Fi (
ur_batteries_are_dying) wrote in
towerofanimus2012-03-18 03:39 pm
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Characters: Fi
ur_batteries_are_dying and OPEN
Setting: Room 2-13 and just about everywhere else
Format: Prose or bracket spam, I'll do both
Summary: Fi arrives, wakes up and explores
Warnings: None?
Sleep paralysis was nothing strange for Fi, who had entered into what she thought would be a permanent sleep within the Master Sword. Obviously, within the sword, Fi had no ways of moving or even know what went on outside the sword, how many years had passed or if anyone had been chosen to wield the blade again. So when she felt her body relax, felt a pillow beneath her head and felt a soft bed it was needless to say that the spirit was a bit confused.
Fi floated off the bed and looked around the room, completely devoid of life but for herself. The note caught her attention first and rather than untangle her arms, she used magic to raise the note to read it.
'Your world has been destroyed. I saved you. Let's all be happy here.
"Improbable. The death of Demise would not have let any openings for the land to be destroyed." But there was a small, wriggling doubt in her mind of course. She obviously couldn't know for sure since her consciousness had faded into the Master Sword. She couldn't know.
The trunk at the foot of her bed went largely ignored until she started to float out the door. There was something there. Something she needed. Opening it revealed the blade that her Master had tempered in Din's, Farore's and Nayru's fires, the blade that had finally killed Demise. Carrying it would be pointless but Fi had at least a small command of magic, forcing it to vanish. Gone, for now, but easily summoned. And then out the door she went.
She explored everywhere possible, looking for familiar faces. After all, why save her and not actual living people? Someone from the surface or Skyloft had to be here. Even if it was just one person, like the Knight Academy's headmaster. As large as this tower was, she was sure that once she was on the same floor as someone she knew, she'd be able to sense them.
Setting: Room 2-13 and just about everywhere else
Format: Prose or bracket spam, I'll do both
Summary: Fi arrives, wakes up and explores
Warnings: None?
Sleep paralysis was nothing strange for Fi, who had entered into what she thought would be a permanent sleep within the Master Sword. Obviously, within the sword, Fi had no ways of moving or even know what went on outside the sword, how many years had passed or if anyone had been chosen to wield the blade again. So when she felt her body relax, felt a pillow beneath her head and felt a soft bed it was needless to say that the spirit was a bit confused.
Fi floated off the bed and looked around the room, completely devoid of life but for herself. The note caught her attention first and rather than untangle her arms, she used magic to raise the note to read it.
'Your world has been destroyed. I saved you. Let's all be happy here.
"Improbable. The death of Demise would not have let any openings for the land to be destroyed." But there was a small, wriggling doubt in her mind of course. She obviously couldn't know for sure since her consciousness had faded into the Master Sword. She couldn't know.
The trunk at the foot of her bed went largely ignored until she started to float out the door. There was something there. Something she needed. Opening it revealed the blade that her Master had tempered in Din's, Farore's and Nayru's fires, the blade that had finally killed Demise. Carrying it would be pointless but Fi had at least a small command of magic, forcing it to vanish. Gone, for now, but easily summoned. And then out the door she went.
She explored everywhere possible, looking for familiar faces. After all, why save her and not actual living people? Someone from the surface or Skyloft had to be here. Even if it was just one person, like the Knight Academy's headmaster. As large as this tower was, she was sure that once she was on the same floor as someone she knew, she'd be able to sense them.

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[The sword chose this young woman? Fi was asleep, forever, how could it have chosen her? Unless Hylia had granted her some semblance of awareness to ensure that a worthy bearer picked up the sword when necessary. But she couldn't recall being aware of anything after she said goodbye to Link and before waking here.]
This blade was crafted by Her Grace; the goddess Hylia and I am the spirit that resides within the blade.
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[So she's not going to argue. Fi really does give off the same sense the blade does...]
... But - I am the Hero of Time. I... am supposed to wield this blade.
[She thinks. That's what Rauru said, wasn't it?]
... Do you have a name?
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[She's just... kind of confused about why she's not asleep inside it anymore. To ensure that the knowledge Hylia had given her wasn't lost?]
I am not familiar with that title.
[Beside from thousands of years in the past is tough.]
My designation is Fi.
[Hm... For a moment, she wondered if she could enter this Master Sword as easily as she should be able to enter her own.]
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[... Perhaps this spirit...]
You... may be from the blade's past, Fi. This sword is quite old, after all; I have little doubts about that.
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I am pleased to meet you, Zelda.
There is a 98% possibility that you are correct as there is no way of determining just how long I have slept.
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[The Hero offers Fi a small smile, then; she's not sure, really... but those notes had to be wrong. So who knows? There may be someone here who knows.]
But it may have been a very long time. I don't know of the goddess "Hylia", after all; and one does not simply forget a goddess.
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[Zelda gave off one such false reading, actually. Mostly likely because she's capable of carrying the Master Sword.]
Hylia has been forgotten?
[No no, that simply will not do.]
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Though she may not be completely forgotten; where I come from, the people of Hyrule are known as "Hylians".
[So... not completely gone!]
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[Well, that's better than nothing.]
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[.... Wot.]
Old Ones... ? Golden Power - do you mean the Triforce, perhaps?
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[At least that, of all things, wasn't forgotten.]
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I... had been attempting to protect it.
[But now she remembers - she had failed, hadn't she? Link - the Prince of Thieves - had gotten to it, after she pulled the blade from where it slept...]
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[Because, it doesn't seem that way to Fi. She'd sensed each piece as Master Link collected it. She can certainly sense a piece of it now.]
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I was supposed to prevent great evil from laying its hands on it, and I failed...
[That's what's getting to her. She failed at protecting it.]
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[How do you miss that, after all? Although, Fi has a better sense of these things.]
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[That... came out of nowhere, to be honest; she's the one that a piece of the Triforce has chosen? It's surprising, but at the same time not very...
Her destiny's full of many things that surprise her, after all.]
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[It's terrifying. He's such an evil man.]
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[The mere idea of it.. Ugh. Why would you want him to hold the Triforce, Fi!?]
His heart is filled with evil... our time was short, but even I could sense it.
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... Well; Prince of Evil, perhaps, as he has likened that name for himself...
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[This is... disturbing. That the Chosen Heroes bloodline would turn towards the same path Demise had followed.]
I must request that you inform me of as much as you possibly can regarding him.
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[She doesn't know much, aside from what she has experienced.]
He... is the leader of the Gerudos; a group of thieves. His intentions are nothing but evil, as well... He treats women as pitiable creatures, and has killed many to get to where he is.
And he plans to kill many more as well.
His goal is... his goal is to gain the Triforce, and use it to rule Hyrule. For what purpose, I'm not sure... but it isn't with good in mind.
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This is disturbing. That the Heroes bloodline would have been tainted is something Her Grace never anticipated.
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