technoanthro

Dane: Ugh, I hate the caps the minish  wear. I mean it's bad enough that we're small and then we wear green and on top of all of that we wear these stupid red pointed caps. Somebody call Santa cause we're ready for the workshop. Link: Hey I love the caps the minish wear! They look alot like mine and it's made by the goddesses. Dane: Yeah and I'm guessing none of them are Vera Wang. Link: Don't talk bad about the goddesses! Dane: I'm not talking bad about the goddesses; I'm talking bad about their choice in head wear. A cooler style of hat is all I'm asking for. Link: You have a cap that grants all of your wishes and you're complaining ab

Part 4 Aliens! Just as Cloud had said, Link quickly adjusted to riding in the Ragnarok deep in the airless depths of space. Much to Clouds' dismay, the blonde hero was now full of questions. "So why aren't we floating? Do you know where the Final Blade is? Have you ever met any aliens? Is the whole ship pressurized? What does this thing run on?..." Cloud pinched Links' lips together and glared at him. "STOP," he ordered as he rubbed at his temple with his free hand. "The ship has artificial gravity; I have some idea of where it may be; no I haven't; yes it is; and I don't know, Cid does, but don't bother him," he answered with a tone of an