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[swordcrazy]

Characters: AU Ghirahim and you!
Setting: Room 1-04, cafeteria, cathedral, graveyard, and then a general night prompt
Format: Actionspam, will match comments
Summary: The spirit of a holy sword is not happy about his situation.
Warnings: Standard Ghirahim warnings include being a creep, invading personal space, and unnecessary violence. Others will be added as they come up.

[Room 1-04, dormitory hallways]
[This is not what being sealed is like. Ghirahim knows what being sealed is like, and it does not involve waking up somewhere unknown in a tacky bodysuit.

He had been prepared for being sealed now that his role was done - was not happy about it, he could hardly imagine a fate more boring. But he'd been prepared, and all that was left to do was say his farewells to his master.

This was not the plan. And unusual complications to plans upset him, make him irritable.

Ghirahim doesn't intend to stay long in his room - just long enough to change out of the clothes he was given and into his normal attire. (He doesn't care if anyone is in the room to watch him do this.) Then, after that, he'll be out to explore the rest of the tower.

His priorities are simple: figure out what this place is, figure out if his master is here, see if something can die to let off steam.]

[Cafeteria, Floor 1]
[He takes the elevator, after finding out just how tall this tower is. He'll explore more on the way up, but the exit would of course be near the ground, if there is one.

Someone with a red collar gives him a bowl of oatmeal. It looks utterly bland at best. In fact, after he sits down and prods at it with a spoon before taking a small taste...]

This is disgusting. I won't have a single bite more of this trash.

[It's not actually that bad, but Ghirahim's standards are high. When you don't really need to eat, they tend to be.]

[Cathedral, Floor 13]
[There's no symbols of the goddess here, but it's obviously a place of worship nonetheless. Ghirahim stops his exploration here, if only to search the place.

What for, he's not sure. The goddess is not subtle in her signs. He refuses to do the interpretive dance part of translating messages - but he's always understood them. He may doubt Hylia's wisdom on many subjects, creating him and expecting him to turn out anything other than he was, but not knowing what she wants at all is...]

I wonder, if she isn't here at all, what would that make me?

[Without a hero to guide or a goddess to follow, he'd be without purpose. And it is difficult to imagine for him. So he keeps searching.]

[Graveyard, Floor 48]
[The sighting of his own name on a tombstone is what makes him pause on this floor. How strange. He's clearly alive, and in no need of a grave marker.

He might have overlooked that, but he spots a 'Link' on a nearby headstone. And when he goes to examine that one, he spots another grave with the same name.

Ghirahim searches the entire floor and counts two occasions of his name and ten of his master's. The numbers are what leave him at a loss. No man, not even the chosen hero, has died ten times. He knows that the markers mean something else, but he doesn't know what, and that leaves him profoundly unhappy.

What has happened to his master?

Ghirahim stays on this floor, sitting on a Link's tombstone, until darkness falls.]

[Anywhere, night]
[Night brings with it creatures meaning to kill anyone they sight.

Excellent. He was getting incredibly frustrated with this situation he's in, and there's nothing like bloodshed to cheer him up.

He slays monster after monster with daggers in the throat or his own swordplay. Most of them aren't challenging, and he toys with them before ending the game. It's not as fun when you can't see the fear in their eyes when they know they're outmatched, but it's something to keep him occupied.]

Comments

Graveyard

[notayoungkitten]

[The woman did not come to the graveyard as much as she had in the past. She had long since accepted the fact that her son was not returning, and that Big Boss was likewise long gone.

The only thing that kept her going was the thought that Liquid would live in his own world if they were able to stop Ruana. In her own world, his fate had been sealed.

Coming to pay her respects to the one who was lost forever seemed the least she could do. When she spotted the lone figure, she approached him quietly, looking at the name.]

Someone you knew?

[swordcrazy]

My master. Or, a version of him, if this place operates the way I'm told it does. Too many of these graves are his.

One would be too many. Ten is ridiculous. [He doesn't even know how to process that.]

[notayoungkitten]

[She glances around at the various Links. In her time, she hadn't met any of them, but knew from her time around Ganondorf that he was an ally of Zelda's.

Someone else to distract Ganon worked well for her. Their alliance only went so far.]

People often come and go from this place. It's unfortunate there have been so many of your master.

[The soldier gently lays a hand on one of the headstones. It's not out of reverence, but there's respect just the same.]

These are a reminder of the people who were cast back to their worlds.

[swordcrazy]

Being on a destroyed world would be difficult for him. He is exactly the type of person who would blame himself, despite all evidence to the contrary.

[Ghirahim assumes all Links are alike in their basic natures.]

[notayoungkitten]

It seems that many people have the same reaction.

It's not easy, being alone in a ruined world. If your master ever returns, let us hope for his sake that he doesn't remember his time.

[Even if she doesn't blame herself for the state of the world, it's still maddening. For a hero type to be trapped in there for months at a time, well... she does pity them.]

[swordcrazy]

Is it common to not remember?

[Ghirahim hopes so, certainly, but-] It seems a thing one wouldn't up and forget naturally.

[notayoungkitten]

It seems random if a person remembers or not, though I personally haven't known anyone to return.

I assume it's the nature of this place or the meddling of our captors.

[swordcrazy]

Hm. If it's out of my control, I won't waste the time worrying, it's bad for my complexion. [And a lot of other things.]

[notayoungkitten]

[That gets a brow raise, but nothing more.]

Indeed. There is nothing to be done on our end.

[swordcrazy]

On to other matters.

[He doesn't care enough to ask who she is, but...] I'm told that there was another version of me in this tower before. Have you met him?

[notayoungkitten]

[She shakes her head.]

I'm afraid I haven't. Given this place, it's possible you'd be difficult to recognize to those who knew your other version.

[swordcrazy]

The smaller their influence, the better. I'm not pleased with the reputation they've given me, but I can work with what I'm given, since there's no option.

Hmmph. I hope they rust.

[notayoungkitten]

You're that different from the other you?

[She laughs It's not entirely a pleasant sound, but it's not directed at him.]

It seems we have something in common.

There have been two here who knew me. Neither recognized me. Both told the same tale: that the version of me they knew was a man.

[swordcrazy]

Being a woman, I wouldn't mind. It would hardly make any difference at all. It's the switch of masters that is completely unacceptable, and there's no pity in my heart for them.

[notayoungkitten]

[She makes an audible hmph! at that. Being a woman has been nothing but paint for her entirely life. It would have been much easier being born a man, but that hardly matters in this conversation.]

Then this master of yours is someone they dislike?

[swordcrazy]

Someone they have made every attempt to kill and failed every time. It's pathetic, really.

[Okay, so a Ghirahim did actually kill a Link in the tower, but nobody's told him that yet.]

[notayoungkitten]

[She can't help but relate.]

I've had my own experiences with such things. For decades, a force has been trying to kill my mentor. But they haven't succeeded yet.

[swordcrazy]

Unless you count the destroyed worlds as kiling them, but really, that seems like the definition of 'overkill', doesn't it?

[It's almost funny.]

[notayoungkitten]

[She smirks.]

I suppose so. But that is why I am restoring my world. I won't let Ruana take that victory away from me.

[swordcrazy]

I suspect you'll need far more good luck than I could wish you.

[notayoungkitten]

Perhaps so. The same goes for you.

[swordcrazy]

[It's true. He's going to need a good deal of luck, but he doesn't like to admit it.]

I believe I've kept my master company for long enough. Do let me know how everything goes if we run into each other again.

[With a snap of his fingers, and a flash of diamonds, Ghirahim is gone.

That conversation definitely didn't end so he didn't have to thank her.]