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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! ]
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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.]
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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.
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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.]
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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. ]