the first storm

[justruns]

Characters: [01] The Fierce Deity and his roommates ; [02] the Fierce Deity and YOU
Setting: [01] Room 2-12 ; [02] throughout the Tower
Format: I'll start with prose, but I'll match you in comments
Summary: [01] The Fierce Deity arrives. [02] Time to explore and find out what the hell.
Warnings: n/a thus far. (Please fill out this permission post!)


[ room 02-12 ]
Your world has been destroyed. I saved you. Let's all be happy here.

... No.

He crumples the piece of paper in his hand, eyes narrowed. The world has not ended. Termina is not dead. He knows that she called down the moon (to spite him), but the world was in limbo. He remembers. The world was waiting. The world is not dead.

He looks down at his fist. Flesh and bone... Mm. How? It is his own form; he is not borrowing another's, or visa versa. There is not second mind whispering beside his.

I saved you.

He scoffs, and stands. He eyes the trunks at the foot of the beds, then approaches his own. When he opens it and surveys what is within, he is... satisfied. His armor. His instrument. Much more acceptable than the white jumpsuit he has awoken in. He promptly re-dresses. The instrument remains in the trunk.

Let's all be happy here.

... That will remain to be seen. He, for one, will not be holding his breath.


[ the tower ]
Bizarre architecture and misshapen monsters. Dangerous floors and safe havens. The place may not be Termina, but to him, it seems that not much about the Tower is different. He cuts down monsters without care whenever they attack. He is not as strong as he would like to be, and deep down, it troubles him.

He deals with this by seeking out the hostile beasts and testing his abilities. Pushing them. Weakness is not something he is used to. It is not something he is willing to accept. There are many monsters here that prove a challenge to him; he does not think for a moment that this is because they are stronger than average. He merely assumes that it is because he is not as skilled as he once was.

When he is not battling, he is exploring. Searching. The basic concepts are not different from Termina, but everything is still new. He must familiarize himself with this new territory. He does not expect to spend much time in this tower, but it would still not do to be ignorant of his new surroundings.

(In truth, he does not know what to do with himself. Being on the move eases his restlessness, if only slightly. Perhaps, he will find information. Answers. Purpose.)

Comments

02-12

[midgarhorizon]

The room was a place to sleep and to keep the few belongings Reno felt were important enough to hang on to these days. He didn't spend much time in it anymore, even before his long 'vacation' back to the home universe. It was too easy for people to find him there.

Still, there were times where it was the safest place to take a rest, and that was what he was doing. Tired. He was tired all the time now.

When he heard noise across the room, he looked up from his bed where he casually pillowed his head in his arms, observing the newcomer carefully, but didn't speak.

02-12

[savedbyasong]

Shion was on his own bed, but curled up reading a book. Hamlet; he read it softly under his breath not wanting to disturb Reno but wanting to hear the words, the poetry.

He had read it many times of course, it was the first book he had read in Rat's house; the first he had ever read for himself. But it was comforting and stopped him from thinking too much, and worrying about Reno.

He watched the newcomer as well; their room was full again. "Hello!"

02-12

[absolute_perception]

Elian looked up from his reading of various plants, fungi and mosses spurred on by his talk with Shion sometime prior. The newcomer caught his attention as his child-like blinked in relief.

"Welcome." He said softly before he looked to Shion and Reno. "It appears we are now at full capacity once more."

[justruns]

The Fierce Deity makes a quick inventory. Three others. Male. Two look young. No immediate threats. The children are the ones that show the most obvious interest, which piques his attention about the adult.

As he opens his mouth to reply, he realizes that these are the first words he has spoken ever since the Song. This gives him pause, but it does not last.

"Thank you," he says. His voice is measured, deep. Rasping. He finishes adjusting the straps of his armor.

Your world has been destroyed.

"Is it true?" The question hangs in the air for a moment before he remembers that he didn't specify. He picks up the crumpled note and holds it up, not bothering to unfold it.

[sageprincess]

[Libraries are typically good places to find information, and not usually places one would find the goddess of mischief.

And yet, there she seems to sit, quiet and calm and apparently reading about weapon making, of all things.

But of course, the woman seated is not the goddess of mischief at all, which anyone with any sort of magical intuition would be able to sense. She seems inherently more balanced, orderly, and not to mention mortal, despite the air of divinity she gives off. And she seems to have some sort of magical intuition herself, as she glances up from her book and blinks in slight surprise when she senses Power-but-not-as-she-knows-it enter the room.]

[justruns]

[The deity stands very still.

This woman... Long hair, blonde. Blue eyes. Magic. Wisdom, but not broken. Not right. And a different familiarity...

His eyes narrow.]

Who are you?

[sageprincess]

[Well. That's certainly unsettling. Zelda tenses, swallows, but doesn't dare move, doesn't dare risk agitating Power. She merely stares at the deity, and wills her voice not to shake too much.]

I am the Princess Zelda of Hyrule.

[And Goddesses above let that be an adequate answer.]

[justruns]

[Fear? Not Majora. She wouldn't fear him.

Hyrule. That place... Wisdom? Why?]

Who are you?

[A name is not enough. A name doesn't answer his questions.]

Floor 34

[warriorscribe]

Normally, the deity would see a man in strange armor that might explain his somewhat divine armor. Or at least seem not quite so strange for it. Of course, since this particular floor disables supernatural powers such as his armor, it's only a man he'll see, dressed in only jeans and sandals, with a strange white object attached to the back.

He stood partway out on the long strip of land, no more than a few steps from the edge. He seemed to be lost in thought, gazing out at the fog far beyond the tower.

"Strange..." he murmured, apparently unaware of the other's presence.

[justruns]

The Fierce Deity would pass on through the floor, were it not for the man's aura. Or, rather... The lack of it. These past few floors have felt strange to him, as if he was missing something. Here, there is a hint. It is enough to give him pause, and he stops to observe the man.

The other does not seem to notice him. All the more useful for his purposes right now.

...Oh my god I didn't even notice my typo. *aura not armor the second time. >_<

[warriorscribe]

It wasn't long before he felt he was being watched. Enoch glanced over his shoulder, but no sooner, it seemed, had his attention diverted from whatever he was thinking of than he started to step off. A look of alarm passed across his face, and he rapidly regained his balance, stepping hurriedly back to the very beginning of the long stretch of land, backing up onto the central path and pressing himself against the side of the tower. That sudden desire to simply let himself fall, once he stopped mulling over it, he very nearly unconsciously did it...

Was he truly so shaken by everything that had happened this month?

He turned his head to glance at the pointy-eared person who had been watching him, clearly a bit too shaken to actually start conversation.

It's okay, I figured that's what it was :'3 sorry this isn't much to go off of, orz

[justruns]

The Fierce Deity doesn't know what to make of what he just witnessed. He continues to watch, intrigued by the man's actions and reactions in the distant way one is interested in a foreign newspaper. What happened, exactly? He is not sure. Judging by the fear and confusion visible on the man, he is not certain, either.

Having nothing to say, he remains silent. He does not move. He simply... continues to watch.

Music Floor

[great_king_of_evil]

[ Alas for Fierce Deity, he shall spot a Great Demon King of Evil playing some piano composition on one of the piano located in the the music room. As per usual of course, people often spotted the Dark Lord in this room. Whenever he had nothing to do or felt even slightly sad, Ganondorf would go to the music floor.

As per usual, his music is from his homeworld, although unlike usual, today's music is pretty calm and peaceful. ]

[justruns]

[The music room catches the Deity's attention in particular. How could it not? Even in their earliest days, Hyrule and Termina have been full of music. He thinks back to the instrument he left in the trunk at the foot of his bed. Perhaps he should turn back and bring it here...

But for now, there is something more important to investigate. There is Power here. It is different from his own, but there is no way he could turn away.

He moves to stand in the middle of the room, and there, he simply listens, and watches.]

[great_king_of_evil]

[ When the music ends, Ganondorf obviously feels the strange presence. He turns to look at it- ]

...

[ Oh wonderful, Goddesses you brought a Pimp Link in the tower. As if they needed hippies and other hooligans on top of all the classical stuff in this tower. For a second Ganondorf tried to imagine what alternate reality this Link could come from... And what he looked like there... That's a scary thought.

Ganondorf simply stares at this Hero, or whatever this one might be. Obviously he's been drawn here. ]

[justruns]

[When the Gerudo man takes notice of him, he waits. When there is nothing more done (the familiarity of which amuses him; he himself would react similarly), the Fierce Deity makes a gesture, turning one hand palm-out and splaying the fingers before asking a simple question.]

Who are you?

Chapel!

[giveschase]

[Every now and then, Majora is found in the chapel. It's quiet, and something about the place of worship calms her. It's one of the few times she doesn't feel compelled to move. But that peace? Becomes tension the moment she sees him. And then she's standing, eyes wide. It takes all of her strength to not run and cling to him.]

...Acala?

[justruns]

[He senses her before he sees her. Hears her. Hears that name.

She is not the only one who is tense. His fists curl loosely at his sides.]

Majora.

[giveschase]

You're... You're all right.

[She's relieved. She probably won't be able to get any closer, but she's relieved. It shows on her face. And perhaps, as well, she seems weary. Because so long has been spent worrying about his fate with the possible destruction of their world.]

throughout the tower.

[puppy_lancer]

Lancer drops the remains of the monster that had pounced on him. He almost regrets having Gae Bolg back now. The opponents have become too easy to kill, and thus boring.

He stiffens as he hears something shuffling behind him.

"Oy! Who the hell are you? You wanna get out somewhere I can see you?"

sorry for the delay

[justruns]

He steps out from the shadows, not that he intended to stay there for long. Observation has been his focus since arriving in this place. He does not have his sword summoned, and if it were not for his armor, he would look entirely unprepared for the inevitable battles here.

He does not answer the questions aside from making himself visible.

it's okay!

[puppy_lancer]

[He turns and stares at the man who had appeared.]

Huh. Are you one of the inhabitants, or some weird shaped monster?

Floor 3 Library

[reddeadvirtuoso]

The network wasn't actually all that interesting since most people didn't just sit around in the library or the dorms on the computer (though some people did!). So activity was pretty slow. Thus Jade did have much of an excuse for sitting in front of one of the computer terminals, picking away at a hapless piece of bread she'd received from the cafeteria.

Though again, since there wasn't much activity, she did divert her attention to the stranger that was walking around, and she leaned back in her chair to lean her head back and look at him upside down.

"'Sup. Nice war paint."

[justruns]

The books thus far do not hold his attention. He has been browsing the shelves aimlessly, occasionally picking up a book, only to slowly leaf through it before putting it back. But the words of a girl piques his attention.

War paint.

He stops, head turning to look at her. The way she is watching him, upside-down and casual, reminds him of Majora. There is a small pause before he answers.

"Thank you."

There is something in his tone that betrays his amusement.

[reddeadvirtuoso]

"You do it all yourself, or do you have make-up artists that diva you up in the morning?"

Hey, if he was amused, then she was gonna keep rolling with it! She made a few vague gestures as if she was rubbing some kind of invisible paint on her face as she spoke.

"Or do you collect the colors from the blood of your enemies? I know dudes with blue blood, it's totally possible."