Fourth Sin - [Action/Voice]

[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.

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[Voice]

[rideslink.livejournal.com]

[It would be unwise to refuse. With a village as small as this he would eventually find her. So instead of having it boil down to that she will speak to him on her own terms.]

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.]

[action]

[circlesewn.livejournal.com]

[Wynne had not been conscious for long before finding her way through the woods and along the path to town. She was old, but she was not fragile, nor was she new to tramping about in the wilderness. Though, if we're to be completely honest, it wasn't something she enjoyed doing on her own.

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.

[temperedtempest.livejournal.com]

[Well, Seventh Heaven is downstairs of Cloud Nine! Which Ororo has decided to check on, while Ginia is off being a tinychild. She figures someone should make sure it's being maintained at least.]

[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.

[Action]

[ombra_lira]

[Sheik has been haunting the plaza of late after he's closed Azzip for the day, studying the fountain there as if it would offer up some answer to a question bothering him. This time finds him seated on the edge, apparently thinking as he plays his lyre.]

[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.

I need to stop forgetting to tag things.

[dragoneer]

[Hiccup is heading home for the evening when he sees--oh, no. This was bad. This was very, very bad. At least Toothless is back at the house.

He not-so-discreetly dive-rolls behind a nearby building, hoping he'll go unnoticed.]