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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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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? ]
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[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?
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Why wouldn't you rub it in that my Master was the one who died and my powers have been sealed as opposed to yours?
[ He honestly can't see why she wouldn't. He knows he's showing weakness right now, but it isn't in him to care. He's rather too miserable. ]
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I am not that kind of person. I fail to understand why anyone would come to mock you for something that was outside your control.
[She's being nice. Mostly. Just take it, Ghirahim, while you can.]
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... I fail to see why that should stop anyone.
[ He's very irritable right now, Fi. Sorry. The dreams have... really gotten under his skin, so to speak. ]
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Our opinions will continue to conflict. I will simply assure you that I am not here to mock you. You already appear upset enough.
[Nothing for her to do.]
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[ !!! You pain in the ass am;slkhg ghhhh. He hates you. ]
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[Oh goddesses, if only she could intentionally be this much of a smartass.]
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Didn't anyone ever teach you that going around measuring people's condition is rude? You have no manners.
[ HUFF. ]
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I was not created to have any manners beyond giving my personal designation to my Master.
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.... Aren't you just a BUNDLE of fun.
[ And now his tone is mocking. ]
"Oh, I'm the Master Sword and I'm Miss Emotionless the Uninteresting who can't learn how not to take things too literally!"
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I was not created for 'fun' either.
[If she had eyebrows, she'd be quirking one right now.]
I am at least behaving in a way that would be described as 'mature.'
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[ DON'T CARE. ]
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[Translation: No.]
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[ REASONS HE IS BETTER THAN YOU NUMBER 502.
Also yes, he is turning this on you because it makes him feel better. He will not be dealing with his emotions that way. EVERYBODY WHO IS HIM PROFITS! ]
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[THERE ARE NOT THAT MANY REASONS!
... What a jerk. Glad she can't feel insulted. This is also her way of saying your Master sucks.]
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ALSO OH NO YOU DIDN'T GOD DAMMIT STOP MENTIONING HIS MASTER AUGH. ]
Your Master would have been dead if I hadn't allowed him to live initially to begin with.
[ BAH HE HATES YOU. ]
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EMOTIONS HURT DON'T THEY?]
The fact remains that you did allow him to live. You, in essence, are responsible for our success.
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[ He wags a finger. ]
You presume this is over.
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[ And he won't buy any MORE nonsense on the matter, so fuck you. He's out of here. ]