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[divineness]

Characters: Zelda (SS) and anyone she runs into!
Setting: Dormitories/Floor 25/Floor 22
Format: I'll be starting off with prose, but action is fine. I'm flexible.
Summary: Fresh meat wandering around the tower.
Warnings: Probably Ghirahim. Ghirahim's his own warning, right? There will probably be spoilers for Skyward Sword as well, but other than that, not sure. Will update as needed.



DORMITORIES

This is the first area Zelda finds herself wandering aimlessly through, still in a bit of shock after being ripped oh-so-unceremoniously from her homeworld. The collar on her neck serves as a sharp reminder of what's happened, and no matter how hard she tries, she can't seem to remove it. Stepping through the halls as quietly as possible, the former goddess proceeds with caution-- you may run into her looking wide-eyed and a little lost!


FLOOR 25

This floor surprises her. Zelda wasn't expecting to see an open meadow sprawled out before her when she reached the bottom of the stairs, because she's pretty sure towers don't work like that! Looking even more puzzled than before, she tip-toes her way through the tall grass and flowers, as if expecting a bunch of bokoblins to come stampeding out of nowhere. As much as she enjoys the random fresh air and the warm breeze on her face, it is... probably a good idea to keep moving. Yes.


FLOOR 22

This is where things get even creepier. The floors before it were passed through swiftly and easily enough, but she has to stop and stare at the paintings covering the walls in this room. It's like the artist crawled inside her head and didn't leave before stealing every single one of her fears for inspiration. Images of The Imprisoned, Demise, and Ghirahim staring in different variations of death and destruction wrought upon Skyloft, the Surface... her family and friends... Link.

And the worst part is how real it feels. Almost as if someone had taken a photograph of something that actually occurred, though she knows that is just plain silly! They defeated those monsters and sealed Demise's remains away inside the Master Sword, right?

Right?

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Floor 25

[theherourherocouldbelike]

Link had put on his armor and taken his sword to go train. He still was not good enough at fighting with his remaining arm, so he still needed practice. Being in the Tower for over a month had him prepared for fights at any moment, had him prepared for something to pop up and try to kill him. But he was in no way prepared to see the golden haired girl standing in the flowers in front of him. It was almost as if this were a dream.

He drops his sword and runs across the field towards her, tears in his eyes. How long has it been since he had seen that smile? How long has it been since he had heard her voice? Far too long.

He practically throws himself at her and holds her as close to him as he possibly could.

[divineness]

Zelda, on the other hand, had just seen Link only moments ago. From her perspective it hadn't been very long... but that does not mean she is not glad to see him. Not after waking up in this strange tower, finding that ominous-sounding letter, and discovering the foreboding collar around her neck.

However, the joy she feels is significantly short-lived when she realizes he's... missing an arm? What on Earth happened to you in such a short time?

"... Link? Link! What happened to you? Where are we?"

[theherourherocouldbelike]

He holds on to her for a few moments, just to convince himself that this was in fact real. But he lets go and rubs his eyes, smiling a bit.

"I'm sorry, I am just so relieved to see that you are alright. It's a very long story, though, you may want to sit down."

[divineness]

To say she is confused by his reaction is the understatement of the century. He acts like he hasn't seen her in a quite some time. Which is odd to her, being as how they were just standing atop the Goddess Statue together only moments ago.

He lets go of her, but she keeps one hand on his side, fingers lightly gripping his shirt. Her mouth goes dry when she looks at where his arm should be...

"O... okay... please tell me. What on Earth is going on?"

But she doesn't sit. Not yet. She's a little too anxious to sit still enough for that.

[theherourherocouldbelike]

Right, right. She had just arrived, she was confused. He needed to pay attention to her right now and help her, put his emotions to the side.

"You have been brought to this tower by terrible, terrible people. They bring in people from different worlds, and different times. You had just been talking with me, or had seen me recently before coming here, correct? I have not seen you in over a month, that is how long I have been here."

He places a hand on her shoulder.

"And for my arm... well. Your harp had been placed in one of the floors. The floor has water filled with different types of monsters called 'fish'. When I was swimming out of the water with the harp, a giant fish had gotten a hold of my arm and it had bit it right off."

Floor 22 for maximum creeping

[lordoffabulous]

[ ... You would think they were defeated, wouldn't you? But that thought is sadly mistaken, and proven, when there's a familiar presence that fills the area Zelda is in.

Familiar, indeed.

Ghirahim had entered the gallery floor without a sound, and it isn't until he speaks from behind Zelda, looking over her shoulder, that he truly betrays that terrible feeling as a confirmation that it is, in fact, Ghirahim. And he is alive. ]

Admiring the talented work of our kidnappers, I see! Yes, I am sure you can appreciate the detail they went to. It's rather realistic, don't you think? Though they failed to capture the likenesses of us very well... especially your hero's. It's not nearly dark enough.

[ He loves that look on her face, truly. That horrified, almost scared look at the nightmarish paintings surrounding them. It was wonderful. Truly, he did love this Tower. It kept bringing him all the things he wanted, like some sort of gift. ]

edits forever o3o

[divineness]

[ And just like that, Zelda's greatest fear comes to life. The realistic paintings are bad enough, but she is chilled to the bone when she hears that man speaking over her shoulder. She freezes, but not just because she is spooked-- but because she is utterly and completely dumbfounded.

She thought he was dead. ]

... Ghirahim. [ She says. One name, but one name that brings copious amounts of fear and revulsion with it. How beings as evil as this one-- not to mention his master-- can even exist in this or any world is beyond her. And how he exists here and now is even more confounding, all things considered. ]

OH I'M ALSO GONNA SAY THIS IS. After her thread with SS Link?

[lordoffabulous]

[ The reaction he expected, to be frank. She's still afraid. ... And he loves that fear, though it does so sadden him, to see a once Goddess such a pitiful human girl. He does, at least, pull away from her, but the smirk does not leave his face.

... It's probably worth noting this will be the first time anyone has ever seen him in casual clothing of any sort. A black shirt with a long-sleeved purple one underneath, a pair of black pants with white diamonds sewn down the legs, regular black shoes, white socks... it's a little odd, but it's kind of cold in the Tower right now, and he hates being cold. That won't stop him from wearing all sorts of gaudy bracelets and his earring, though. ]

Is that all you have to say to an old friend, dear girl? I'm hurt.

[ ... He doesn't look hurt. ]

I thought our reunion would be a little more interesting! You'd best be taking good care to watch yourself here, or you'll hurt yourself. I'd hate to see such a precious little girl like you die terribly, after all.

[ No he wouldn't. ]

works for me c:

[divineness]

[ When she turns around to face him, she is a little surprised to see him in such strange clothing. But no matter how casual his appearance is right now, she's tensing up, taking a step back from him and ready to bolt if need be. She possesses some power, but nothing that would help her in a battle against the weapon of the greatest evil their world has ever known. ]

You and I are not friends.

[ She swallows, her mouth feeling like sandpaper. There's no way she could face him alone, but that doesn't mean she's going to waste a single pleasantry on him. He has earned her-- and Hylia's-- ire and then some. ]

I am not afraid-- not of this place, nor you.

floor 25

[knifehands]

[ belarus had been sitting in a field of sunflowers with a fresh lake near by.

she seemed content so far, probably because no one was around her. eating one of fruits that came off a spring tree, could she trust it? she didn't seem to really care, she was hungry and that was that.

when she saw another person coming, she quickly stood up and dropped the fruit ]

[divineness]

[ Zelda hasn't expected to find another person here, much less one seemingly enjoying a casual snack? ]

Oh-- I am sorry-- I didn't mean to interrupt.

[knifehands]

Who are you?

[ she doesn't sound very amused ]

[divineness]

I'm Zelda.

[ And she doesn't look particularly trustful at this point, all things considered. She was just kidnapped. ]

And you?

Floor 22

[great_king_of_evil]

[ With his legendary sense of drama, Ganondorf picks the right moment to appear: when she is staring at a painting featuring Demise. The King of Evil walks slowly, his voice is low and calm- but Zelda may sense an horribly familiar evil, a familiar aura emanating from him. ]

Ever since I set foot in this tower, a question has troubled my mind...

[ He stops walking when he gets close to her, then he briefly glare at her before directing his stare at the painting.. ]

How could a mere boy defeat the Great Demon King, maybe even the source of all evil in ancient times?

[divineness]

[ The familiar aura causes her to freeze in her tracks. It is not so much fear as it is disbelief that has her frozen on the spot, though. Demise was defeated, the remnants of his evil soul sealed inside the Master Sword-- if he was here, his presence would not be nearly as strong.

When the man speaks, his voice chills her to the bone. Imagine her confusion when she turns around and it is not Demise at all. He sounds and feels the same, but-- she can tell that it is not him. A minion of his, perhaps? Or... No. No, that's not quite it. That is not it at all.

Link just told her that there were descendants of theirs here. That all of the Links looked the same, had the same name, and even wore the Hero's trademark green! And there's another Zelda here, who is one of her own descendants. For Hylia's reincarnation, it is not difficult to figure out what is going on here.

Demise said they were cursed. This has to be what he meant. ]

Demise...!

[ Zelda takes a step back to put a little more room between her and this evil man. Though she lost most of the Goddess' power when she was reborn, she is not completely helpless. She knows how to create and maintain a seal, at the very least. ]

Men are not insects. They will not scurry back into the darkness when a torch is lit.

[ She swallows, her mouth suddenly dry. ]

As long as evil continues to underestimate them, it will never win.

[great_king_of_evil]

[ A smiles draws on his lips. So Ghirahim story was true... The Demon King, Hylia, the origin of their battle. Everything was true.

This is the confirmation he had awaited. And considering her knowledge of Demise, the fear he appears to inspire into her- This means she has to be the first Zelda. The one Ghirahim mentioned. This is all perfect. ]

In this life, they call me Ganondorf...

[ He chuckles lightly and stares at the painting of Demise. ]

Yes, at the time period I come from, men had potential... Yet they wasted it. They are stagnant. They avoid confrontation, they flee and beg for higher beings to protect them. They fear what they cannot see, they reject what they do not understand.

[ He turns back to face her. ]

No, men are not as you see them. But, unlike my past self, I learnt from my mistakes, even if the reason the boy could defeat us is a mystery to me. I did learn a few humans stand above, they mustn't be underestimated... Those chosen by the gods and those sharing the blood of the royal family.

[ In short, your descendants. Needless to say they're his high-priority targets ever since he arrived. ]

/combo-breaks the villains on Floor 22

[sageprincess]

[Normally, the Princess of Hyrule passes by this floor without much ceremony. She doesn't need to see grotesque paintings on Hyrule's destruction, of those dear to her dying in horrible ways; this place has given her nightmares that fulfill that quota quite readily.

But today there is something odd that catches her attention as she descends the stairwell. Something... strangely nostalgic. A presence she knows she has never encountered, yet feels like she has all the same.

Pointedly not looking at the paintings, she wanders the gallery floor until she comes across the source of that odd feeling: a girl, one who looks quite a bit like that half-finished figurine a certain Skyloftian hero showed her. The poor girl looks terrified, though, and rightfully so, considering the morbid picture that has her transfixed.

Her voice is gentle when she speaks, almost sympathetic.]

... Come on. This is not someplace one should linger.

[If only for the sake of one's mind.]

aww yee!

[divineness]

[ That voice calls out to her like a beacon, and successfully pulls her out of her nightmarish reverie. There is something very peculiar about this woman that she cannot quite put her finger on. This is someone she has never met before, that much she is almost certain of, but she can't help the nagging feeling that this is someone she has known all along. ]

Ah... mm.

[ Her words finally register. Zelda affords the paintings one last glance before forcing herself to look away-- first at her feet, and then at the other woman across from her. And that nagging feeling will not leave her alone. ]

I'm sorry but... have we met before?

Re: aww yee!

[sageprincess]

[When she is finally afforded a glance, the Princess merely tilts her head, curious. Ah, so the other woman is getting a similar feeling? Yes, she's starting to put the pieces together.]

No, I do not believe we have. At least, not face to face. But I have heard a story or two about you, I believe.

[Then she smiles a bit, apologetic just in case she gets this wrong.]

... Your name is Zelda, is it not?

[divineness]

[ Zelda might be more confused were it not for the fact that Link has already told her so much about this place, including the fact that they exist alongside their descendants here. She had a hunch when she first encountered that familiar aura, but her suspicions were not confirmed until the other woman spoke her name.

She is not a skeptic, but she is having a difficult time parsing all of this new information. Forgive her if she still seems a little uncertain at times. ]

Yes, that is my name. [ And even though she has a feeling she might know the answer... ] But who are you, and how have you heard about me?

Floor 25!

[ocariness]

[ Actually, no Bokoblins are going to get you, Zelda--in fact, you might even spot a somewhat familiar figure wearing green out in the meadow if you look a little harder.

Either way, the haunting melody of an Ocarina winds its way through the meadow.

Link is a bit too preoccupied to notice Zelda, just yet, of course, and thus continues playing. ]

[divineness]

[ The sound of the ocarina catches her attention. Who is out here playing such beautiful music? Zelda feels inexplicably drawn to it, takes a few hesitant steps towards the source, and spots what looks like a familiar figure to her. She'd recognize that green tunic and that blond hair anywhere...

Except it's not Link. There's something off here, but she can't quite put her finger on it. She wants to call out to him, to ask him his name, but she can't bring herself to interrupt him. Instead, she approaches him, and stops once she is only a few feet from him.

Zelda places her hand over her heart, swept away by such a beautiful melody. If only she had her harp, she might consider joining him. ]

[ocariness]

[ Link isn't one to ignore such a presence, but the song deserved to be finished--it was, after all, the one that connected Link the most to the Zelda THEY knew.

Zelda's Lullaby. It was quite important to them. When they ARE done, they turn to look behind them. The presence reminds them quite a bit of... well, their Zelda. And... Sky had shown them that carving, so-- ]

... I apologize, I did not see you.

[ A second passes. ]

Are you the Zelda from Skyloft?

[divineness]

[ The plot thickens! She wasn't expecting this person to recognize her. Considering her Link had already filled her in on the details of the tower and their descendants, it shouldn't have come as much of a shock to her. Suddenly, she realizes why this person is so familiar to her, and why she was so inexplicably drawn to them. ]

Yes. That's me.

[ A pause, looking sheepish beforehand in case she's wrong-- ]

Are you... Link?

dormitories

[childhero]

[Link slept in longer than he intended to. Now, he's wandering through the dormitories, yawning blearily and rubbing an eye as he makes his way to the cafeteria.

... and then he sees a girl who looks strangely familiar.

He finishes rubbing his eye and focuses on her. ... She looks lost. She must be new.

Well. His name wouldn't be Link if he could just walk away from her like this.]

Hello?