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towerofanimus2012-12-08 07:27 pm
sageprincess) wrote in towerofanimus2012-12-08 07:27 pm
Minuet ♪ Moving
Characters: Zelda and you!
Setting: Floor 3 or 19, Floor 25, Floor 14, and Floor 32
Format: Starting with action - I'll follow you!
Summary: The Princess of Hyrule going about her days while trying not to freeze to death.
Warning:Sexual confusion? None yet.
Floor 3 or 19
[The libraries might as well have become a second home for Zelda with all the time she has spent there recently. Ever since Ruana (and to a lesser extent, Dax) took to the network, she has been pouring over book after book, network post after network post, trying to make sense of the things she said. Of course, any success is limited at best, and for the most part, the only fruit of her labor thus far has been a stack of notes with more questions than answers contained within.
Still, the search gives her focus and drive - things she had been terribly lacking in since... the end of June, really. And perhaps that's the most valuable thing Ruana gave her that day - not information, but a will to do more than merely endure.
In any case, if you're looking for one long-eared princess, you are most likely to find her here, surrounded by her books and notes.]
Floor 25 (Forbow_of_the_galadhrim and maybe friends?)
[Of course, that is not to say she does nothing else with her time. Sometime before the chaos of October and everything else, Legolas said the elven swords he was having crafted for her were ready, and they could begin training. Sure, it's cold now and getting colder, but it's peaceful for the moment (well, for some definition of peaceful), and she needs to learn eventually.
So, looking more like a pirate than a princess in Tetra's mother's (her descendant's?) long coat and her hair tied up in a ribbon, she waits on the meadow floor for the Prince of Mirkwood. At least there's no snow on this floor.]
Floor 14
[And sometimes even she needs a break, though loathe she is to admit it. She doesn't frequent the media floor often - even after nearly a year's time in the Tower, most of the technology there is beyond her. But she does know how one piece of electronic machinery works (though don't ask her what it's called), thanks to a girl who's long since vanished from the tower walls. And it's that piece of machinery that's currently serenading her with the sounds of a certain British classic rock band as she curls up on a couch nearby, wrapped in the fluffy comforter she got as a "prize" for participating in Halloween's "game".
Pass by at just the right moment, and she might even appear to be asleep. Even back in Hyrule, music was always there to provide a temporary escape from life's hardships, and it's so easy to get lost in it...]
Floor 32
[And sometimes, given the high levels of stress inherent to the situation, it is necessary to take "taking a break" a little further.
Look up into the trees on the forest floor, and you might see a blur of blue and grey hopping from branch to branch, disturbing and sprinkling the snow that's accumulated there in its wake.
Investigate?]
(Responses for the last prompt will mostly come fromsagesurvivor.)
Setting: Floor 3 or 19, Floor 25, Floor 14, and Floor 32
Format: Starting with action - I'll follow you!
Summary: The Princess of Hyrule going about her days while trying not to freeze to death.
Warning:
Floor 3 or 19
[The libraries might as well have become a second home for Zelda with all the time she has spent there recently. Ever since Ruana (and to a lesser extent, Dax) took to the network, she has been pouring over book after book, network post after network post, trying to make sense of the things she said. Of course, any success is limited at best, and for the most part, the only fruit of her labor thus far has been a stack of notes with more questions than answers contained within.
Still, the search gives her focus and drive - things she had been terribly lacking in since... the end of June, really. And perhaps that's the most valuable thing Ruana gave her that day - not information, but a will to do more than merely endure.
In any case, if you're looking for one long-eared princess, you are most likely to find her here, surrounded by her books and notes.]
Floor 25 (For
bow_of_the_galadhrim and maybe friends?)[Of course, that is not to say she does nothing else with her time. Sometime before the chaos of October and everything else, Legolas said the elven swords he was having crafted for her were ready, and they could begin training. Sure, it's cold now and getting colder, but it's peaceful for the moment (well, for some definition of peaceful), and she needs to learn eventually.
So, looking more like a pirate than a princess in Tetra's mother's (her descendant's?) long coat and her hair tied up in a ribbon, she waits on the meadow floor for the Prince of Mirkwood. At least there's no snow on this floor.]
Floor 14
[And sometimes even she needs a break, though loathe she is to admit it. She doesn't frequent the media floor often - even after nearly a year's time in the Tower, most of the technology there is beyond her. But she does know how one piece of electronic machinery works (though don't ask her what it's called), thanks to a girl who's long since vanished from the tower walls. And it's that piece of machinery that's currently serenading her with the sounds of a certain British classic rock band as she curls up on a couch nearby, wrapped in the fluffy comforter she got as a "prize" for participating in Halloween's "game".
Pass by at just the right moment, and she might even appear to be asleep. Even back in Hyrule, music was always there to provide a temporary escape from life's hardships, and it's so easy to get lost in it...]
Floor 32
[And sometimes, given the high levels of stress inherent to the situation, it is necessary to take "taking a break" a little further.
Look up into the trees on the forest floor, and you might see a blur of blue and grey hopping from branch to branch, disturbing and sprinkling the snow that's accumulated there in its wake.
Investigate?]
(Responses for the last prompt will mostly come from
sagesurvivor.)
no subject
This band is from the same country you are, yes?
[
Maybe she just likes British things, idk.]no subject
[He cracks a smile.] I didn't know you were so educated about Earth's music.
[Queen totally counts as educated.]
no subject
I only truly know of the one, really. A friend of mine introduced me. She used to come in here and dance as though she did not have a problem in the world whenever the situation here became particularly dire.
[By the way she talks, it doesn't sound like that girl is here anymore.]
no subject
He hovers a bit awkwardly in his position behind the couch, his smile giving way to a frown. He feels like he should console her, but -- he's never been so good with losing people, himself. Anything he has to say on the matter probably wouldn't make her feel better.]
You sound as though you might need a dance.
[Carefully steering away from the topic of her lost friend.]
no subject
His words shock her out of her nostalgia, and she almost laughs. Almost - it's not a sound of joy, but rather one akin to dismissal.]
I am not much of a dancer, unfortunately, despite what storybooks might say about a princess' skills.
[She doesn't need to feel better.]
CASUALLY RUINS THIS EMOTIONAL THREAD <_>
[
he should really be thankful the Tower snatched him up before twerking]GOOD I was about to be like WHY DOES EVERYTHING WE TOUCH TURN TO FEELINGS
Still, even if it is in a form I would not recognize, that does not change the fact that they have a semblance of an idea as to what they are doing, and I do not.
[... Oops, did she just admit that she doesn't know how to dance at all--]
the answer is because dads
[And here he stumbles a little on both his Earth terminology and his embarrassment over the given subject.] --er- [On second thought, dancing trends of the 21st century are not things he wants to talk about with Zelda.
He clears his throat, his face a bit red.] --not much skill is required, I assure you.
[Zelda's inexperience has been overlooked for the moment. Only for the moment.]
stupid dads
No need to make him (and likely her) uncomfortable.]
I shall take your word for it, then.
[What inexperience.]
can't stop won't stop
But at least Zelda doesn't press the issue, unlike pretty much anyone else England would ever have to talk to.
He appreciates that, at least.
Anyway.] If you're concerned about your abilities, why not look into learning?
no subject
... There are more important things to concentrate on. [As there have always been.] And I doubt dancing will solve any of our problems.
[Nevermind that Minami danced specifically to forget about her problems and Zelda you're really bad at this.]
no subject
But ease our minds of them — temporarily — perhaps.
[He makes the point Zelda is missing.
He rests his elbow on the couch and his chin in his hand (the one that's intact, of course).] Of course, if you are uncomfortable with the idea, I shan't press any further.