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]

[There. That explains it, to some degree. It doesn't explain the physical similarities, but it does the magic and the Wisdom. His expression loses its edge. (Perhaps he seems... disappointed?)

The Triforce...]

I wouldn't have expected its power to rest in a mortal.

[sageprincess]

[Disappointment she can take right now, as she feels like she can breathe again. Still, she doesn't yet understand what all this means to the one standing before her (which is probably why she isn't yet taking this chance to run excuse herself).]

... It did not until relatively recently.

[justruns]

I see.

[It seems his interest is quickly waning. He partially turns away from her, but doesn't move to leave yet.]

Why you, then?

[sageprincess]

Why me over another? That is a question for the Golden Ones themselves. Why does it exist within a mortal at all? ... It is a long story - one you may not find of interest, if I am correct.

[Turning away means his attention is divided - no longer solely and piercingly on her. Some of her confidence returns.]

... May I ask you a question, before you go?

[justruns]

Perhaps you are. [He isn't sure it's a story he cares much about. What the Goddesses had been up to had little to do with him.

He chooses not to leave, not yet.]

You may.

[sageprincess]

[Power, but not as she knows it. Link, but hardly the hero she knows and cares so deeply for. Now that she can breathe again, now that she can think again, something about this begins to ring familiar.]

Do I look like someone you know?

[justruns]

[At first, she is answered with silence. (Hesitation?)]

You do.

[sageprincess]

Another of Wisdom?

[Hesitation.]

... Majora?

[justruns]

[Immediately, there is a change. His shoulders tense, his posture straightens, his eyes narrow.]

She is here?

[sageprincess]

She is.

[The Princess remains calm, quiet, still. Now that she has gleaned some reasoning behind the deity's earlier behavior, primal fear is slower to take to her heart.]

We are... friends, in a way.

[justruns]

Friends.

[For another to call Majora her own this way... Even if she isn't entirely certain, it makes something relax in him. Something different. The lines of his body have gone from rigid to smooth, his expression distant. Lonely.]

... I see.

[sageprincess]

[She notices that shift, that distance, of course. How could she not, when his expression brings old memories of those seven lonesome years to mind?

She frowns slightly.]

The thought would have sounded absurd to me several months ago, but... circumstances like these change people, I suppose.

[For a moment however, she hesitates, because while he may not seem as fearsome as he was moment before, she is still somewhat anxious about possibly angering a god.]

... I do not mean to pry, but... is something wrong?

my icons are gone and will be for ~a week or so

[justruns]

No.

[The answer is automatic. He meets her eyes because he must recollect himself.]

Do you know where she is?

no prob o/

[sageprincess]

[She has never seen a more blatant lie. But she knows better than to try and force a more informative answer, so his protests will only be met with a concerned pout frown.]

Not at the moment, no. She does not tend to linger in any given place for very long.

[justruns]

[There's a faint smile, a little rueful, at that. His response is quiet, maybe affectionate, as if intended for himself.]

Of course not.

[He raises voice and his gaze back to her.] I thank you, Princess.

[sageprincess]

[Curiouser and curiouser... His quiet murmur and louder response gets a slight headtilt.]

You are welcome... sir. [A bit of hesitance there, as she realizes she... doesn't really know what to call him. Hopefully 'sir' will suffice.] Though I can hardly say I believe I have done anything worthy of gratitude.

[justruns]

You provided [important] information. One would think that would be enough.

[If he notices her hesitance about what to call him, he doesn't care; he doesn't begin to offer alternatives.]

[sageprincess]

I gave you my name, my station, and the name of someone I know. In a place such as this, most wish for more knowledge than that.

[Like where are we, what are we doing here, why is Jason such a douche, etc.]

[justruns]

As of now, other things are inconsequential to me.

[sageprincess]

... I see.

[Radiating a strange sort of power he may be, but she has her doubts such things will remain 'inconsequential' for long. She won't say as much, however. It's hardly her place to.]

In that case, I hope your reunion goes well.

[A bit obvious, that, Deity.]

[justruns]

[... hm.

He nods minutely before turning to leave.]