Hero Gluttonia

For one who lives off of making small wordless gestures, Link wasn’t so keen on catching what the Detektive was asking for. He was more intrigued with the odd device they had pulled out. Hyrule had plenty of strange pieces of ancient technology to dig up—but he’d never seen a thing like that before.

Ezlo, however, was a wiser bird and (somewhat) less distracted by shiny things. “Princess Zelda,” he clarified. “Sheesh, you must’ve been hiding under some rock if you haven’t heard of what happened yet!”

At this, Link snapped out of his hypnosis, breaking his gaze away from the fascinating contraption. Away from the Detektive. He bit down on his lip, hard, to cover the pain of recent memories even if the deepening pout may have showed his true feelings. He could say he’s ‘saving Zelda’ jovially over and over again—but he could never say from what without breaking the facade.

Sensing his partner’s dismay, Ezlo stiffened and added quickly, “We’re in a hurry, you see. Now if you don’t mind, we’ll be on our way. Good-bye, detective.”

“Wait, Gluttonia has no...”

They looked up only to find that his hat was already trying to hurry him long.

“They were not loitering! They were trespassing and utilizing my connections in an unlawful manner to commit crimes I have yet to ascertain the scope of.”

“It has come to my attention that a number of my means of communication were COMPROMISED in my absence! It is unclear by what means it was accomplished, but the perpetrator has been REMOVED from their means of speaking for me, and security has been heightened.

ANY MESSAGES SUPPOSEDLY SENT FROM ME BETWEEN YESTERDAY AND TODAY ARE UNTRUE.

The perpetrator is still at large, and any information regarding their identity should be sent directly to Detektive Rye Katcher! It is important to ensure that such an incident DOES NOT HAPPEN AGAIN. I take this moment to personally APOLOGIZE to those affected by this breach of security.

“…Ranger. Right. Well, my name is Theo.”

She hesitated. It wasn’t that she was scared, no not at all…she was merely…concerned about the stability of the ladder. Swallowing thickly, she grabbed on to the ladder and began climbing up.

Once on the landing she brushed some dirt off of her pants, then turned to look at them. “Are you ‘omeschooled like I am? That why you ain’t at school right now?”

“Trespassin’? What for?” she asked, before grunting as she let go of the boxes. After cracking her knuckles, she crossed her arms and took a moment to look the stranger over.

…Oh, right, the stranger. “Who are you, anyway? I ain’t never seen you ‘round ‘ere before.” Grey eyes scan their features. Theo saw that they might’ve been as lonely as she was. Or maybe not. She couldn’t tell for sure. They were a mystery to her.

“I gotta get up on the roof!” they explained as they hoisted their legs up onto the landing. “Show that I can and stuff. You want up too?”

@enter-detektive (x)

Jessie was feeling adventurous today. She had the time between classes and a bit of extra money to spend, so she took the fifteen minute walk to the burger place around down the street to buy herself lunch. She didn’t feel like waiting around there, so she sipped on her milkshake as she walked. A few minutes into her walk back, she spotted a kid, couldn’t be more than 12, leaning up against a brick wall. She— 

Oh, there it was, she accidentally made eye contact with them. She’s gotta do something now, or it’ll be awkward. She smiled at them instinctively, but then seemed to remember the time. It wasn’t far past one, was it? Shouldn’t they have school? She could just leave it at the smile and move on, but she was in a good mood today, and curious. 

“The middle school have a minimum day or something today?” 

99 bottles of beer on the wall~ 99 bottles of beer~ If one of those bottles should happen to fall~ Then 98 bottles of beer on—huh?

The question rattled them out of their stupor. That’s the problem with waiting; nobody minds their business.

“Oh, uh. Not today, nah.” I mean, probably not. After a half second’s pause, they added, “Yeah, you got marked absent!”

With hesitation, she stepped forward once again. Theo did as she was told and held the boxes steady. Fragile and weak-looking as she was, she had a surprisingly large amount of strength, and so was more competent for the task asked of her.

“What are you even doing?” she asked, trying to get a good view from where she was situated. “Nuffink bad, I ‘ope?”

“Thanks.” They took advantage of their newfound balance to stand up a little straight. Reach higher. Stretch their fingers just far enough until... “There!”

Needless to say the voice alarmed her. Promptly, she took a few quick steps back and gave a sheepish look, her fingers keeping each other occupied. Her eyes shifted to look upwards.

“Uhm—p-perhaps I should leave, then,” she stammered, yet stayed for a little while more out of pure concern; she was convinced that that kid was going to fall. 

“No, wait, just—hold on!” The box stack wobbled between them. The clung to the sealed fruit box at the top with white knuckles. 

“Look, just--just get up here and hold this steady, okay?” Their voice shook something fearful. “I need to get up to that ladder.”

A vagrant youth waits against an aging brick wall. . .

You’d think they’d be at school right now. It’s one in the afternoon in the middle of October, after all, but you suppose there are always exceptions. You watch as they fiddle around with a silvery tool—a swiss army knife—between their fingers before shoving it back in their pants pocket. They look out and over at an electronic billboard before noticing your presence.