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towerofanimus2012-03-05 09:59 pm
great_king_of_evil) wrote in towerofanimus2012-03-05 09:59 pm
[01] || [The Evil King Appears] || [Open]
Characters: Ganondorf and anyone
Setting: Room 2-16 // Dining Hall // Viewing Stations // Everywhere else
Format: Starting with prose, but I’ll match you
Summary: Ganondorf wakes up and goes off to explore the tower. Room 2-16 and Viewing Station will mostly be serious business, but the Dining Hall part is open to more light-hearted content. Everywhere else is your pick.
Warning: None really unless your name is Link. In that case Ganondorf may try to kill you and to steal your Triforce (no worries, he’ll fail to steal it). Albeit lesser, the risk also exists for the people named Zelda.
Here he was, lying on a bed that was not his own, paralyzed, unable to move. Most people would probably be terrorized- waking up prisoner of their own body, as if some invisible forces were restraining them. But to Ganondorf, this feeling was familiar. It was very similar to what he had felt for hundreds of years, when the Gods had sealed him alongside Hyrule- when they had destroyed their own creation to prevent him from ruling over the Kingdom. Did the Gods seal him again? If yes, that was foolish. He had broken out of their seals twice in the past; a third time would be no problem.
But soon he felt life returning to him- his body was responding to his command once again. He grinned and sat down immediately, looking at the room around him. This definitely wasn’t Hyrule’s Castle, let alone his tower. He frowned as he spotted the two letters. He took them and opened the first one-
‘Your world has been destroyed.’
Whoever wrote the letter was either an idiot, or someone longing to have their life ended. Maybe they were both. It wasn’t a secret to anybody that his world had been destroyed, it was even quite obvious.
‘I saved you.’
If the situation wasn’t so unrealistic and unbelievable, he’d see here a hint that whoever wrote this had good taste. At least, they could recognize worthy people. Alas, at this point this was only aggravating. Not to mention, he didn’t need saving. From anyone.
‘Let’s all be happy here.’
“Ridiculous.”
What a worthless piece of trash. With that, he crumpled the paper and threw it away. He then opened the second letter and read it all. What was written in this one was even more unbelievable- even more pathetic. Was it some sort of divine prank? That was all ridiculous. If this was a trick of those damned Goddesses- It would be only half surprising. Nevertheless, he didn’t crumple this paper, and rather put it aside.
He then opened his truck and found his clothes and weapons. It was all he needed to survive really. In the absolute he didn’t even need them, but for convenience’s sake he preferred to have them.
• Room 2-16 (Dormitories)
Now wearing his traditional clothes, Ganondorf took a closer look at the room around him. The walls, the ceiling, everything in the room looked sad at best. Whoever designed this place had no taste in decoration. He would have to remedy to that, if that whole story was true and if he were to remain here, which he seriously doubted at the moment.
Upon closer inspection, he took notice of the three other beds. Were they expecting him to share his vital space with some pathetic people, strangers he’d never seen before? Whoever brought him here was delusional if they thought he would comply with such rules. He approached to see if there were people actually sleeping in those beds. If yes, they’re going to be up for a nice surprise upon awakening.
If not, he’ll just head outside of the room already and look around- Before staring in disbelief at the list of names on the screen.
…
• Dining Hall (1st Floor)
Ganondorf took and ate something tasty for his meal. Needless to say, he puked. So here he was, eating the only food he apparently could digest. He didn’t even need to eat to survive. He was supposed to be immortal. But after leaving his room, he felt compelled to eat. In fact, he hadn’t been that hungry in ages.
…This oatmeal was an atrocity- an affront, a nameless abomination. Where he came from, cooks were killed for less than that. He winced and ate it anyway. He was sitting in a corner and wouldn’t stay long- And the people inhabiting this tower better not bothered him.
• Viewing Stations (5th Floor)
He hadn’t believed it. He had refused to believe it. He read it, people told him- Whatever, it couldn’t be true, none of this made sense. He was pretty sure it wasn’t a dream and he knew for a fact he wasn’t dead, so this all had to be the making of those twisted Goddesses. It had to be a joke, maybe even a punishment for his actions. Some prison he would have escaped from soon enough.
Yet here he was staring at his homeworld, staring at Hyrule’s once green fields. Even under his reign, Hyrule had never looked that bad. With him on the throne, Hyrule had still been green and prosperous, even if every of the resources had been directed to his castle and to the desert. But now the once prosper land was little more than a wasteland. Nothing alive, nothing left. In fact, it was barely recognizable.
He could even see his homeland from here, the Gerudo Desert. If Hyrule was a wasteland, his birthplace was now a wreck. This was the worst thing they could have done to him. The worst. He’d like to deny it, but every fiber of his being told him he was indeed staring at Hyrule, at the Gerudo Desert. It was truly horrifying, even for him.
He stepped away from that damn machine. The Triforce faintly glowed on the back of his hand. He clenched his fists- If this was real, if Hyrule, if his entire homeworld had truly been destroyed... He knew what he had to do. There was only one way to revive this dead world.
He turned and stormed to the exit. Hopefully nobody would cross his path, or they might end up becoming his stress-reliever.
• Everywhere else
Ganondorf was now roaming around the tower. Looking left and right, exploring the floors. He was appearing and disappearing pretty quickly, not spending a lot of time at a specific location and totally ignoring the people he met unless they seemed to hold some importance.
Under normal circumstances, this was a mission he’d have given to one of his minion. But for some reason, he was unable to summon any demons or monsters, even the smallest ones. He wasn’t even sure if he could summon his shadow.
Setting: Room 2-16 // Dining Hall // Viewing Stations // Everywhere else
Format: Starting with prose, but I’ll match you
Summary: Ganondorf wakes up and goes off to explore the tower. Room 2-16 and Viewing Station will mostly be serious business, but the Dining Hall part is open to more light-hearted content. Everywhere else is your pick.
Warning: None really unless your name is Link. In that case Ganondorf may try to kill you and to steal your Triforce (no worries, he’ll fail to steal it). Albeit lesser, the risk also exists for the people named Zelda.
Here he was, lying on a bed that was not his own, paralyzed, unable to move. Most people would probably be terrorized- waking up prisoner of their own body, as if some invisible forces were restraining them. But to Ganondorf, this feeling was familiar. It was very similar to what he had felt for hundreds of years, when the Gods had sealed him alongside Hyrule- when they had destroyed their own creation to prevent him from ruling over the Kingdom. Did the Gods seal him again? If yes, that was foolish. He had broken out of their seals twice in the past; a third time would be no problem.
But soon he felt life returning to him- his body was responding to his command once again. He grinned and sat down immediately, looking at the room around him. This definitely wasn’t Hyrule’s Castle, let alone his tower. He frowned as he spotted the two letters. He took them and opened the first one-
‘Your world has been destroyed.’
Whoever wrote the letter was either an idiot, or someone longing to have their life ended. Maybe they were both. It wasn’t a secret to anybody that his world had been destroyed, it was even quite obvious.
‘I saved you.’
If the situation wasn’t so unrealistic and unbelievable, he’d see here a hint that whoever wrote this had good taste. At least, they could recognize worthy people. Alas, at this point this was only aggravating. Not to mention, he didn’t need saving. From anyone.
‘Let’s all be happy here.’
“Ridiculous.”
What a worthless piece of trash. With that, he crumpled the paper and threw it away. He then opened the second letter and read it all. What was written in this one was even more unbelievable- even more pathetic. Was it some sort of divine prank? That was all ridiculous. If this was a trick of those damned Goddesses- It would be only half surprising. Nevertheless, he didn’t crumple this paper, and rather put it aside.
He then opened his truck and found his clothes and weapons. It was all he needed to survive really. In the absolute he didn’t even need them, but for convenience’s sake he preferred to have them.
• Room 2-16 (Dormitories)
Now wearing his traditional clothes, Ganondorf took a closer look at the room around him. The walls, the ceiling, everything in the room looked sad at best. Whoever designed this place had no taste in decoration. He would have to remedy to that, if that whole story was true and if he were to remain here, which he seriously doubted at the moment.
Upon closer inspection, he took notice of the three other beds. Were they expecting him to share his vital space with some pathetic people, strangers he’d never seen before? Whoever brought him here was delusional if they thought he would comply with such rules. He approached to see if there were people actually sleeping in those beds. If yes, they’re going to be up for a nice surprise upon awakening.
If not, he’ll just head outside of the room already and look around- Before staring in disbelief at the list of names on the screen.
…
• Dining Hall (1st Floor)
Ganondorf took and ate something tasty for his meal. Needless to say, he puked. So here he was, eating the only food he apparently could digest. He didn’t even need to eat to survive. He was supposed to be immortal. But after leaving his room, he felt compelled to eat. In fact, he hadn’t been that hungry in ages.
…This oatmeal was an atrocity- an affront, a nameless abomination. Where he came from, cooks were killed for less than that. He winced and ate it anyway. He was sitting in a corner and wouldn’t stay long- And the people inhabiting this tower better not bothered him.
• Viewing Stations (5th Floor)
He hadn’t believed it. He had refused to believe it. He read it, people told him- Whatever, it couldn’t be true, none of this made sense. He was pretty sure it wasn’t a dream and he knew for a fact he wasn’t dead, so this all had to be the making of those twisted Goddesses. It had to be a joke, maybe even a punishment for his actions. Some prison he would have escaped from soon enough.
Yet here he was staring at his homeworld, staring at Hyrule’s once green fields. Even under his reign, Hyrule had never looked that bad. With him on the throne, Hyrule had still been green and prosperous, even if every of the resources had been directed to his castle and to the desert. But now the once prosper land was little more than a wasteland. Nothing alive, nothing left. In fact, it was barely recognizable.
He could even see his homeland from here, the Gerudo Desert. If Hyrule was a wasteland, his birthplace was now a wreck. This was the worst thing they could have done to him. The worst. He’d like to deny it, but every fiber of his being told him he was indeed staring at Hyrule, at the Gerudo Desert. It was truly horrifying, even for him.
He stepped away from that damn machine. The Triforce faintly glowed on the back of his hand. He clenched his fists- If this was real, if Hyrule, if his entire homeworld had truly been destroyed... He knew what he had to do. There was only one way to revive this dead world.
He turned and stormed to the exit. Hopefully nobody would cross his path, or they might end up becoming his stress-reliever.
• Everywhere else
Ganondorf was now roaming around the tower. Looking left and right, exploring the floors. He was appearing and disappearing pretty quickly, not spending a lot of time at a specific location and totally ignoring the people he met unless they seemed to hold some importance.
Under normal circumstances, this was a mission he’d have given to one of his minion. But for some reason, he was unable to summon any demons or monsters, even the smallest ones. He wasn’t even sure if he could summon his shadow.
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Is it a warning? Maybe.
"It'll help in more ways than one." He lifts his chin. "If you die here, you get brought back somehow. The Tower itself plays games with people's lives. Why should we fight each other when we have a common enemy? We don't know anything about the people who are responsible for keeping us here and toying with us. Doesn't it make more sense to work together to get out than to waste time fighting and killing each other?"
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"You truly are worthy of being called the Hero, boy."
Anyone who faced him in battle and latter come to ask his help is either brave or crazy- and he can tell by the way he speaks that the boy is not crazy. But even so, Ganondorf is just not ready to believe his story, let alone to agree with this damned kid.
"But do not expect me to work with the likes of you." he replies "If what you say is true, your words are wise, I give you that."
Remains to be proved true.
/does tags via email
And then that hope plummets through the ground. His hands clench into fists at his sides, and he looks down.
"What does it matter what my 'like' is?" he frowns. It isn't like he's the one who killed families and tried to destroy the world. He raises his head again. "You'll find out soon enough that I'm right."
Late, I'm sorry >.<
He looks down at Link and gives him- his most deadly glare. That is nearly offensive that the hero would ask this question, would be so blinded by his own fear of the tower, that he wouldn't know better why it mattered to the King of Evil.
"My entire life, I've spent it fighting the Gods and their representatives. My entire life, I've spent it fighting your idea of how things should be. I hate you, what you represent, what you are."
With that, Ganondorf takes a step past Link as if he was about to go out, but stops to say one more word.
"I'll eat your hat the day I accept to work with you."
Link better remembers that.