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towerofanimus2012-02-06 01:12 am
lordoffabulous) wrote in towerofanimus2012-02-06 01:12 am
[o1] ✦ Laughing off everything ✧
Characters: Ghirahim (lordoffabulous) and his roomies at room 1-02, or whoever else!
Setting: 1: Room 1-02, 2 wandering the halls and floors; exploring! Also, this is post the present event, just to give a little timeline.
Format: Baby I can go any way you can go, but action spam is generally faster~
Summary: Ghirahim wakes up in the Tower. He is not a happy Demon Lord, not at all. He then proceeds to go exploring, hoping to learn a bit more about his surroundings.
Warnings: ... Ghirahim. Sparkles. Glam. Fabulous. In all seriousness, MAJOR spoilersprobably IN THE FIRST THREAD for Skyward Sword!
[1 - Room 1-02]
[ The sleep paralysis hadn't frightened him. Truthfully, NOTHING frightened Ghirahim; he was rather a bit of a madman in his own right, and to be frightened by something that he had been attempting to achieve in the first place, albeit in a sort of different way, would make his position to his Master rather... unnecessary.
Speaking of his Master? He was furious. How dare that Sky Child stand in his way, time and time again? He SHOULD have killed him. ... But truthfully, he had failed on that front, as a servant and as his Master's second in command. Because... he didn't kill Link yet.
Frustrating. Aggravating. So many other words. But he'd deal, for now.
So when he awoke, the first thing he did was read the letter, crumple it up, and laugh. If his roommates were awake or there to see it, they would notice Ghirahim begin digging through his trunk, continuing to laugh quietly. He wasn't bothered by the suit, to be honest.
He's definitely one of the stranger looking types with that haircut, one pointed ear and the one round one... but if you thought that was odd, you haven't seen much yet. Anyone with any sort of extra senses will be able to feel he isn't human in the least; far, far from it. But one can't QUITE pin what they might feel, it's between something... demonic, but not quite. ]
[2 - Exploring and teleporting about the Tower ]
[ After he'd had some time to clean up, it was time to figure this place out. (Read: put on his make up, change his clothes--though he didn't find the suit terribly irritating, he DID like his usual one more--and then proceed to, of course, brush his hair. Lipstick, eyeliner, the whole nine yards.) Somehow, he felt tired, but that was fine. It was a new day. He would ascertain his surroundings before making any decisions on how to punish whoever was foolish enough to 'save' him.
Wherever this was, he set off from the dorms, quietly exploring the other floors. By foot?
Oh, of course not! Not if he could help it, anyway. Once he's gotten his bearings, you may be surprised to find a man teleporting (looking just like this, clothes to how he appears in front of you with magic) in front of you in the rooms where teleportation inside them, but not outside, is possible.
In fact, he seems to be looking to have a bit of a... conversation. ]
You, there. Indulge me for a moment, won't you? These collars. HOW do you get them off? I realize they went to the trouble of matching my outfit, which I can certainly appreciate, but it's... constricting.
[ ooc: please specify a floor and 1 or 2 in the title! ♥ Also, again, please tell me if spoilers bother you and I will try to keep away from them! ]
lordoffabulous) and his roomies at room 1-02, or whoever else!Setting: 1: Room 1-02, 2 wandering the halls and floors; exploring! Also, this is post the present event, just to give a little timeline.
Format: Baby I can go any way you can go, but action spam is generally faster~
Summary: Ghirahim wakes up in the Tower. He is not a happy Demon Lord, not at all. He then proceeds to go exploring, hoping to learn a bit more about his surroundings.
Warnings: ... Ghirahim. Sparkles. Glam. Fabulous. In all seriousness, MAJOR spoilers
[1 - Room 1-02]
[ The sleep paralysis hadn't frightened him. Truthfully, NOTHING frightened Ghirahim; he was rather a bit of a madman in his own right, and to be frightened by something that he had been attempting to achieve in the first place, albeit in a sort of different way, would make his position to his Master rather... unnecessary.
Speaking of his Master? He was furious. How dare that Sky Child stand in his way, time and time again? He SHOULD have killed him. ... But truthfully, he had failed on that front, as a servant and as his Master's second in command. Because... he didn't kill Link yet.
Frustrating. Aggravating. So many other words. But he'd deal, for now.
So when he awoke, the first thing he did was read the letter, crumple it up, and laugh. If his roommates were awake or there to see it, they would notice Ghirahim begin digging through his trunk, continuing to laugh quietly. He wasn't bothered by the suit, to be honest.
He's definitely one of the stranger looking types with that haircut, one pointed ear and the one round one... but if you thought that was odd, you haven't seen much yet. Anyone with any sort of extra senses will be able to feel he isn't human in the least; far, far from it. But one can't QUITE pin what they might feel, it's between something... demonic, but not quite. ]
[2 - Exploring and teleporting about the Tower ]
[ After he'd had some time to clean up, it was time to figure this place out. (Read: put on his make up, change his clothes--though he didn't find the suit terribly irritating, he DID like his usual one more--and then proceed to, of course, brush his hair. Lipstick, eyeliner, the whole nine yards.) Somehow, he felt tired, but that was fine. It was a new day. He would ascertain his surroundings before making any decisions on how to punish whoever was foolish enough to 'save' him.
Wherever this was, he set off from the dorms, quietly exploring the other floors. By foot?
Oh, of course not! Not if he could help it, anyway. Once he's gotten his bearings, you may be surprised to find a man teleporting (looking just like this, clothes to how he appears in front of you with magic) in front of you in the rooms where teleportation inside them, but not outside, is possible.
In fact, he seems to be looking to have a bit of a... conversation. ]
You, there. Indulge me for a moment, won't you? These collars. HOW do you get them off? I realize they went to the trouble of matching my outfit, which I can certainly appreciate, but it's... constricting.
[ ooc: please specify a floor and 1 or 2 in the title! ♥ Also, again, please tell me if spoilers bother you and I will try to keep away from them! ]
2 - Floor 4
I-I don't know. I don't think we can.
[She hasn't been able to get hers off (and not for lack of trying either), and by this point it's started to chafe a lot.]
awww Xion it's okay, I promise he won't murder you. Probably.
Humans had to be behind it, was all he could figure, which was slightly more infuriating. ]
How irritating. I certainly do not remember the time when humans were allowed to treat ME in such a way... the nerve, putting some sort of collar on me like a dog, sticking me in a room with two humans...
[ BLARGH. He hates you all so much. Disgusting, inferior! He'd apologize, Xion, but he doesn't care. You're getting the short end of his small rant right now. ]
... Of course, the sickening, inferior creatures that they are, I suppose they're not entirely at fault, but I don't like things that chafe. Especially if it leaves a mark on my skin!
Heh. That would be bad. Less than two weeks in and already dead once.
She frowns a little though. Is the collar all he's really worried about, what with being taken from his home and stuck here? Except she's not sure how to ask that. There is one thing she can ask, though.]
What's wrong with humans...?
[Never mind that she would question her status as one, being a Replica among Nobodies.]
he doesn't murder on the first date |D
Link. Link is everything that is possibly right and WRONG with humans ugh. ]
The problem with humans is that they are undignified and horrible at NOT dying; I've yet to meet one who, aside from a very irritating sky child, didn't either flee like a stray herd animal or selfishly make someone ELSE fight their battles for them.
[ Truthfully though? He's spent more time killing humans than, uh, talking to them, oops.
... PAUSE. Deep. Breaths. Turning around now, okay. He's being quite rude. Compose yourself, compose yourself... ]
But I suppose I'm getting ahead of myself. I really have NOT being having a good week, this stress is awful for me, do you understand? And then I find myself here, with THIS abomination on my neck. I admit it leads me to... rash feelings, which tend to end poorly for everyone involved.
Guess that means the second is free game?
I don't think not dying is a bad thing...
None of us want these things on, or to be here. [She makes a halfhearted tug at her own collar] We don't know how to get them off, or go home. I'm sorry. [She can't help you.]
Only if he REALLY likes you. P:
[ Sigh. You aren't of any help, Xion, but no, it is rather easy to tell this is NOT a good guy. In fact, he's nearly classic textbook Villain. ]
I suppose it can't be helped, I'll have to find some sort of fix around it in the meantime. It's hard to work with an accessory that isn't even tailored to your wardrobe, but I can make do.