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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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[ Hundreds and hundreds and hundreds of years... ]
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... Eh, why not. ]
My Master. It took a very long time before I was able to find a way of setting him free. Even then, the seal keeping him had been slowly weakening with age, though this in itself would not free him.
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Taiki of course was thinking of the kind of seal that could bind a Kirin's power.] Who had captured him...
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[ It was QUITE annoying. ]
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Still he wondered what kind of person this man's master was that he would be at war with the goddesses...] Why... sorry... why were you at war?
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That was the fate that befell MY kind. Baseless rumors, really; I will never understand why it is the Goddesses favorite humans so very much when they have no abilities to speak of.
[ He really hates humans... ]
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But the goddesses of his world had locked him away? That didn't sound nice at all... Not that Taiki pretended to understand the gods...
He frowned though.] Because humans are nice, most of them and there's lots of humans and they are the one's who rule... chosen by the gods... and you shouldn't question the gods... because they are right...
[Not biased at all...]