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towerofanimus2012-02-07 12:54 am
theherourherocouldbelike) wrote in towerofanimus2012-02-07 12:54 am
Entry tags:
1st dungeon
Characters: OU Link (Skyward Sword) and anyone! The thread with Ghirahim will be taking place after all the other threads and even though he is bleeding badly, he won't die in any other thread.
Setting: In hallways and rooms, doesn't really matter!
Format: I'll follow but I'm not good at tl;dring in prose.
Summary: Link is dying and wondering why nothing is helping.
Warnings: Character death and blood also possible spoilers for Skyward Sword! Tell me in the subject lines if you don't want to be spoiled and I'll do my best!
[Link was breathing very heavily by the time he made it into a hallway. He had been running non-stop while bleeding out the stomach but he wasn't prepared to stop just yet. He wasn't ready to die.
So, he makes his way into a room, someone's dormitory. Your dormitory. He doesn't care who lives there, all that matters is that there is a chair in the corner of your room and he is sitting in it.]
Setting: In hallways and rooms, doesn't really matter!
Format: I'll follow but I'm not good at tl;dring in prose.
Summary: Link is dying and wondering why nothing is helping.
Warnings: Character death and blood also possible spoilers for Skyward Sword! Tell me in the subject lines if you don't want to be spoiled and I'll do my best!
[Link was breathing very heavily by the time he made it into a hallway. He had been running non-stop while bleeding out the stomach but he wasn't prepared to stop just yet. He wasn't ready to die.
So, he makes his way into a room, someone's dormitory. Your dormitory. He doesn't care who lives there, all that matters is that there is a chair in the corner of your room and he is sitting in it.]
[1/GLAM] OBVIOUS SPOILING WARNING GOES HERE..... seriously guys.
After all the stuff Link's done, guess who's been hunting for him? Scouring all over?
If you guessed Ghirahim, you're right! ]
[2/also fabulousness]
At all.
At first, he turned the Tower upside-down searching in a blind sort of angry panic, but time passed and somehow, Link eluded him, whether by sheer dumb luck or by complete coincidence, it doesn't matter. Eventually, however, he runs across the hero on the floor with the glass walls and floor.
Looking decidedly NOT nearly dead.
This was not okay. ]
[3/oh and he's mad]
It isn't long before the gloves are off, literally and metaphorically. ]
[4/5] AGAIN, SPOILERS.
There is no amusement.
There is no laughter, there are no taunting words. Just the silent, overwhelming POWER of a VERY pissed off demonic weapon. ]
[5/5] enjoy your death. C:
Anyone nearby was sealed outside the following floor in a given area by the same yellow diamond-shaped magic Ghirahim was known for.
No one comes in, and no one goes out. And especially NOT Link.
In his hand now the huge blade that he'd summoned during their final encounter, rather than the two rapiers. From Link's back, he would find MULTIPLE daggers floating, suspended, in mid-air. If he even TRIED to move, they would cut him to ribbons.
When he finally speaks, his voice is angry, and full of malice. ]
Link... you ran away from me. Like a coward. I'm disappointed. For that, your punishment will be all the MORE severe.
[ Each word is accented with him getting closer, of course. Slowly. He will ENJOY this, DAMMIT. Link has EARNED this torture. ]
First, I will make you BLEED. I will make you wish you'd died when I'd stirred up that little tornado... and when I'm done that, I will dismember you one limb at a time. Then, after I have done that, I am going to take you to one of the highest floors, but only after I've reveled in your blood. There, I will hang you over a pit so that you slowly bleed to death while begging me to end it--oh, but I won't end it quickly, oh, no--before falling to your deserving, overdue end.
You killed my Master, you insolent brat! Not once, but TWICE... you defied me numerous times when I did nothing but, despite my best judgement, magnanimously spare you time and time again! Your sins will be repaid in ever single drop of your blood and bones I spill and crush, and you will pay for what you have done. I swear it.
[ At... least he's giving you time to think, Link...? But you'd better do something, he is getting kind of close. ]
HNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNG YES GOOD
But he wasn't going to scream. He was going to stand tall, stand brave, and face death head on. He was going to take it like a man and not give Ghirahim the pleasure of hearing his shrill screams or hearing him beg for his life. No, he was ready to die.
He smirks a little. Poor Ghirahim wouldn't have much fun at all if Link could help it.]
I KNOW YOU'RE ENJOYING THIS BUT CONTAIN YOURSELF DEAR
This is decidedly NOT okay. You aren't helping to make this rage subside in the least, are you?
The first little rapier positions itself around his torso. A second does the same. Then a third and a forth until the four of them are in a diamond-like pattern, which then embed themselves in him.
Oh, he hasn't punctured any vital organs... yet. But it probably hurts like a bitch. Enjoy your blood going everywhere. ]
And now, dear Sky Child, we match...
CAN'T BE TAMED
He didn't out rightly scream but he did definitely cry out. And wince. He's never seen so much blood in his life before either, he could feel fear creeping up into his mind. But he wasn't going to give up or give in.
He rips one of the rapiers out of his side (ow), prepared to fight to the death.]
[1/2] HE WILL TAME YOU LIKE A WILD HORSE, LINK BV
He's glad to see you're still capable of feeling pain though, and he has absolutely no problem with making this just a little harder. After all, what fun was there in an unfair fight?
If Demise had taught him anything, it HAD been manners.
And so there is laughter as the broadsword disappears (hardly the weapon to use when it would leave him wide open, really), a snap of his fingers, and he opts instead to conjure two more rapiers, so familiar to Link by now it's second nature that he likely knows Ghirahim's next move. ]
[2/2]
[ There will be more easy openings here, Link. Oh, no. And as he is not just buying time for his spell to finish or distracting Link this time around, the diamond in his chest will be the first thing he'll protect. Naturally.
Before he knew he could weather the blows, he knew, because he could not be killed EASILY. ]
Come to me and I will drag you down to the depths of hell...!
[ Annnnnd guess who's rushing at you now? If you're prepared to fight back, Link boy, you'd better think fast.
He's aiming for your arms FIRST. ]
BU
trigger warning here for dismemberment and super gore!
[ Oh, Link dear, he wasn't joking.
If you thought all the times he jokingly cut you in the other battles were bad, you are not even going to BEGIN to know the pain of having that sword slowly go through bone and out the other end, leaving the arm to separate from his body completely.
The cut is slow and long and agonizing; after all, ripping tendons and tearing through flesh takes a little work! He isn't near done, however, because the moment Link stumbles back, he takes advantage of this to sneer at him as he pulls that sword away, licking the blood off of it.
And now, Link dear, he will using the OTHER sword to cleave a nice little path into your other arm and on the rest of you. The more you bleed, the happier he will be. Or attempting to, at least, making incisions, but not... going in for the other big cut JUST yet. ]
Oh yeah, def trigger warning
He's trying to not but as his arm is slowly ripped off his body, he couldn't help the painful shriek escaping his mouth. He drops to his knees and his other hand starts to move over to his socket but before he could even hold onto it in pain, there was a sword being stabbed between his other arm and his torso, slowly severing each tendon, each vein.
He was scared. He was scared beyond belief and he couldn't hide it. His eyes were wide as his own blood stains the floor underneath him. His ears were ringing as he could only hear his own screams as his other arm was being slowly torn off.
The mere fact that he was letting himself be terrified, scared him.]
This is terrible ha ha oh my god.
He intended to keep it. It satisfies him beyond words, to see the person who had single-handedly ruined far more than a few hundred years of planning, of waiting, of hoping and hoping that things would go RIGHT slowly dying and bleeding and screaming in pain as he literally tears him limb from limb.
He had made a vow that he would give this boy a most painful death, and he had not been kidding. There was no more playing around, no more guilty pleasure of letting himself think Link would've done the smart thing and preserved his life like any animal. No more wondering or testing or seeing what was going on.
Link had had a chance, he had failed. This time, it was LINK who was weak, who could not comprehend the situation that was going on, who was faced with the unstoppable.
He laughs.
And laughs. It's emotional laughter, it's satisfied laughter, and it's... definitely not SANE laughter, because this is hundreds, maybe THOUSANDS of years of pent up frustration and sadness and Link had taken his MASTER away from him, his EVERYTHING, his purpose, he deserved every single cut and bruise and scrape and every scream was validation to him that Link deserved this.
Oh, did he ever. And he continues, until really, he hopes all Link can feel anymore is pain, pure and simple pain. He takes off the other arm and lifts the boy by his hair, hollow white eyes staring at him with malice, fangs bared in a sneering smile. ]
Beg for mercy. Beg for my forgiveness, human... and I might end it a little more quickly.
[ This is not a human; no, it is true now that this is not something that comprehends anything less than causing anything else pain. It is a weapon, plain and simple. It knows nothing else but to kill. ]
I feel. So bad. For Link.
So, he bares his teeth and keeps quiet.]
yeeeeep, but. NO REGRETS. /speeds things up a bit!!!
[ Oh, Link. You make this too saddeningly easy.
Perhaps it was that determination that made him so intent on seeing him suffer all the way through. There is a snap of his fingers, and the two are taken to the eleventh floor. Ironic, really, that such a beautiful, scenic place would be where Link would spend his remaining hours.
But perhaps that was Ghirahim's intent. He admires Link's courage, at least.
By the time the violence, or the majority of it is over (and there has just been a sickening amount of it that almost no human could comprehend), he has done nothing less than, of course, rid Link of all his limbs.
The finality of it, of course, would be the puncturing of the boys lungs as he leaves him suspended by his hair in the open air, to die slowly of drowning in his own blood. Magic will keep you there, Link. Enjoy your slow painful death, because it WILL be just that.
And when it is over with, Ghirahim will be back to further use your poor body as a message to everyone else... ]
NO REGRETS AT ALL
Dammit....
[Hanging there, he bowed his head so Ghirahim couldn't see the few little tears fall out the corner of his eyes. He wasn't crying because he was sad, he was crying because he was angry. He let everyone down.
Whenever one of the knights on Skyloft died, they died with honor. They were mourned for and given funerals. Everyone remembered them as heroes. They all served the island well, fighting off monsters in the night and saving little girls after they've fallen off the edge. They deserved the respect they got. It was a knight's duty to protect until they could not protect anymore.]
[Link? Why, he had done nothing. He couldn't protect Zelda, he could even protect himself. He was no hero, he was hardly a knight.]
Dammit, dammit, dammit!
[Yelling had him coughing pretty hardly, blood spattering out of his mouth and now dripping down his chin. He was pissed, he was sad, he was disappointed. Before he completely lost consciousness, he utters one last thing, just quiet enough that Ghirahim wouldn't be able to hear.]
...I'm sorry...