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

[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.]

[justruns]

I am.

[Something is different. Not wrong, but perhaps that is what makes it wrong. She is different. Nothing is lining up with what he remembers last of home.]

... You are free.

[giveschase]

...I am.

[She's twirling her hair around a finger, squirming. She is like the wind--holding still is not in her nature. But he runs. She doesn't want him to run.]

...I've changed.

[justruns]

So I see.

[He still can't pick it out. It makes him uneasy.]

What happened?

[giveschase]

This place. It takes our immortality. I've died. As well, I've... Met people. Interacted with them.

['I can't simply curse my problems away.']

[justruns]

[Died? Mortal? He doesn't bother to hide his scoff.] You're here, aren't you?

[People... He manages not to shift.] That has never changed anything before.

[giveschase]

Death... Doesn't work the same here. It's strange. It's like it had no hold. Many have died, only to wake later fully intact. It is... Terrible to die. To be so helpless. And this place keeps making us helpless.

[She's at a loss, weary. Perhaps more weary than she thought she was.]

[justruns]

That strikes me as a change to immortality, not a departure from it.

[He remains distant, unaffected. It is how he wants to be. He studies her, wary. Guarded, still.]

What was Termina's fate? [What did you do?]

[giveschase]

Termina was fine, last I saw it. However... This place... They claim worlds are destroyed.

[That's why I'm so happy to see you.']

[justruns]

The last I knew of it, the moon was bearing down.

[giveschase]

I was defeated, Acala. The moon was sent back whence it came.

[...He is younger. Not by much, but enough.]

[justruns]

Defeated?

[Something in him settles, and it shows in the lowering of his shoulders. But he is still tense.]

By who?

[giveschase]

A boy who looked much like you. But he did not feel like Power. He felt like Courage.

[She takes a cautious step closer to him.]

He came from Hyrule.

[justruns]

[He does not move, towards or away her.]

Courage...

[He isn't sure he would be able to recognize it if he saw it. He can't remember the last time he had.]