Fourth Sin - [Action/Voice]
Nov. 15th, 2011 09:10 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
gerudoking[It has been some time since Ganondorf has been in the village. After accepting a mission on the second, he merely took his leave the next day without communicating his absence to anyone. He made assurances his steed would be able to survive on his own and that was that. So after twelve long days of combat, he is finally back in the village late in the afternoon. Yet however powerful he might be, not even the Triforce would seem to stand up to the Shifters he encountered. Consequently he has returned to the village wounded, ragged, and just a bit on edge.
His injuries make his armor too uncomfortable and have made him concerned it has negatively impacted his speed. So today he goes to the Battle Dome wearing some loose, flowing black robes. Despite having received two Gerudo scimitars as his prize, he leaves all his weapons behind. He will manage to set himself up a simple scenario of a desert landscape, fighting shrouded warriors. Though not identifiable to anyone, he requested the computer model their abilities and combat abilities off some of his potential enemies within Luceti. More than that, he has disabled the ability to use powers. After being placed in this very scenario during his mission, he does not want to risk making himself so vulnerable. He needs to be able to fight without weapons, armor, or magic at his disposal. The way he was once excelled at in his training to become king. Despite all that, he is fighting with very clear injuries. Notably he walks with a painful limp. He lacks healing magic and has too much pride to request someone deal with it for him.
In the late evening, he will be walking with this same limp on his way to the plaza where he aims to request a hot meal from Seventh Heaven, which he intends to take home and eat in privacy. He is not looking for company or conversation, but he will act amicable if approached. As much as he can stand at least.
The next morning, on the 16th sees his very first snow fall, which he soon finds a distaste for. He deems this an appropriate time for a brief voice message to settle some business.]
Midna. I would have words with you. Let us find a place we can speak.
[That should do it. Unfortunately due to not knowing how to stop it recording, the journal will also catch him muttering to himself:] I grow weary of this accursed weather.
His injuries make his armor too uncomfortable and have made him concerned it has negatively impacted his speed. So today he goes to the Battle Dome wearing some loose, flowing black robes. Despite having received two Gerudo scimitars as his prize, he leaves all his weapons behind. He will manage to set himself up a simple scenario of a desert landscape, fighting shrouded warriors. Though not identifiable to anyone, he requested the computer model their abilities and combat abilities off some of his potential enemies within Luceti. More than that, he has disabled the ability to use powers. After being placed in this very scenario during his mission, he does not want to risk making himself so vulnerable. He needs to be able to fight without weapons, armor, or magic at his disposal. The way he was once excelled at in his training to become king. Despite all that, he is fighting with very clear injuries. Notably he walks with a painful limp. He lacks healing magic and has too much pride to request someone deal with it for him.
In the late evening, he will be walking with this same limp on his way to the plaza where he aims to request a hot meal from Seventh Heaven, which he intends to take home and eat in privacy. He is not looking for company or conversation, but he will act amicable if approached. As much as he can stand at least.
The next morning, on the 16th sees his very first snow fall, which he soon finds a distaste for. He deems this an appropriate time for a brief voice message to settle some business.]
Midna. I would have words with you. Let us find a place we can speak.
[That should do it. Unfortunately due to not knowing how to stop it recording, the journal will also catch him muttering to himself:] I grow weary of this accursed weather.
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Date: 2011-11-16 02:39 am (UTC)We'll meet when the sunsets. What place would be acceptable? [If it's not a place she likes she will be determined to change it.]
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Date: 2011-11-16 02:55 am (UTC)Sunset it is. The roof of Building Six. [It's far from the village and it would be difficult to spy on them there. He also believes Midna will find it amicable enough. He assumes her powers would be sufficient for her to easily escape if she wished to do so.]
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Date: 2011-11-16 03:24 am (UTC)The Malnosso don't seem to be entirely heartless, however; they were kind enough to set her Circle robes to the side, though the holes for her wings she had to tear herself. The journal dangled in her hand; voices trapped within the pages, surely the work of some powerful magic, best not to mess with it until she was certain of the consequences.
Ganon is, fortunately or unfortunately, the first person Wynne sees upon her arrival in town. Her healer's eyes pick up that limp at first glance. Wynne is, by nature, a kind and morally upright woman. New to this place or not, and even with that strange sort of disconnect to her magic, she wouldn't ignore an injured man. It's simply not right.
Besides, it's not as though she was helpless. She sets her own bewilderment to the side for now to call out to him.]
It doesn't look as though you always walk like that.
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Date: 2011-11-16 03:30 am (UTC)The manner in which I walk is not your concern, woman.
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Date: 2011-11-16 03:49 am (UTC)Perhaps not, but it will be if you end up collapsed on the road. As well as the concern of anyone else who may see you.
Allow me to offer an alternative before it comes to that.
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Date: 2011-11-16 04:45 am (UTC)I have sufficient strength to reach my destination. I do not require the charity of others.
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Date: 2011-11-16 07:50 am (UTC)Gently.]
Not charity, then; if you'd like, we can make an exchange.
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Date: 2011-11-16 04:04 pm (UTC)[She'll run into Ganon just as she approaches the door to the building. Look, she even has a friendly, polite smile for him!]
Good evening.
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Date: 2011-11-16 04:31 pm (UTC)Good evening to you as well. I do not believe we ever exchanged names.
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Date: 2011-11-16 04:54 pm (UTC)My apologies; it must have slipped my mind. [She'll incline her head slightly in an acknowledging bow.] My name is Ororo Munroe.
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Date: 2011-11-16 05:01 pm (UTC)I am Ganondorf. [He glances towards the restaurant momentarily.] The battle did not give us time to properly speak.
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Date: 2011-11-16 08:01 pm (UTC)[Ganondorf passing by, well, that was something worth noting. The way he walked, more so. Thoughtful, Sheik chose to follow, and fall into step beside the Gerudo.] Such an injury does not suit you.
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Date: 2011-11-16 09:32 pm (UTC)Perhaps not. But such is the price of mistakes.
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Date: 2011-11-17 02:59 am (UTC)He not-so-discreetly dive-rolls behind a nearby building, hoping he'll go unnoticed.]
It's shameful
Date: 2011-11-17 05:17 pm (UTC)But that boy humiliated him on the mountain.]
Your stealth needs work, boy. [Not even bothering to look at Hiccup.]
I know.
Date: 2011-11-17 07:53 pm (UTC)Crap crap crap oh great Odin's beard. He's going to die. He's going to--
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Uhhh-um--uhhh.....s-sorry?
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Date: 2011-11-17 08:51 pm (UTC)[Nothing in his tone suggests that declining is an option.]
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Date: 2011-11-18 08:05 am (UTC)Hiccup pushes himself up with his hands, but it takes a few moments full of buckling knees for him to get upright again.]
Uhhh--o-okay! I'll, just, um--be going now! Yeah. Uh--gotta go...feed the fish! I mean, fish. To. The dragon. You remember? Umm--yeah.
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