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Characters: Fi (

ur_batteries_are_dying) and OPEN
Setting: Floor 7, swimming pool
Format: Starting with prose but either works
Summary: After talking with Jason, Fi has learned that her Master is not really her Master. She goes to the pool to dance on water since every other floor with a body of water makes it impossible for her to dance on it.
Warnings: None but will adjust if anything happens.

Fi wandered through the floors, floating when she could and walking when she couldn't. Though it didn't take long to make it to the floor with the pool, it felt like a while.

'My Master is not my Master.' What was she to make of that? Certainly he was still technically her Master, the Chosen Hero of the goddess and carrier of her blessed blade. In that way, all the Links here were her masters. But they weren't her master.

Her foot dangled over the edge of the pool on the deepest end for only a second before she let it fall, the rest of her body falling. She didn't fall in though, she settled right on top of her water, ripples moving out from where she stood. And then she started dancing and singing.

She'd never admit it, but singing and dancing as she'd done for Master Link throughout their quest was one of the most relaxing things she'd discovered. She'll go about this for as long as possible.

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[That would be a very jerk-ish move.]

I do not see any reason to remedy it, which so many wielders of the Master Sword here.

[ Then that's absolutely perfect. ]

If you believe your purpose is over, then you should quite simply go back to the sword and never get out of it again.

[Rude, Ganny.]

I would still be consciously aware, not as I should be. It is logical to assume that I suit some purpose here in the tower.

It is logical to assume this tower disturbed your sleep. An anomaly. You are not even a living being, why would you care for anything else than your original programming.

[ Oh yes, Ganondorf also holds a 180° different speech than Doc. ]

My Master is present and I am conscious. There is no other reasoning for my being awakened. My Master will need me.

Need you? What for. The Master Sword is nothing but a broken toy outside of our homeworld.

What reason has you to believe that? That sword was tempered in the fires of the Golden Goddesses.

This sword was made to harm me, or rather to kill any of my incarnations.

In this place where I am not your enemy, this sword is pretty much useless.

I never claimed that you were my enemy. However, that does not mean that the Master Sword is useless. There are creatures here that the sword will be quite effective against.

The creatures aren't our enemies either. In the end, your existence is useless here. A bother to your masters if anything. They had the sword. They didn't need to have you on top of their worries.

They do, however, pose a threat to us during the night.

If your intention is to decrease my confidence in my abilities or to have me cease contact with my Masters, you are not succeeding.

Because you have any abilities, when not part of the sword? I did not know.

What abilities I might and might not have is of little concern to you, unless my master decides otherwise.

[ He chuckles and heads out without a word. Alright Fi, we'll see about that latter... ]

[Wow, rude...]