forum When Worlds Collide(Legend of Zelda RP) || OPEN ||

Started January 12, 2021 by @Cloudy_is_trying_her_best

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sounds good, I'll pick up with ya tommorrow. Gotta get of my school chromebook or i'll seem sus

Alrighty! I'll start working on a response in the meantime :) Goodnight, I think!

(Well, starter not response haha.)

Breaker wasn't sure what he was expecting when he stepped through the strange, swirling portal. The burning slopes of Death Mountain? A Hebra blizzard? A monster ambush? The possibilities were endless, and even he wasn't naive enough to expect everything to be rainbows and butterflies. And yet, once Cal and Weaver were out, he looked around to find that none of these were the case. They were in a flat, open area. Some kind of… plain? There was a thick forest nearby, and a plateau that looked like it might have a few structures on it. If he squinted, he could even see some kind of wall in the distance. "Okay, so… what's the plan?" he asked, facing his companions. Cal crossed his arms.

"If we stay out here, we're vulnerable. We should look for somewhere to set up camp, if not a town," he said. Breaker nodded.

"Alright, any idea where we should look?"

"I would recommend that wall, but I obviously can't clime, due to my feet." Weaver said showing off his webbed feet. "I wish i could just swim above it, but noooo, land has to be weird. And I have to be stuck on the ground. He sat down on the ground and sulked.

"There should be an entrance, and there will either be a fort or a town behind the wall, but it's far enough that we probably won't be able to make it there before night falls," Cal said.

Breaker looked at Weaver and furrowed his brow. "Hey, speaking of your feet, do you need to rest for a little bit? I mean, it's not like you've got shoes to protect them, walking for this long has got to hurt."

(This is assuming he doesn't have some kind of custom boots or something, it didn't look like it in the pic but if I need to edit this then I can!)

(My boy don't have boots :( get weaver books 2021)

"Yes actually, Why do you think I'm sitting down." Weaver said. "And what're we going to do when we get to a town? I'm kinda scaley?"

"We could try and say you're half-Zora?" Breaker joked. He chuckled at his own joke and decided to join Weaver on the ground, sitting with his legs crossed in front of him.

Cal's gaze moved to the plateau. He looked at it for a second before turning back to look at the others. "There's something up there. Buildings. Which means there's probably a way to get up. It's probably our safest bet for finding shelter," he suggested.

"wytrlans may have been born to evolution, but guess what? Half-zora's don't exist." Weaver shook his head. He was getting nowhere. "Can I borrow, some boots and gloves if we make it to town? it'll probably be easy for me to hide my excess scales with my cloak." He pushed his ears in the holes of his cloak.

(Gn! Or probably good morning when you see this, haha)

"…I was joking," Breaker clarified, rubbing the back of his neck awkwardly. "But I think I have some spare gloves you can borrow, yeah."

"They'll be much too big, but there's a pair of boots you can use in my Slate," Cal offered. He retrieved the device in question from his hip and started swiping through it. Three apples materialized in his arms. "While we're stopped, we should eat something. Here," he said, offering one to both of the other heroes.

"Oh, thanks!" Breaker said. He accepted his apple and bit right into it.

Weaver pulled the boots on. “Boots are so Wierd.” He took the apple and started eating it, “Land food is so strange, how do you tolerate this stuff?” He asked mid bite.

Breaker laughed. "Probably not the most comfortable for you, either," he commented on the boots remark. "I guess it's just what we're used to? Wytrlan food would probably taste weird to someone from land, too."

“Yeah, I could kill for a crab meat wrapped in kelp. Not this red circle thing.”

(He knows what an apple is, he just wants to diss it)

"Pfft. Not sure about the kelp, but crab does sound pretty good right about now," Breaker agreed. "Ooh, or cake…" He smiled, remembering all the times that Zelda would meet him and Ganondorf in Castle Town with stolen pastries she'd swiped from the castle kitchens. "Think you can bake, Cal?"

"No, not with a pot," Cal replied. Breaker wasn't sure if he was being blunt as a joke or not, to be honest. "I should have some seafood, though. I don't have kelp, but I can use what I do have to make a crab dish once we set up camp. Once you think you're ready, we can start moving again."

Breaker leaned back on his arms and gave Cal a look. "You're antsy today, huh? What's wrong?"

"Just anxious. I don't like the idea of being out in the open at night, we'd be easy targets for monsters."

Weaver ignored the upcoming argument, and just focused of the thoughts of fish in his head.

Until he realized the sun was setting, “Uh hey guys? It may be later than we thought it was.”

(Good night)

(Good night, and good morning when you read this!)

Both Breaker and Cal's heads turned to the west. "Oh, shit!" the former exclaimed, jumping up.

"We need to move, now. If you're going to have trouble walking, I can carry you," Cal offered. His expression had changed; it looked like he was already in whatever battle he was anticipating. Breaker frowned. He wouldn't say he was intimidated by his ancestor(?), but he wasn't exactly the life of the party when he thought a battle was looming. Regardless, he drew his sword. Best to have that ready, should something go bump in the night,

"Hell no, I'm not being carried." Weaver picked up his sword from the ground. "We start running in three?"

"Sounds good to me," Breaker replied. Cal nodded.

"One, two, three!" he counted off, then the group started on their way towards the plateau.

"Last one there's a rotten egg!" Breaker shouted, racing forward. From the way Cal sighed, he could guess that the other hero was annoyed. Ah, well, they'd deal with that after he won. The teen made sure to keep an eye on his companions, as well. He couldn't be too focused on winning and risk someone getting hurt. He especially made sure to check on Weaver; the kid would argue 'till he was blue in the face that he'd be fine on his own, but Breaker still worried about him. Weaver was a lot younger than he was when he set out to save his friend, and if a couple of enemies got him alone and something were to happen to him, Breaker would never forgive himself.

As they came closer to the plateau, something became visible that they hadn't been able to see. Roads! Dirt paths wound their ways through the plain. Breaker even noticed that one of them seemed to go in the direction of the plateau from before. He slowed his pace down a bit in order to catch his breath and checked back on the others. Cal had once again proven that he had more stamina than Breaker; he was definitely exerting himself, but he didn't appear to be panting as heavily as the younger hero was.

(Tried to make cursed picrews of our boys haha, I like this one but it didn't really have the things I needed. Cal's scar is what bugs me the most tbh :/ order is Weaver, Breaker, Cal)

Weaver caught up with Breaker and Weaver on the path, trying to show how heavily he was panting, he had never run this fast on land before. but monsters in this time period were probably more dangerous due to being on land more.

he tripped over his boots and fell, "FUCK!!" He screamed clutching the side clutching the side of his face staring at the cluster of scales on the ground.