06-03-2018, 04:57 PM
A couple of days had passed since Link entered Camelot. He’d spent a good while exploring, taking in the sights and such. He’d visited a number of villages along the way, nobody had tried to capture and interrogate him, all in all a successful trip, thus far at least. This morning, however, Link left the village he was staying a little earlier than usual. He was headed for Minas Tirith, off in the distance.
The path to the Capital was bustling, strangely. All manner of people were making their way to the Capital as well. No doubt something was going on, which was more than enough to pique the Hylian’s interest.
“Hey, Link..?” The boy’s fairy companion piped up, having emerged from within his tunic, “What d’you think’s going on, huh?”
“You know as much as I do, Navi,” Link muttered, glancing around at the others that followed the road to the Capital, “Should be interesting, what with this many people going.”
“Could be dangerous, though,” Navi spoke again, this time with a faint undertone of concern, “Best be ready for when we get there, right?”
“You worry too much,” Link chuckled and rolled his eyes, amusedly, “Things around here seem different, can’t you tell?”
Navi huffed and set about fluttering in between the travellers and caravans, chiming and squeaking greetings to those that pay her any heed. Link let out another coy chuckle as some that were a little more hesitant to have a fairy fluttering around their heads swatted her away.
A little way ahead, just outside of the Capital and on the side of the road, a large tent had been set up. Many of the travellers ignored this and continued on into the city itself. Link and his companion, however, made their way over to the tent, curiosity having gotten the better of them. As they approached, one of the Syntech employees made their way over toward the duo. A young female, dressed in the Syntech uniform. She practically bounced her way over, beaming a smile.
“Welcome to Syntech Dante’s Abyss 18 Registration!” She called out in an overly bubbly tone, arms outstretched to the side, “We have forms and everything you need inside, if you want to sign up!”
Link’s features contorted into a bemused grimace, “Dante’s Abyss?” He spoke, eyeing the tent and it’s inhabitants momentarily.
“It’s a contest of power!” The woman blurted out, followed quickly by a chuckle, “You’ve never heard of it before? Are you new here, then?”
Link merely shrugged in reply, a contest of power seemed interesting, regardless. “Anything I need to know, before signing up?” The Hylian asked, to Navi’s dismay. The Fairy fluttered incessantly around the young Hero, wrought with despair. The Syntech employee ushered Link inside quickly, showing him directly into the registration booth. Another Syntech employee sat behind the desk, somewhat less. .eccentric than his female counterpart.
“Name?” He asked, abruptly.
“Link.” The Hylian replied.
“Full name?” The man grunted.
“That’s.. It. Just Link.” The employee looked up from his form, muttering quietly.
“Right. Sure it is. Occupation?”
Link considered the question for a moment, “Uh, Hero?”
“Are you asking me, or telling me?” The man grumbled.
“Uh.. telling?” Link grimaced, “Sorry, telling.”
The man behind the desk snorted wryly, continuing to write down the Hylian’s answers, “Right. Prime or Secondary?”
“Prime.”
“Residence?”
“I.. don’t have one. Wanderer, I guess.” Link spoke quickly. The man snorted a laugh, “A Prime without a base, as you say, kid.” Link shuffled, awkwardly under the employee’s gaze.
“Are you aware that Syntech is in no way responsible for both physical and mental harm this competition may or may not cause?” The employee asked, nonchalant, to which Link nodded quickly in reply.
“Gonna need verbal confirmation, kid.” Link sighed, “Yes, I’m aware.”
“Are you aware that destruction of Syntech property or assaulting staff and or other participants within the facility is prohibited and results in disqualification?”
“Sure.”
“Alright, next we’ll need to take your vitals. It’s quick and painless” The employee explained, all the while gesturing for a chair just away from the desk, “Sit.”
Link did as instructed, he took a seat and waited patiently while the employee cleaned a few patches of Link’s skin with an alcohol wipe. He then pulled a few small white dots from a tray beside the tray, proceeded to remove the paper from the sticky backing of them. The man cleaned a few patches of Link’s skin with an alcohol wipe before applying the diodes to the Hylian’s temple, jaw, neck, forearm and wrist. A few moments passed and the machine connected to the diodes beeped, signalling Link was all clear.
“All done. All that’s left is the promotional material,” The desk jockey spoke, “Good luck.” He snorted derisively before handing the Hylian over to the third and final Syntech employee.
The third employee, a tech by the looks of it, greeted Link with a smile and nod. “So, we’ll get to recording some promotional material. Nothing to worry about, it’ll just be streamed on the Dataverse and some other places. Consider it your way to get noticed and pull in some traction and supporters.”
“Uh, alright, so how does this work?” Link questioned the tech, his bemused grimace returning quickly at the jargon.
“So, step up in front of this green screen. If you get stuck I’ll give you some tips and direction, just say something cool, give that fancy sword of yours a swing and we’ll go from there. Or, if you don’t feel comfortable, give us a nice battle stance, something action-y.” The tech nodded affirmatively, gesturing for Link to step up to the screen as she raised the camera, ready to film.
The Hylian nodded and stepped in front of the screen and drew his shield and Master Sword. The Tech gave him a thumbs up and a red light began to blink on the camera. Link then dropped into a defensive stance, shield raised and sword held outstretched behind him. He thrust forwards, first with the shield and then with the sword, quickly followed by a horizontal slash. Link then held his sword outstretched to the side for a brief moment before spinning a couple of times, his sword glowing a bright blue, letting out a loud “HYAH!” as he did so.
“That’s good! Real nice!” The Tech called out, beaming a smile and showing Link another thumbs up, “You’re all signed up. All that’s left now is to send you off to the staging ground. All you gotta do is stand on the pad in the room behind that door,” The tech gestured towards the door a few feet away from the green screen, “And you’ll be teleported directly there. So, good luck, kid and have fun!”
“Thanks, I think,” Link spoke as he took a few steps towards the teleporter room, “Root for me, huh?” The Hylian grinned cheerfully as he stepped into the teleporter room and onto the pad.
The path to the Capital was bustling, strangely. All manner of people were making their way to the Capital as well. No doubt something was going on, which was more than enough to pique the Hylian’s interest.
“Hey, Link..?” The boy’s fairy companion piped up, having emerged from within his tunic, “What d’you think’s going on, huh?”
“You know as much as I do, Navi,” Link muttered, glancing around at the others that followed the road to the Capital, “Should be interesting, what with this many people going.”
“Could be dangerous, though,” Navi spoke again, this time with a faint undertone of concern, “Best be ready for when we get there, right?”
“You worry too much,” Link chuckled and rolled his eyes, amusedly, “Things around here seem different, can’t you tell?”
Navi huffed and set about fluttering in between the travellers and caravans, chiming and squeaking greetings to those that pay her any heed. Link let out another coy chuckle as some that were a little more hesitant to have a fairy fluttering around their heads swatted her away.
***
A little way ahead, just outside of the Capital and on the side of the road, a large tent had been set up. Many of the travellers ignored this and continued on into the city itself. Link and his companion, however, made their way over to the tent, curiosity having gotten the better of them. As they approached, one of the Syntech employees made their way over toward the duo. A young female, dressed in the Syntech uniform. She practically bounced her way over, beaming a smile.
“Welcome to Syntech Dante’s Abyss 18 Registration!” She called out in an overly bubbly tone, arms outstretched to the side, “We have forms and everything you need inside, if you want to sign up!”
Link’s features contorted into a bemused grimace, “Dante’s Abyss?” He spoke, eyeing the tent and it’s inhabitants momentarily.
“It’s a contest of power!” The woman blurted out, followed quickly by a chuckle, “You’ve never heard of it before? Are you new here, then?”
Link merely shrugged in reply, a contest of power seemed interesting, regardless. “Anything I need to know, before signing up?” The Hylian asked, to Navi’s dismay. The Fairy fluttered incessantly around the young Hero, wrought with despair. The Syntech employee ushered Link inside quickly, showing him directly into the registration booth. Another Syntech employee sat behind the desk, somewhat less. .eccentric than his female counterpart.
“Name?” He asked, abruptly.
“Link.” The Hylian replied.
“Full name?” The man grunted.
“That’s.. It. Just Link.” The employee looked up from his form, muttering quietly.
“Right. Sure it is. Occupation?”
Link considered the question for a moment, “Uh, Hero?”
“Are you asking me, or telling me?” The man grumbled.
“Uh.. telling?” Link grimaced, “Sorry, telling.”
The man behind the desk snorted wryly, continuing to write down the Hylian’s answers, “Right. Prime or Secondary?”
“Prime.”
“Residence?”
“I.. don’t have one. Wanderer, I guess.” Link spoke quickly. The man snorted a laugh, “A Prime without a base, as you say, kid.” Link shuffled, awkwardly under the employee’s gaze.
“Are you aware that Syntech is in no way responsible for both physical and mental harm this competition may or may not cause?” The employee asked, nonchalant, to which Link nodded quickly in reply.
“Gonna need verbal confirmation, kid.” Link sighed, “Yes, I’m aware.”
“Are you aware that destruction of Syntech property or assaulting staff and or other participants within the facility is prohibited and results in disqualification?”
“Sure.”
“Alright, next we’ll need to take your vitals. It’s quick and painless” The employee explained, all the while gesturing for a chair just away from the desk, “Sit.”
Link did as instructed, he took a seat and waited patiently while the employee cleaned a few patches of Link’s skin with an alcohol wipe. He then pulled a few small white dots from a tray beside the tray, proceeded to remove the paper from the sticky backing of them. The man cleaned a few patches of Link’s skin with an alcohol wipe before applying the diodes to the Hylian’s temple, jaw, neck, forearm and wrist. A few moments passed and the machine connected to the diodes beeped, signalling Link was all clear.
“All done. All that’s left is the promotional material,” The desk jockey spoke, “Good luck.” He snorted derisively before handing the Hylian over to the third and final Syntech employee.
The third employee, a tech by the looks of it, greeted Link with a smile and nod. “So, we’ll get to recording some promotional material. Nothing to worry about, it’ll just be streamed on the Dataverse and some other places. Consider it your way to get noticed and pull in some traction and supporters.”
“Uh, alright, so how does this work?” Link questioned the tech, his bemused grimace returning quickly at the jargon.
“So, step up in front of this green screen. If you get stuck I’ll give you some tips and direction, just say something cool, give that fancy sword of yours a swing and we’ll go from there. Or, if you don’t feel comfortable, give us a nice battle stance, something action-y.” The tech nodded affirmatively, gesturing for Link to step up to the screen as she raised the camera, ready to film.
The Hylian nodded and stepped in front of the screen and drew his shield and Master Sword. The Tech gave him a thumbs up and a red light began to blink on the camera. Link then dropped into a defensive stance, shield raised and sword held outstretched behind him. He thrust forwards, first with the shield and then with the sword, quickly followed by a horizontal slash. Link then held his sword outstretched to the side for a brief moment before spinning a couple of times, his sword glowing a bright blue, letting out a loud “HYAH!” as he did so.
“That’s good! Real nice!” The Tech called out, beaming a smile and showing Link another thumbs up, “You’re all signed up. All that’s left now is to send you off to the staging ground. All you gotta do is stand on the pad in the room behind that door,” The tech gestured towards the door a few feet away from the green screen, “And you’ll be teleported directly there. So, good luck, kid and have fun!”
“Thanks, I think,” Link spoke as he took a few steps towards the teleporter room, “Root for me, huh?” The Hylian grinned cheerfully as he stepped into the teleporter room and onto the pad.
Quote:Camelot > preshow