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.]

[Voice]

[dragmire]

[Well, she's participating. With her powers, it would have been troublesome to try and seek her out on his own.]

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.]

[Voice]

[rideslink.livejournal.com]

Then it is agreed. We will meet then. [It gives her plenty of opportunity to make sure she isn't cornered by this man and his magic should he feel the need to try and use it against her.]

[Voice]

[dragmire]

So be it. I will see you then. [He will end the conversation there and await their meeting.]

[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.

[action]

[dragmire]

[It is not enough that he is still fresh from a mission, but the time spent in the dome has only tired him out further. So when he hears a woman's voice calling for him, he is feeling a bit ragged and not entirely patient. He takes a moment to study the old woman... she reminds him of a Hylian. Pah.]

The manner in which I walk is not your concern, woman.

[action]

[circlesewn.livejournal.com]

[Wynne has more than enough patience to deal with Ganon current lack of. This isn't the first irritable man she's come up against. Though it makes it no less irritating.]

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.

[Voice]

[rideslink.livejournal.com]

[She'll arrive early, hiding within shadows waiting for Ganondorf's arrival at the agreed meeting place. Honestly she is not comfortable with this, but she doesn't see any benefit from avoiding it.]

[Voice]

[dragmire]

[He will arrive soon enough, via the stairs. Fortunately his limp is gone and he is in otherwise decent condition. However he is still wearing the robes. The armor is troublesome for this winter weather. At least until he makes some adjustments.

Now then... where is the imp?]

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[dragmire]

[He may as well be a Qunari for how stubborn (and tall) he is. She may wish only to help, but he has his reasons to keep his injuries to himself.]

I have sufficient strength to reach my destination. I do not require the charity of others.

[action]

[circlesewn.livejournal.com]

[Nonsense, Wynne will make this her business whether you like it or not.

Gently.]

Not charity, then; if you'd like, we can make an exchange.

[Voice]

[rideslink.livejournal.com]

[When Ganondorf arrives she comes forth from the shadows. If Midna is bothered by the cold she does not show it.]

You're very prompt.

[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]

[dragmire]

[She's a stubborn one, isn't she? He crosses his arms, glaring down at her and wondering what it is that makes her so bold.]

Why so eager to help one who is merely a stranger to you? You may very well find you regret the generosity later.

[Voice]

[dragmire]

[That is an impressive ability. The secret of the shadows is a technique he needs to practice more.]

Naturally. It was I who called this meeting, after all. [But he sees little reason to waste time on pleasantries, so he will press on.] No doubt you know why I wish to speak with you.

[dragmire]

[There's a moment before he recognizes her. Aha. The woman from the draft. Her powers had been quite impressive. He will stop to exchange pleasantries, at the very least.]

Good evening to you as well. I do not believe we ever exchanged names.

[temperstempests.livejournal.com]

[They hadn't, had they?]

My apologies; it must have slipped my mind. [She'll incline her head slightly in an acknowledging bow.] My name is Ororo Munroe.

[dragmire]

[No nod, but he answers in turn. Almost regally, really.]

I am Ganondorf. [He glances towards the restaurant momentarily.] The battle did not give us time to properly speak.

[temperstempests.livejournal.com]

Even still, given the chance I would have sought you out afterwards. I believe I owe you my thanks for aiding me in that fight.

[dragmire]

We had a common enemy. It would have been foolish not to work together.

[temperedtempest.livejournal.com]

True. Still, you have my thanks, regardless.

[She notices him glancing at the restaurant.] Ah, I'm sorry - were you about to enter?

[dragmire]

[Oh. Given himself away, hasn't he.]

It was my destination, but I am in no hurry. [Just. A little famished. He hasn't eaten today.] Is it not also yours?

[action]

[circlesewn.livejournal.com]

[It takes more than a couple of snippy remarks to make Wynne recoil.]

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.

[action]

[dragmire]

[Well what a coincidence. Ganondorf has taken pleasure from it.]

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.

[temperedtempest.livejournal.com]

It is. [Stepping back, then!] After you.