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towerofanimus2012-05-10 05:48 pm
lordoffabulous) wrote in towerofanimus2012-05-10 05:48 pm
[o3] ✦ Ego downsizing. ✧
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 somesobbing 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. ]
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
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. ]
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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. ]
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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. ]
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How can he help it? In the end, all he wanted was to serve his Master. Losing him in any form was painful to him. ]
... Yes, Master.
[ That is so sincere it's kind of ridiculous. Whereas some humans or Hylians or whoever might be fond of the phrase sarcastically, he means every word.
It's a "jump? How high?" sort of situation. If he said not to do something, he would stop.
Yet this would bother him for a long time to come, he knew it would be unwise to speak of it, especially to Ganondorf. He was right, of course. He... had just let it bother him. A stupid mistake. ]
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Well, that's an improvement, but... Demon Lord Ghirahim, get ahold of yourself seriously. Your devotion is admirable, but really, his old self should have considered putting a fail-safe in his sword or something... Now he understood why the spirit of the Master Sword was emotionless. ]
You should find a better way to pass your time. Your current activity apparently doesn't help you at all.
[ It's as helpful as he can get. Maybe he'll give Ghirahim's lesson to play pipe-organ. ]
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[ Um. Like... things to do outside murder???? He hasn't experienced enough to know them, to be honest.
He sort of was emotionless in the beginning, but he kind of... learned emotions after awhile and you know, a personality is just infectious like that.
He finds himself feeling utterly useless at the moment, though, wishing... he could do more. All those dreams...
... If only he wasn't so useless. If only he could bring Demise back. Isn't it his fault he's gone?
What if he's left alone again?
... No, he just--he has to not consider that. ]
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[ Yes Ghirahim, things to do outside of Murder. And outside of sewing.
Because seriously, Ghirahim need to stop depressing. Not only Ganondorf is going to need him a lot soon.
But he owes it to him, somehow. ]
Like, music.
[ This tower has a pretty cool musical floor Ghirahim. ]