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[humsalament]

Characters: Midna (humsalament) and you
Setting: Dormitory floors
Format: Action preferred, but open to whichever.
Summary: Not content with just doing nothing in her room, Midna explores the immediate vicinity. Shadow form also available.
Warnings: None yet

[Destroyed?]

[No. No.]

[This is all wrong.]

[Just when all the pieces were coming together. Literally. The Mirror of Twilight was right there. Her only way home, but instead of the familiar beauty of the Twilight, she wakes to white. Sterile. Unable to move. With nothing else to go by than the words on those letters.]

[The Twili was upset.]

[Her chance at Zant was ripped away from her yet again. Mere destruction wasn't close to what he deserved. And it wasn't what the Twilight Realm deserved.]

[I saved you. Let's be happy here.]

[What a joke. What was the point in saving her if she couldn't save her own home?]

[Merely doing nothing won't satisfy Midna. Removing the suit and donning the Fuse Shadow fragment, she journeyed off into the halls. So long as they don't initially see her, Midna takes up her shadow form in the presence of any wandering passerby.]

Comments

[outforheroblood]

*oh hey, someone who's not a human teenager for once. No, this creature is something very different. A demon, even.

If she notices Midna, she doesn't announce it. She just continues down the hallway as if she owns the place.*

[humsalament]

[A demon huh?]

[Now that's something.]

[Not especially her favorite kind. No talking Midna. But she could prove interesting. Turning to shadow, Midna trails the demon.]

[outforheroblood]

*And the demon is very aware of her little guest. But she only smiles to herself and keeps walking. What a strange creature, unlike any demon she's known before. But that's what makes things interesting.

She simply returns to her room and sits on her bed, regal and dominating. And only then does she look to her shadow, and the creature residing in it.*

Are you going to continue following me around like a pet?

[humsalament]

So you noticed.

[Midna should've suspected as much.]

[But no point in hiding, was there?]

[Jumping out of the shadow, Midna kept her distance.]

[outforheroblood]

But of course.

*Ghirahim took the end of her braid in hand and unsecured the clasp, idly combing out her long white hair.*

So what pressing order of business brings you to Lady Ghirahim...?

[humsalament]

Pressing order? [She giggled.] I just thought you looked like an interesting plaything.

[outforheroblood]

*Ghirahim's smile widens just a bit.* You think me your plaything, do you.

[humsalament]

What? You should feel honored.

[outforheroblood]

Perhaps I should warn you up front. I am no one's plaything...save for my mistress, the dark goddess Demise. And I won't rest until I've broken the seal that binds her.

*Ghirahim's smile is anything but pleasant.* If anything, it is you who is the plaything here.