Day Three

[Blink]

Blink regretted leaving the lighthouse pretty quickly. She had a great deal there, when she thought back on it. It was secluded, for the most part. Had several rooms, places to sit, actual beds and an awesome view. The downside was that it was such a big target, but she was starting to feel like that wasn't as big of a deal as she made it to be. As she trudged through some mud and underneath some low-hanging branches, she was grumbling on about how she had made a rash decision. She hadn't even paused to eat a meal there at the lighthouse. She appeared there, kicked some guy out of the building, and then promptly decided to leave without weighing the pros or the cons. Within the span of an hour, she had been given perfect shelter and then returned back to the wilderness.

At first, she blamed it on the hunger, but that could be because it was the most pressing issue she had at the moment. She was currently looking for a place to settle in underneath some trees so she could eat her last MRE. Eventually she decided it was the game. This whole Dante's Abyss tournament had started out as just something to pass the time. She had joined only because she had nowhere else to go or do. But now it consumed her. It went from a passing hobby into a life goal. So when the idea of safety and survival was put next to comfort, she had immediately gone for survival. This game had just become that important to her.

She finally found a spot to sit down, just off the path she had been walking near. She was hidden behind some bushes, far enough way that nobody would suspect she was hidden amongst the bushes. She set her duffel bag in front of her and pulled her last MRE out. It was Stroganoff. She opened the plastic covering and calmly began to nibble on it, using her hands. It wasn't terrible. She remembered briefly eating her first one with Violet, talking about the game and what was in store for her. She could have never predicted that the lavender-haired fighter would die so quickly after that, and Blink would left alone for the majority of her time. She tensed a bit as she thought about it. It wasn't anyone's fault, but she was still mad.

Blink's green eyes raised up as she heard footsteps. She looked behind her, noting there was definitely a person trudging slowly through the brush. Whoever it was had taken her strategy of following the road but keeping off of it. The danger zones had created a path going straight north to south and east to west, forcing everyone to use those directions to travel. She quickly set her plate down and and stood up, squinting her eyes to try and see this intruder better.

The smart thing to do was to lay low and continue eating her meal. But the smart thing to do also led her to leave the safety of the lighthouse. She was over being smart. Sitting there in the corner of the woods and hiding wasn't going to get her anywhere near the top of the leaderboard. She was in the top twenty - but that wasn't good enough for her. She had to start eliminating people when she had the chance.

She teleported her way closer to the shadow she was tracking. She blinked in and out of space, appearing closer every time, until she was right behind the figure. She was pressed against the three, peeking her purple-topped cranium out so she could peek.

Her emerald pupils sparkled a bit as she realized who she was stalking. He was tall, as green as the cloak she was wearing, and looking just as hurt as he was when she left him. She quickly teleported and appeared right in front of him, a smile on her face.

"Ganondorf," she said, pleased to have found him again. There wasn't a lot of people on the island she would have been relieved to run into, but this was the person that wasn't going to just kill her on sight.

He stopped, surprised, and immediately looked defensive. He paused a moment, as if trying to process who she was, and then nodded. He straightened back up, seeming to agree with her assessment of the situation. "I didn't think I would see you again," he admitted. "Looks like you survive, still."

"I'm stubborn like that," she declared. "I'm glad I found you. I'm also glad you haven't keeled over, yet, old man."

The green Prime didn't seem to appreciate her description of him, judging by his frown. Then again, he seemed to constantly frown, so it was hard to really tell. "I guess I'm stubborn like that as well," he said to her. At first, it seemed completely serious, but the slightest smirk appeared on his face to show a hint of sarcasm. She smiled back at him, warmly.

She told him to quickly wait while she went to get her things. She teleported a few times to get through to the little hiding spot she had found and knelt to re-pack her bag. She had been almost finished with her meal and went ahead and scarfed down what was left so it wasn't wasted. She was eager to return to Ganondorf- it was a lot better feeling knowing she had someone watching her back.

She looked over at where he was standing, arms crossed, waiting for her. She didn't completely trust him, but she still felt a bit of comfort and security knowing he was with her. He could have easily killed her the first time they met. He could have probably gotten her this time too, if he tried. In this game of death and violence, she had been lucky enough to find a couple people that was willing to work with her, as opposed to killing on sight.

It was a sad thought that closest thing to friendship she had found in the Omniverse was a couple people that weren't going to kill her on sight. But it was good enough for Claire. For now, at least.