trustworthy than the first, judging only by tone of voice. He sounded shady. Suddenly Link felt a foot nudging his side, to which he reacted by sitting bolt upright and placing his left hand on the hilt of his sword.

“Oi, boy who wants to fly, what’s your name?... Zolf J. Kimbley.”

"What gave you the idea that I want to fly?" Link asked as he got to his feet and slightly loosened the grip on his sword. Zolf held out his hand, but much like Saito before him Link stared at it suspiciously. What was that mark on it? A crescent moon inside a triangle inside a circle...what did it mean? Was it anything like the Triforce? Link cautiously extended his right hand to take Kimbley's for a gentle shake. "Link." Formalities done with, the young man turned to Saito. "Thank you for catching me. That would not have ended well, had you not."

[Hajime Saito]

“Hey, hey. I’m just a simple Alchemist. I don’t want any trouble.”

It was funny, in life he'd learned that the ones who stated they wanted no trouble were always without fail the ones who caused trouble. From the Oni stating they didn't want a fight, from the soldiers that stated they wanted no trouble. In the end it was the ones who said such words that become not only the most suspicious of characters, but he could be wrong he supposed even if he did very much doubt it. "I see," he drawled, focus never leaving the strange man. Even with so many utterly strange things around him his attention didn't falter, it was perhaps both amusing and strange. "Then I'd expect no further discrepancies." The yelling and screaming now catching attention he gave a mild sigh. It would be easier to simply end whoever this was, no doubt he had something up his sleeve, something Hajime really had no desire at all to explore. In the end it wasn't his duty, whilst yes it was indeed his duty to protect people it was being overridden by a task far more important. A pity really.

“Oi, boy who wants to fly, what’s your name? Zolf J. Kimbley.”
"What gave you the idea that I want to fly? Link."

Without need to say anything for the moment he at long last took the time just to close his eyes and think. What had happened? What and why. He really didn't think Oni could do something like this, it seemed well beyond their capabilities in things. So that meant there was some outside force that had caused it, something stronger than the Oni. It was a mystery to him, but obviously not just something affecting his time. Both people here, along with the scenery, were nothing alike the others. Whatever had been doing this had power enough to alter time and then converge parts of it. Surely that couldn't be good, not just on a personal level, but also on a grand scale. There was obviously something terribly wrong here, something that needed fixing for the safety of many people. Obviously this time was the focal point of it, so the key to return must be here. All he needed to do was find the right people to ask, he doubted these two would actually be all the much use to him. Yet it would be rude to leave, and whilst he was direct he was rarely rude.

"Thank you for catching me. That would not have ended well, had you not."

Opening his eyes once more he looked to the green garbed boy, a brow cocking slightly. "There is no need to thank me." He really wasn't one for taking thanks or praise, he did what he did because he had to or wanted to. Sometimes his actions were thank-able, sometimes they were utterly detestable, but always were they totally necessary. "Though thank you for the notion," with a vague bow of his head he pushed purple bangs from his face. "However, next time you may not be so lucky." This time his voice seemed more firm than the usual deadpan, though it was only a mild change, really nothing to write home about to be frank. "Instead of yelling I suggest you find a way to save yourself." There would not always be someone to save you, sometimes you really did have to save yourself. To do so a clear head was necessary, even if the situation was shocking you'd have to deal with it and access it until you found a solution. Usually there would always be one, if not then you died. A simple theory no?

[Kimbley]

"I see," Boy, this guy was somewhat eerie. So serious and even now he could tell this man considered killing him. "Then I'd expect no further discrepancies." He grinned and bowed slightly. “Of course. " I’ll play nice. For now. The boy shot straight up at the touch of his foot, grasping a sword at his side.

A sword? How amusing. It was likely just iron and carbon, possibly some molybdenum, magnesium or chromium. A simple build, when mixed with the slightly more complex combination of oxygen, carbon, hydrogen and traces of other elements, he would have everything he needed for a fully functioning bomb. Of course he had promised no horse play, what a shame.

“What gave you the idea that I want to fly?” He grinned a bit. “You came from the sky~, what else would you be doing up there.” Of course the boy had come the same way he had, but he had to amuse himself somehow. He grinned a bit as the boy seemed to study his tattoos, did he know anything about Alchemy? But he shook anyways, and his hand slide back to his side. “Link." What an odd name, but then again, what an odd boy. He nodded a bit and smiled. “A pleasure.” Not really, it would be more of a pleasure to blow him to bits.

"Thank you for catching me. That would not have ended well, had you not." He chuckled a bit and slipped his hands into his pockets. “You would have made quite a mess.” That was exactly what had passed through his mind at the time, and he didn’t care that it had slipped out.

"There is no need to thank me." Such a gentleman. Hah, you where just in the right place at the right time. "Though thank you for the notion," Tsk, now they were thanking each other. Such a foolish thing. "However, next time you may not be so lucky." Ooh so he did have a cruel side. "Instead of yelling I suggest you find a way to save yourself." It was quite an empty statement, chances where the boy would not be repeating that.

Turning slightly, his bangs flicking against the faint gust he created. After being in prison, this was quite refreshing. He wanted to stand around and suck in the surroundings, but he turned his palm out again. “You were looking at this earlier, right?” He glanced at the green clad boy. “What’s it mean to you?” He was curious, wondering what importance it held. If any at all.

[Link]

"There is no need to thank me. Though thank you for the notion, however, next time you may not be so lucky. Instead of yelling I suggest you find a way to save yourself."

"Eheheh..." Link smiled nervously and scratched the back of his head in response to the man's comment. To be honest, he hadn't been expecting to plummet to the ground when he was sitting on (what he thought to be) solid ground moments earlier. The hollering was merely his display of utter surprise at his situation. Still, he saw the man's point. Has Saito not been there, our green-garbed hero would now be a far less attractive puddle of goop on the concrete. "...Yes, I will try to be more responsive in such situations from now on."

“You were looking at this earlier, right?”

"Hm?" The young man looked towards Kimbley, noticing that we was not holding out his hand to show off the mark. What was it, exactly?

“What’s it mean to you?”

"Well," he said as he began tugging the glove off his left hand, "I found it intriguing that we both have marks on our hands." His glove now off, he showed Kimbley the Triforce on the back of his hand. "I know not what yours means, but mine is quite a significant symbol where I hail from." He wouldn't bore Kimbley with the details unless the man asked, for there would be details. He couldn't very well explain he was the bearer of the Triforce of Courage without first explaining what the Triforce was, and before that how it came to be, and before that how his whole world was created. Sure, in the games that story only took about five minutes to tell but Link's rendition would surely take much longer. Plenty of er's and um's as he tried to recall the whole thing while simultaneously trying not to sound like an idiot.

((What the hell is this crap. >C))