[o1] ✦ Laughing off everything ✧

[lordoffabulous]

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 spoilers probably 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! ]

Comments

2 -- somewhere by a terminal!!

[guiltapalooza]

[Willow had been idly browsing through the network posts, trying to come up with something to say, herself-- really, she was getting kind of bored lately. She couldn't work on her ring for Eridan all the time, especially since she was so bad at it. And she still needed to find a gem to put in it, too. Maybe she could change the color of a piece of rose quartz that she already had to be a deeper red...

Distracted with thoughts like this, she lets out an eep and jerks in place when Ghirahim teleports in. And then she... proceeds to stare at him and what he says.]

Um. I don't think we can get them off, and I'm a little scared to try with magic. I'm guessing that you're... new?

[And very fabulous, apparently.]

[lordoffabulous]

[ He sighs dramatically. ]

I've tried that, repeatedly. They've done something to it... unthinkable, someone cancelling my magic. I'm going to see to it that the people responsible for this travesty are swiftly killed.


[ His life is SO HARD... anyway. ]

Something like that. I seem to keep running into you humans left and right... it is VERY hard to find good help these days, but I'm hardly surprised. I hope you happen to at least be semi-competent, because my patience is rather thin at this point. Especially when I cannot get out of this place.

[ It's VERY irritating. ]

[guiltapalooza]

Swiftly killed? Aren't you being a little hasty?

We don't know anything about them. Just calm down; we're all in the same boat, even us semi-competent humans.

[lordoffabulous]

[ Head... tilt. Willow, you are funny. Your ideas are funny. ]

Hasty? Of course not. All my decisions are made perfectly consciously, unless I'm extremely angry, which I will admit, as irritating as this is, is nowhere near to making me make mistakes such as that.

[ He just holds his arms up in a sort of "so what?" gesture. ]

Honestly, it would be quite laughable for me allow whoever took us to live, my dear girl. It's rather a slight on my reputation for them to take me like this.

[guiltapalooza]

To allow them to live? You listen here, buster, because whatever kind of big bad you are in your world, you're in new territory now.

[She's narrowing her eyes at him, fairly confident she's gotten his measure and correctly identified him as a villain.]

Whoever did this, they did to all of us, and we don't know why. Your reputation will just have to take the hit, because as it stands we need information-- we need answers-- way more than we need to go off killing people right and left.

[lordoffabulous]

Now, I never said I would kill them before I got what I wanted, did I? I only said I'd kill them quickly. It doesn't matter whose "territory" it may be.

[ He is definitely a villain, of the oddest caliber. But don't mistake him for his appearance alone or his talk--he can bring the game he says he can as much as anyone. ]

Truthfully, I don't really care at this point what you think you need, Ginger, because frankly, it has nothing to do with me. You humans can panic and die as much as you like, or you can live if you're actually competent at it, unlike the ones that I've met. Whichever, really; I don't care. Just don't get in my way, and we won't have a problem. Simple enough, don't you think?

[guiltapalooza]

[Frankly the ones that seem least like villains are the ones that end up being the most dangerous in her world, so Willow is definitely on her guard here, tensing.]

I'm not out to pick a fight with anyone, [she says more cautiously,] but I'll get in your way if I have to. Just keep your homicidal tendencies to yourself while you're here, and there won't be any problem at all.

People come back to life when they're killed here, anyway, so it won't do you any good.

[lordoffabulous]

[ Bringing his arms down in a dramatic gesture of mockery.]

I'm shaking... yes, you have CERTAINLY put the fear of the Goddess in me...

[ Then, he is quiet for a moment before laughing it off. He's joking, of course, and he casually flips a gloved hand through his hair a bit before settling with his hands on his hips, looking down at her. ]

Of course, I'm kidding~!

Honestly, I'm being rather agreeable, you know, just putting up with your kind. Downright magnanimous, even! You've caught me in a rather... off-putting position, and I have no reason to humor you. And yet here I am, still giving you my time of day. Truthfully, I'm quite fond of someone with a little spunk... but you should know your place. But I'm afraid I can't do that.

[ He isn't moving on this subject, Willow. Try all you like, though, go ahead. He's a real creep. ]

... Do you understand? I don't care what humans value. It isn't of importance to a demon such as myself how many decide to get in my way, really; in the end, that's just more blood to clean off my blade. You see, what I'm saying is... I don't take orders from twigs and guard dogs, and especially not bossy little redheads such as yourself, however much spice you might have.

[guiltapalooza]

[Willow's just flatly unimpressed. He's so much like every other grandiose, overly self-important demon she's come up against.]

Sorry, but if you think a special red font and calling me a spicy twig is going to make me intimidated, you're all kinds of wrong, [she says, snarky. Buffy is totally meta enough of a series to comment on the red font. Willow folds her arms and cocks her hip, unconcerned. She's ready to throw up a barrier spell if need be. There's no call to be simpering toward this guy.]

You're the one who I don't need to give the time of day to. You're not half as scary as Glory was... and honestly, she had better clothes than you, too.

[Willow was being truthful on all counts, but really she wanted to see if he was as sensitive about fashion as she assumed he was going to be.]

[lordoffabulous]

[ Stop breaking the 4th wall, Willow, it's fragile enough as-is with the Tablestopstuck kids.

Sorry Willow, he can't hear you over all these fucks he is busy giving. Oh, wait. None are being given. ]

Ahhh, you are a strange girl... tell me, are you soft in the head, or do you lack basic survival instinct? Perhaps your bearer dropped you? I DO find it curious that the child and you seem to be so content with your courage, though. ... How refreshing. Unintelligent, but refreshing.

[ Oh guuuuuuurl you did not just insult his clothing. HE KNOWS YOU DID NOT--actually nah he's not really burned. It's hard to anger him like that. ]

Though I can't say that I agree with you, of course; humans have never had much an eye for anything like that. And that aside, it would hardly be fair judgement if I was unaware of their clothing, don't you think? Really, this clothing is fortunate... Though my time has been... a little freed up. Perhaps I shall look into coordinating something else...

[guiltapalooza]

[ She does what she wants!! ]

I'm not soft in the head! [she snaps, finally losing her patience. She doesn't want to get into a fight, but Willow's never been good at withstanding insults. Either they make her upset, or they make her mad. His are making her mad. Her intelligence was one of the few things she was really certain of in herself.] I've just fought people with more cajones than you! [That's totally how that word is used, right...]

Glory wasn't human, she was a hell goddess. Her name is short for Glorificus. She was impenetrable, almost impossible to hurt, but I still managed it. And my friend sent her home packing. [Of course, Buffy had died to do that, but Willow's not about to bring that up. It's a bad memory even if he weren't an asshole.]

I've spent seven years fighting demons on the mouth of hell. It's not courage not to be afraid of you, it's just another Tuesday. I can't run screaming from everyone and I can't let people get hurt. That's all there is to it.

[Because she really isn't brave, and she can't believe that she is.]

[lordoffabulous]

No, I would like to guess that you rather are, my dear.

[ So unfazed. ]

Ah, another Goddess, was it? How quaint. Tell me, did she bleed anything... interesting? Did you get a look, or a taste? The last time I've seen anything close to that level of beauty... ahhh, she sacrificed it. Saddening, truly.

[ No, he's not asking this to be creepy. He is genuinely interested, wtf. ]

It's a shame, really, but the only interesting blood I've gotten to taste has been Link's. ... Yes, and to think that we've lost so much opportunity! But that's fine. He's here, and I will find him again. One can only run for so long before they either pass out or need to recover.

[guiltapalooza]

You really do think you're hot stuff, don't you? You'll have to go without answers on this one, because I don't owe you anything. [She's scowling, in fact, and yeah it's petty but Willow isn't interested in cooperating with him.]

So you're from Link's world. Why are you obsessed with him?

[This is sounding more and more like Link is the Buffy of his world, complete with villains fixated on getting the better of him. She doesn't even know if this is the right Link, but she's not sure he'll make that distinction while he's here, and at least one of them is her friend. So Willow puts aside her deep, roiling anger at his implications in order to get more information on it.]

[lordoffabulous]

[ A sad sigh. ]

So uncooperative.

[ But oh well. Though when she asks about Link, something lights up in those brown eyes. Not quite FLUSTERED, more... well. How else can one put it but searing hatred of a stragely fascinated caliber?

Ahhhh, so... upset. He's upset, yes--but it doesn't show. ... Yet. ]

... And why not? He's... interesting. I do not think anyone else has quite managed to thoroughly incite my ire quite as much as he has.

Let me put it this way: I owe him a nice, long, agonizing death. Though I will be the first to admit I... have been a little too soft with the boy, given how much he interests me. Such a guilty pleasure...

Except... he's here. I found him. He got away.

[ But now he's mad and oh god there is RAGE--jesus what is happening to the room that ENERGY, the colors changing, the twitching of his fingers... it's quite clear that this bodes poorly. It feels like, if he really lost it, the whole room might collapse in on itself just from the sheer FORCE of the magic outburst. ] HE GOT AWAY FROM ME. Instead of just accepting his death and having courage like usual, for once in his life, he does what's expected of him when he shouldn't...! Do you know how that made me feel? Sick to my stomach! Furious! Betrayed! Disgustingly outraged!

[ As he says this, he throws his arms out, swings them back, and disappears into those weird little diamonds only to reappear nearby.

Breathing. Anger. Under control. ... Okay. In, out. In, out. COMPOSED... ]

... He isn't as kind a boy as you want to think, I'm sure... he took everything from me.

[guiltapalooza]

[She tenses at his outburst, fingers twitching to throw up a barrier if need be, and backs up a wary step.

I don't need to know anything about him to know that I'd rather have him pet sitting my cat than you. You just don't get it, do you? You're like all the rest of them.

[Willow doesn't clarify what she means by that, because in her mind he doesn't need to know what she's talking about. He is like all the rest of them. The list of crimes that the people and demons she'd faced had committed was too long to recount. Willow would get lost in it, just thinking about it; in trying to find some order, some way to pretend that what had happened in any of it was sane, was something you could just talk about like it could be made okay.

Like it wasn't all things she could never, ever burn out of her mind. Buffy taking a swan dive off the tower, Tara's cold body, the piles of her classmates who had died in graduation-- down to Angelus killing her pet fish just to make the point that he could get into her room whenever he wanted.

Willow didn't need to say anything to this guy. She could tell what his measure was, and she wanted out.]

[lordoffabulous]

[ Willow why are you so cruel to him. SO CRUEL. Airy hand wave. ]

Such a cruel girl! You may regret your choices in the end, my dear. I'd be careful what enemies you make.

[ And with that? He is gone, in the same flash of diamonds as he appeared in. ]