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Link prepared have nself mentally hoping in the name of the goddesses that he didn't see any art of himself or Zelda. He opened the door and walked in. FoolsErin FoolsErin

It's as bad as Pulse described. Very graphic art on the walls, oh my god. It's very hard to look anywhere but down. Besides all of the art, there's several shelves of leather-bound books, which are etched on the spine with the ship in question the fanfics are about.

"Since Queenie didn't care to listen, I'm going to tell it to you: Since there's not a lot of new people to ship around here, I'm trying to branch out to fandom characters. Currently I'm writing a fan-fic about Link and-" The female voice pauses when she notices who she is speaking to.
 
He does so and reads it

To whomever is reading this,

Ambitious bastard here tried taking my place as the head of the gang, so I gave my knife a place in this throat. Don't fucking try my place of power in the undergrounds of this city, or you'll meet the same damned fate.

-TQ

P.S. If Swift is reading this, I hope he sobs a river of tears over his little bitchy brother.
 
John sighed, straightening up. He walked over and held his right fist up. “You’re Reptile right. I’ve got a few questions, scaly” John said.

"IF I'M GUESSING CORRECTLY, YOU'RE GONNA ASK FOR ME TO ENTRAP THESE BEAUTIFUL SCALED BEINGS AGAIN. THE ANSWER?" He pauses for a second, then launches a punch towards John. "IS NO!!!!"
 
To whomever is reading this,

Ambitious bastard here tried taking my place as the head of the gang, so I gave my knife a place in this throat. Don't fucking try my place of power in the undergrounds of this city, or you'll meet the same damned fate.

-TQ

P.S. If Swift is reading this, I hope he sobs a river of tears over his little bitchy brother.
"Huh, so your name is Swift?, huh, sounds like meta with superspeed, anywho, Maybe there's something I missed here..."
 
"IF I'M GUESSING CORRECTLY, YOU'RE GONNA ASK FOR ME TO ENTRAP THESE BEAUTIFUL SCALED BEINGS AGAIN. THE ANSWER?" He pauses for a second, then launches a punch towards John. "IS NO!!!!"
John caught the fist. He looked at it and looked back at the lizard man. “Personally I don’t care what you do with a bunch of snakes. I do care that you stabbed a guy, but that’s not my question either, you happen to know where I can find a bitch who goes by Trauma Queen” said John.
 
John caught the fist. He looked at it and looked back at the lizard man. “Personally I don’t care what you do with a bunch of snakes. I do care that you stabbed a guy, but that’s not my question either, you happen to know where I can find a bitch who goes by Trauma Queen” said John.

"YES!!! I KNOW WHO SHE IS. AND YES!!! I KNOW WHERE SHE IS! AM I GONNA TELL YOU? NO!!!" He opens his mouth and hurls out a ball of what looks like venom.
 
It's as bad as Pulse described. Very graphic art on the walls, oh my god. It's very hard to look anywhere but down. Besides all of the art, there's several shelves of leather-bound books, which are etched on the spine with the ship in question the fanfics are about.

"Since Queenie didn't care to listen, I'm going to tell it to you: Since there's not a lot of new people to ship around here, I'm trying to branch out to fandom characters. Currently I'm writing a fan-fic about Link and-" The female voice pauses when she notices who she is speaking to.
"Oh goddesses no. Just tell me what I need to know you pervert." He said.
 
"YES!!! I KNOW WHO SHE IS. AND YES!!! I KNOW WHERE SHE IS! AM I GONNA TELL YOU? NO!!!" He opens his mouth and hurls out a ball of what looks like venom.
The venom splattered onto John’s armor and he made a sound of annoyance. “Alright, now I’m pissed off. Talk, ugly” John began squeezing the lizardman’s fist with bone breaking force.
 
"You do realize that you can legally change your name right?" he examines the note trying to see if it gave him any ideas on the location.

"I do. But I don’t dislike my name, actually. Quite lovely, in my opinion. I just find it amusing how he looked at all the human names in the world and just went with Swift.”
 
"Oh goddesses no. Just tell me what I need to know you pervert." He said.

She gives a little squee and says, “Sure! Anything! Just let me get some sketches of your cosplay, please! They’d be a greeeaatt reference for the art I plan to make of this fic later!” Her Cupid-like wings are fluttering in a joyous motion.
 
She gives a little squee and says, “Sure! Anything! Just let me get some sketches of your cosplay, please! They’d be a greeeaatt reference for the art I plan to make of this fic later!” Her Cupid-like wings are fluttering in a joyous motion.
"What's cosplay?" He pulled out a bomb. "No. You will not make sketches of me."
 
"Makes sense I guess.. Underground maybe?" he said to himself

He gave a snort. “Undergrounds of the city isn’t a literal phrase. Refers to alleyways, warehouses, the shady places and people of the city, along with the business run there. Black market, organized crime, nice things.”
 
"What's cosplay?" He pulled out a bomb. "No. You will not make sketches of me."

She giggles again. “Omigosh, you’re so in character! I. Freaking. Love. It.” She flies up with a sketchpad in her hands and starts drawing the hero anyways, despite what he says.
 
He gave a snort. “Undergrounds of the city isn’t a literal phrase. Refers to alleyways, warehouses, the shady places and people of the city, along with the business run there. Black market, organized crime, nice things.”
"I know I'm examining the word, and seeing what way she used it and you told me which way. She could be in a warehouse similar to this one."
 
"I know I'm examining the word, and seeing what way she used it and you told me which way. She could be in a warehouse similar to this one."

“Check to see if the body was dragged or anything. I didn’t personally check because I don’t exactly have any business with the killer. I’m pissed, certainly. But it’s not worth playing games you can’t win.”
 
The venom splattered onto John’s armor and he made a sound of annoyance. “Alright, now I’m pissed off. Talk, ugly” John began squeezing the lizardman’s fist with bone breaking force.

The reptile screeches in pain and tries to smack John in the ear with his other clawed hand. “N-NO!!!”
 
"like a blood trail? to show where the victim was dragged from?"

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“They aren’t dumb enough to do that. I meant filth in his clothes, scratches from a piece of glass in the alleyway. That kind of thing.”
 
She giggles again. “Omigosh, you’re so in character! I. Freaking. Love. It.” She flies up with a sketchpad in her hands and starts drawing the hero anyways, despite what he says.
Suddenly arrow went through the sketch oad but whizzed passed her head. Link was holding the bow. "I'm not pretending to be anything and I just want information."
 
Suddenly arrow went through the sketch oad but whizzed passed her head. Link was holding the bow. "I'm not pretending to be anything and I just want information."

Her face turned serious. “Information doesn’t come for free, honey bun. Let me sketch you as payment for it, or I’ll have to show you what I do for unpaid commissions.”
 

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