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 05:33 pm (UTC)Perhaps, but it's a risk I'm willing to take. Believe it or not, I've never taken much pleasure in seeing someone else suffer.
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Date: 2011-11-16 05:37 pm (UTC)You are indeed persistent, old woman. [He closes his eye and untightens his jaw. Perhaps it will be simpler this way. She seems harmless.] Do as you wish, then.
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Date: 2011-11-17 05:23 am (UTC)[Old woman. Really. Can people not see anything beyond her age.
But no matter. Rude behavior or not, the man was still in pain, and that was more important than social niceties. Wynne concentrates and sends a stream of healing magic to him.
It's harder to focus the magic without a proper staff, and Wynne can feel instantly the faded power of her spell, but she does have a talent for the branch; the magic should more or less serve its purpose.]
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Date: 2011-11-17 05:21 pm (UTC)Yet he can still feel the pain of the Sage's Sword in his chest...]
Wynne Very well. Is that all there is to it?
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Date: 2011-11-17 10:35 pm (UTC)You said you didn't wish for charity. You could tell me what this place is, if you're feeling in a helpful mood. Or you can continue on your way; I'll not stop you, should you choose that option.
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Date: 2011-11-17 10:58 pm (UTC)This is a world beyond worlds, separated from our realities in some twisted mockery. We are at the mercy of 'scientists', enclosed in a magical barrier stretching in all directions, indestructible by any powers. The place we reside now is called Luceti.
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Date: 2011-11-19 03:00 am (UTC)...A hard tale to swallow, but I suppose it explains several things about this situation.
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Date: 2011-11-19 06:01 am (UTC)Re: [action]
Date: 2011-11-19 10:19 pm (UTC)I see. So they'd use their captives to fight their own battles. Not an uncommon practice.
Those must have been painful injuries. [She says this with nothing but gentle sympathy.]
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Date: 2011-11-19 11:42 pm (UTC)It's like she's talking to Sten or something.]They are the price of mistakes and failures. They will continue to be so until they are fully healed.
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Date: 2011-11-21 07:18 pm (UTC)Such is the cause of all wounds, though it makes them no less painful to endure. Not all mistakes and failures are bad; to err is only human, after all. The only thing to do is to take to heart the lessons they hold.
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Date: 2011-11-22 06:38 pm (UTC)Of this I am well aware. You need not educate me with simple lessons of wisdom.
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Date: 2011-12-03 03:36 am (UTC)[action]
Date: 2011-12-03 07:20 am (UTC)[action]
Date: 2011-12-06 06:50 am (UTC)But no matter, you mustn't want to waste time talking to me in this sort of weather. I thank you for humoring an old woman, nonetheless.
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Date: 2011-12-06 09:42 pm (UTC)[action]
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Date: 2011-12-11 05:42 pm (UTC)