[o3] ✦ Ego downsizing. ✧

[lordoffabulous]

Characters: Ghirahim (lordoffabulous) and his roomies; then whoever else finds him.
Setting: Dormitory Room 1-02 (early morning) -> the workshop floor (floor 15; early afternoon), all post-labyrinth shenanigans
Format: Starting in action, which'll be faster, but feel free to use prose. (I'll be a bit slower.)
Summary: Nightmares suck, and Ghirahim isn't the flawless untouchable demon he wishes he was. Worrying about the only thing he cares about abandoning him ensues, and maybe some sobbing into his knitting sewing to occupy his mind.
Warnings: Skyward Sword megaspoilers? AND GHIRAHIM IS HIS OWN WARNING APPARENTLY? Even when he's sad.

[Room 1-02 (locked to roommates) ]

[ His sleep had been far from sound, and it probably wasn't hard to tell he'd been an idiot, sponsoring Ganondorf left and right. But he didn't care, in the end, for Ganondorf was all he had. His Master. That fragment he was so afraid of losing. And for a moment when he'd lost, anyone who saw him at the Terminal at the time might have seen a very upset display at the King of Evil's death.

He then proceeded to do nothing but try to sleep for the next two days. It hurt him badly to see his Master lose, but that was nothing in comparison to the nightmares that had begun to plague him along with first the halving then complete loss of his powers on top of everything else, from the start. If that wasn't bad enough, he had to also deal with that idiot Reno and getting to said sponsoring before him.

He couldn't do a thing, really. Every time he dozed off, it was to the same sort of dreams. They all had a theme of him being useless, abandoned, alone. And because of him, his Master had lost again, or died, or found a better weapon.

What good was a sword if it couldn't protect its owner?

This time the dream is especially vivid, and he has been tossing and turning and muttering. He jolts awake again, biting back the feeling of pure aloneness this realistic nightmare had given him, holding his forehead. He was presently quite a mess, wearing a simple black shirt and a pair of pants. No gloves or make up on yet, he hadn't really been bothering lately. For now, he just settles on sitting there, rubbing his eyes tiredly, telling himself none of this was true.

He was useful. He was loyal. He was! Link wouldn't take away the only thing he had left again, would he?

... He feared that more than anything, to be honest. Losing Demise again, in the form of Ganondorf. It ate at the heart he did not have. ]

[Floor 15 (workshop) ]

[ After that morning, he had made his way slowly to the workshop floor (by foot, no less, he truly did hate having to travel this way), mostly unhindered, since even without his powers he was, thankfully, agile and strong enough.

So what had he decided to do to take his mind off of how alone he felt?

... Sewing and knitting. Yes, at present, he is working on some decent clothing because clearly the Tower needed more. It's an odd sight to see such a proud person so unkempt (the only makeup he maintained, really, was his eyeliner and he put his earring in, the rest of his effects had stayed in his trunk), so... sad. Very odd indeed, given how much he worries over his appearance.

At the moment, he is using his teeth to hold several needles very carefully as he works, somewhat absorbed in the details, though it is obvious he is not in the best of shape, mentally or emotionally. If ever one were to approach him without chance of harm, however, now would be the best time. ]

Comments

[isthatashortjoke]

All your tossing and turning makes it quite hard to concentrate!

[Veigar paused for a few moments before glaring up at his roommate.]

What's eating you? I know for a fact we don't have Kog, Cho, or Nocturne here... I would have felt them by now! So it can't be too bad.

[myblueskies]

It's the bad people. [Romeo told their newest roommate with a frown, he was also plagued with nightmares himself of his friends from home being tormented, experimented on, stuck here in the tower with him. He was awake now because every time he closed his eyes he felt like he was walking through the corridors of the tower, his friends nailed to the walls.

Not that being awake was any better, he really felt like the bad people might have won this time. So many people had died. He glanced at the fourth member of their room, he was scared of Gamzee but at the same time he was furious at the bad people for doing that to him.

He went over to Ghirahim's bed, despite the fact makeup was for noble ladies Romeo thought Ghirahim looked strange without it. Like he wasn't a scary demon at all.] It will be alright mister Ghirahim.

[isthatashortjoke]

The bad people? What in the blasted hells does that even mean? Is that like a group or something? Or is there something really eating at him while he slumbers?

[He had come off as someone with presence when they first met, so why this? Veigar was confused.]

[cantstopme]

[He'd run out of crayons by now, and his paper stash was running short, too - so it was off to the workshop for him, where he doesn't notice Ghirahim at first. He's too busy picking out the best colors, after all!!

But once his crayon stash is all packed up, and he turns to get more paper, he basically prickles at the sight of the demon - this was the guy who egged him on like that! The Princess says he's really dangerous, too...

Maybe he should get a better look at him. He doesn't seem that dangerous... So he's at the other side of Ghirahim's table, attempting to be stealthy as he peeks up over the edge at the demon lord.

... Oh. :c]

... You look really sad.

[lordoffabulous]

[ Oh great just what he always wanted, one of THEM.

It's a little hard to speak around needles so his voice is a bit muffled, as he's mostly concentrating on a particularly difficult corner right now. ]

'm... 'noff sed.

[ Hang on removing the needles--he hadn't even noticed the child. Being cut off from his senses like this was... debilitating, honestly. ]

Why are you here?

[cantstopme]

...

[He just puts the crayons on the table, looking curiously at what Ghirahim's working on.]

I ran out of drawing stuff, and I need to get paper still.
You're really good at sewing.

[madscientits]

[Did someone say "sewing"?

Here, have someone rather well-versed in the subject, walking closer to observe. She's not about to say anything unless he notices her, and Stein is more than content to watch him work for the moment.]

[lordoffabulous]

[ Something to that effect, and as he's particularly absorbed in it? Yeah, he hasn't noticed her immediately. What, with his usual senses being cut off, and all. The only time he finally does notice her is when he moves to grab a nearby piece of fabric, setting things down on the table. Then, he blinks.

Once, twice. ]

...

[ He's sort of not really in the mood for conversation, but... ]

Did you need something?

[madscientits]

Simply watching you work. I wasn't aware there were other people here who enjoyed sewing.

[theherourherocouldbelike]

[Link had went into the workshop today to start on making one of those giant bird statues out of wood. He was going to first check to see if there was enough wood but he was actually surprised when he entered the room. On one of the chairs sat his hateboyfran rival, looking... less flamboyant and egotistical then usual. He was curious about why he seemed to upset but he wasn't about to pull up a chair and talk about feelings with that guy.

So instead, he takes a small block of wood and some tools and settles across the table from him, pretending that he hasn't noticed him just yet. He starts chipping away at the wood.]

[lordoffabulous]

[ You're a terrible hateboyfran Link GOSH

He actually does notice Link, but today he doesn't give enough of a shit to even comment. Which is in itself weird, anyway. He's just going to go back to working on this dress.

He does stop to kind of glance over with a brief look of "oh, it's you", but that's about it.

Someone is a little moody. ]

[theherourherocouldbelike]

[He chips away at the wood for a few moments, glancing over at Ghirahim every now and then. And once he's satisfied with what he's made, he gets up and fetches himself some paint.

He sits back down and starts painting, getting a goofy grin on his face.]

[notagiraffe]

[Taiki had seen Ghirahim a few times over the last week even though he had never spoken to him, when he saw him sewing he went over cautiously to watch. Sanshi and Gohran weren't with him, his powers were being strange, it was taking so much energy to sense Sanshi and Gohran and there were times he couldn't summon them at all.

He hadn't been able to sleep that much, his nightmares had been getting worse until he had almost convinced himself they were true. Ventus had ran away the moment he had come back and Taiki didn't know where he was...

He watched the man sewing silently.]

[lordoffabulous]

[ At first, he doesn't speak, but... terrible, he had planned to do something awful to this boy, but luckily had never gotten around to it.

The redecorating had gone off quite well in itself, though, and right now he was not working on any sort of wall hangings like he had been when he was a bit more cheerful, but instead, a rather pretty looking dress.

He fails to notice Taiki immediately; he's absorbed in his work, after all, but he does stop to glance, not sparing a word, however. ]

[notagiraffe]

[Taiki blinked at the glance and gave a tiny smile. He recognised him as the man he had offered his paints to.

It took him a moment to gather the courage to speak though.] That's really pretty... sorry... [He wondered if the reason he was sewing was that he didn't want conversation, and that Taiki should just leave.]

[great_king_of_evil]

[ Ganondorf was carrying the Dark Master Sword and looking for Ghirahim- In order to give it back to him. It had been much useful. And he found him after a while at the workshop, only to see...- What?

...

He had heard about the nightmares affecting those who sponsored- But he never thought they could be so bad that even Ghirahim would find himself in such a pathetic state. Sad, really. And was he... Sewing? ... Okay no he wouldn't judge how such a loyal demon decided to kill time. After all, he did play music to kill time, it wasn't so different.

Ganondorf stopped when he got close to Ghirahim. ]

... I've brought you back the sword. I have learnt a lot and it very useful.

[lordoffabulous]

[ ... He's okay.

You have no idea how elating this is to him, Ganondorf. No idea.

He's kind of quiet for a moment, before he just. Sets what he's doing down. He'd seen Demise weather many battles; his Master was a very powerful, tough demon, after all. But still... it had always worried him when they'd fight and he'd been badly injured in any way.

And after the nightmares and repeats of the waiting he'd had to do, like how he had been beforehand, he--he wasn't sure Ganondorf would be happy with him. Or talk to him at all. That... that meant a lot. He was alive.

He didn't want to lose him again. ]

... I should have been with you. I was not able to access you through the sword. And presently, my powers have been sealed completely.

I apologize. I failed you significantly. ... But I am glad you are back.

[ Really, REALLY glad. ]

[great_king_of_evil]

[ ...

You've got to be kidding him. What was that...? "Glad that you are back"?

Yep nope, Ganondorf's not good with emotion, at all. Gdit Ghirahim, you're a Demon Lord. His most faithful servant. One of the most respectable people in the tower- Don't fall victim to its trap you too. ]

Never apologize or be sorry. It is a sign of weakness.

[ Because Ganondorf could write a book about weakness and power. ]

You were useful to me outside the labyrinth. Inside, you wouldn't been. You wouldn't have had any of your powers, and we would both have run out of sponsors.

With your assistance from the outside though, I was able to take out my opponents and to survive nearly till the end. I have to thank you for that.

[ ... It means a lot considering who that comes from. ]

[ur_batteries_are_dying]

[Fi... didn't really care of Ghirahim. At all. He tried to kill her Master on several occasions and steal Hylia's soul, that's enough to offend Fi. Sort of.

But he just seems so different today. They're almost kin, both being spirits of weapons, just complete opposites. She just watched him for a moment be floating across from him, at a safe distance because, lol what is trust, to gaze at what he's working on.]

[lordoffabulous]

[ You know, if he were a Remlit, this would be where he would bristle and hiss.

Except he's not even up to that, at this point, and he just sort of raises an eyebrow in minor irritation.

Don't you judge his hobbies, Fi. HE CAN FEEL YOUR WEIRDO GOODY-TWO-SHOES GAZE. He finishes the stitch he is working on (it's a dress of some sort) before removing the needles from his mouth.

Then he presently contemplates if he would be capable of stabbing her with them before deciding that is likely not going to be all that effective, and he isn't up to expending the energy on it, anyway. So instead, he speaks in a sort of flat tone. ]

... Come to mock me, have you?

[ Why ELSE would she be here? ]

[ur_batteries_are_dying]

I believe you and I are both aware that I am not that kind of 'person'.

[She's actually somewhat interested in what he's doing because... really, she actually never watched anyone do anything like a hobby. She just stuck with her Master all the time.]

Why would you think that I would come to mock you?

workshop

[complementing]

[Minako wanders in, heading towards the sewing station. When she notices that no stations are available, however, she quietly sits to the side to wait her turn.]

[lordoffabulous]

[ Well he's not leaving immediately, since he's working on an intricate dress at the moment. In actuality, though, he isn't used to using machines, so he's actually very wary of them despite sitting near one (he found it a good spot to work and find thread, at any rate.)

He notices Minako sitting there, putting two and two together, however, and does something rather extraordinary for him: he gets up and moves, taking his materials with him, over to one of the tables. Perhaps he just wanted a more isolated corner. ]

[childhero]

[Today, Link is trying to find a breakthrough in the workshop.

Maybe going back to his normal routine so soon after what happened wasn't the best idea, or something, but... It gave him something to do. And he didn't have to think about that nightmare, or what happened in the Labyrinth. And, well. Why not?

So there's a Deku scrub with a big goofy green hat running around, poking into corners and knocking things down when he isn't paying attention.]

[lordoffabulous]

[ ... Plant thing is making a huge mess.

At first he wonders if its a Kikwi, or one of those Octorocks, but it appears not to be. Well, either way-- ]

... You're making an utter mess, plant child.

[ Of both his and other people's things, really. What IS this thing doing? ]