[06] || [The Dark Lord] || [Open]

[great_king_of_evil]

Characters: Ganondorf Dragmire and you.
Setting: The Lounge, Study Room and Music Floor. Any day during the event.
Format: Prose or action, will follow.
Summary: Ganondorf has spent a couple hundreds years in the tower. The now self-proclaimed "Dark Lord of Animus" (he has a big ego) looks pretty much the same. He is wiser, calmer yet more evil and more grumpy. He doesn't hide his evilness any more as a matter of fact. Basically, he's the same except in worse.
Warning: Always the same warnings with the one who holds the titles of Great Demon King and Great King of Evil back home. Made worse here as in this "alternate future" he's fully assuming the Godfather act he tried to pull in June. Meaning if there is something you need done, he most likely can do it. But beware of making a deal with The Evil...



Lounge (Floor 38)
From time to time, the King of Evil would use the 38th Floor as his throne room. After all this was the most fitting floor to do so and it was fairly easy to relax here. From the lounge he could easilly receive his allies to discuss with them and summon his minions to tell them what to do... Or meet unfortunate souls who would need his assistance and fall within his grasp. After a couple hundreds years, Ganondorf was one of those who knew the tower best and who could provide anyone whatever it was they desired. Nearly what they desired at least...

And unlike many of the eldest residents, his mind had not been destroyed by the tower. He didn't lose himself to the tower or if he did, he did not realize it. If anything, his conviction to escape and regain Hyrule had grown strengthened. And he was more convinced than ever of his eventual success.

Ganondorf would be sitting in the largest and most impressive sofa, wearing his royal clothes- Seemingly made of gold alongside the most precious tissues and fabrics in Hyrule. He was holding a fairly big and black book in hands, focusing on its content. As if it was not enough, he had some plate of delicious food within hand reach, most likely cooked from what could be found around in the tower. Standing to the sides of the sofa were what appeared to be two Gerudo Warriors. Of course, they were nothing more than illusions- His own shadows disguised as Gerudo through a spell he cast. Well if he was to stay here, he better made his environment as impressive and similar to home as possible.

Meanwhile the entrance of the floor was guarded by two Darknuts. They were not blocking the way, they were simply standing aside aside from the entrance and... Doing whatsoever nothing. If anything they looked like statue. Maybe they were merely empty armors? But they certainly would move and attack if any newcomers proved to be a threat.


Study Room (Floor 18)
It was a very well known fact by now that Ganondorf opposed the administrators in every possible way. Add to that, the Great King of Evil often tried to take over the tower and rule over all existence himself. Alas his attempts always ended in failure. More often than not it was the fault of the fools he used, but whoever was to blame the results were always the same. At this point, Ganondorf was not trying to take over the tower any more. No, now he was only trying to escape and revive Hyrule, so as to accomplish his dream. As he once escaped the Evil Realm and Flooded Hyrule...

However, the more time the Evil King spent in the tower, the more complicated his plans became. Each of his attempts were more organized, each more promising and always closer to success than the previous. So you would find Ganondorf in the study room, apparently working hard on his latest idea. There were many papers and parchments spread all over the tables- Some were maps he drew of the Tower and its floors, others were texts he had written in Ancient Hylian-- Some of the most important texts had even been written in Gerudo. Aside from those natives from Hyrule, no one could read them.

Meanwhile he was standing, writing things on a board. Once again, it was likely nobody could understand what he was writing. It looked like mathematics- Equations adorned of Hylian and Gerudo texts explaining what it was all about. Whatever it was Ganondorf planned, it was probably too complicated to be understood. God only knew if Ganondorf himself actually understood it. ... Well, he probably did.


Musical Floor (Floor 28)
Another thing that didn't change over the course of the years was the love the Evil King bore for all forms of art-- But more specifically, for music. In the early years he spent in the tower, Ganondorf would always play by himself, rarely caring enough to listen the others playing. By now though, he enjoyed listening to what the others played and sometimes even to what the room played by itself.

Today he would let the his shadows play a composition, one had had written and worked on long ago. Of course it was a tune people of the tower may have grown accustomed to by now, his very one music theme. This one was a remastered and orchestral version using most of the room's instruments. It was very good and Ganondorf enjoyed it-- However, he couldn't help but look unimpressed. They could have done better. Yes, a couple hundreds of years will make you very picky.

Later on, Ganondorf would play various tunse by himself on the pipe-organ, or listen to whoever would come to play in the music room.

Comments

Floor 18

[tohko_amano]

After cleaning up the library on floor nineteen, Tohko was exhausted. There had been more books than usual to put away, and emotionally, she was almost drained. Not that she would ever let on or tell anyone that. So, after work, she had grabbed three books and moved to the floor below, hoping to read, rest, and recuperate.

However, while walking through the study room and trying to find a good table, she saw several tables that were covered with papers and maps. She didn't notice Ganondorf standing nearby, but she stared at one page, trying to decipher what it said..even though she couldn't read it.

[great_king_of_evil]

Ganondorf wouldn't notice Tohko immediately. While he probably felt a presence in the room, he couldn't be bothered enough to stop what he was currently doing. Besides he'd feel it if it was one of the powerful residents. He was really focused on his work and the equations. This needed to be done as soon as possible and he could not trust anyone else with it.

After a while though, when he finally reached a point in his equation where he could take a break, he looked back into the room and spotted the girl. Her. She had a gift to get on his nerves ever since he first met her all these years ago as he had been disguised as Santa Claus. She better wasn't messing with his researches and work. He stared coldly at Tokho before calling her out.

"What are you doing?"

[tohko_amano]

Tohko had managed to 'figure out' that one page was about killing a few people in the Tower, and the other one was a scheme to get the Triforce back again when Ganondorf called her out. She looked up and chuckled nervously while she scratched her head.

"Oh, I was just looking at these pages and deciphering them as best I could. What are you working on here anyway, Santa?"

She knew using that nickname was a little bit dangerous, but for Tohko, it would never be parted from Ganon.

[great_king_of_evil]

Anyone knowing the old king could come to this conclusion, but Tohko would be surprised to see the entirety of his current plan is a step above just that. In the form less evil, but in depth far more dangerous. But right now, this wouldn't be what bothered him most, no. This stupid nickname was.

"For one, this is all written in a language you cannot read." He spoke in a surprisingly calm voice, with a face apparently emotionless. "For two, this does not concern you."

This was when he started smiling. Before long the exit to the floor got closed by walls of fire. And overall the light in the room took on a much darker tone while Ganondorf suddenly sounded... amused.

"And finally, I believe you called me Santa for the last time in your life."

[tohko_amano]

Tohko sighed as Ganon laid down his points and as the exits got barred by walls of fire and the lights dimmed a little. She looked..a tad annoyed. Not because Ganon might be threatening to kill her..but because the fire could destroy the books. She didn't have 'Peter', but she put the books in her hand down on the table before reaching for 'Wendy'. However, she didn't pull out the dagger from her belt just yet. After all, the dagger would be useless..unless her small idea worked.

"I know it's not, but since I am a book girl, I thought I might be able to decipher it using some languages and knowledge that I know already. And even if it doesn't concern me, I was still curious. And, finally, if you are planning on fighting me, then I think it's a bit uneven. At least give me something that can injure you before we start! And put out those flames! Do you want to burn the books?"

Floor 38

[doctor_dismemberment]

[Look, Ganon, your favorite person in the whole Tower is bounding down the stairs toward the lounge! Richtofen looks... well, he certainly looks interesting. His hair is almost completely gray under his hat, nearly white at the edges, and there are more age lines on his face - laugh lines, notably - as, after 10 years in the Tower, he's now exiting his middle years and getting more toward the "old man" side of things.

His Wehrmacht uniform looks a fright. It's lost whatever crispness it once had, and it's got bloodstains on it that look so old they might as well be a part of the fabric's design. The edges of his jacket and sleeves are frayed, and the uniform in general looks like it's been cut through and patched up so many times that it's a wonder it still functions as a proper outfit at all.]

Gaaaa-non!

[He borderline skips onto the floor, two guns clattering against each other where they're strapped to his back, and he stops short when he sees the Darknuts. He gently places a hand on one of their arms, looking the suit of armor up and down as if it were a particularly handsome young man.]

Guten tag to you.

[Then he strolls up to Ganon, looking happy as can be.]

I have been looking all over for you! You would not believe how mein day went. Did you know that new people are arriving in the Tower again? It's so exciting!

[He seems content to just babble in that high-pitched voice of his. It's also worthy of note that his scuffed leather boots have tracked a sticky trail of wet blood into the room.]

[great_king_of_evil]

[ Oh joy, Ganondorf literally cannot imagine a single person in the tower more irritating than him. Not even Zelda. Well at least Richtofen is useful and competent when he really tries. Amongst the madness that is this tower, he remains a 'good' ally.

In spite of this, Ganon cannot hide his annoyance over the way Richtofen calls him. And he will be using all of his willpower not to roll his eyes and facepalm upon seeing Richtofen greet a Darknut. Seriously doc.

Well, better get to know why he's here. ]

Richtofen, what is i--

[ He pauses as Richtofen keeps speaking. New people? Interesting, didn't happen in avery long time. Also meant there was probably move on the admin side. Ganon smiled. ]

Really? [He nods slowly.] Well, looks like Zo is doing his work once again, a miracle has come to pass.

[ He then looked down at the trail of wet blood and slowly shook his head. Seriously Doc. ]

Am I to assume you have already greeted them in your usual ways?

[doctor_dismemberment]

Ja, the little tiny demon child must have been taking a nap! [His voice gets so high-pitched that it almost cracks, forcing him to speak normally once more.] But he is awake now... Oh, the slaughter shall be glorious..!

[He hugs himself and cackles, barking out things like "Glorious!" and "So much carnage!" in between his laughter, and so he almost doesn't hear Ganon's question. When he finally calms himself down, he looks down at his shoes, lifting one off of the carpet with a sick squelching noise.]

Eh-? What, this? Nein, mein Freund, sadly, I have not. [He pouts in an exaggerated fashion. Or, at least, he tries to, because his lips are threatening to split into a grin any second now.] There was a bullfairy, you see...

[It'd probably be best to interrupt him before he goes into detail about what he did to the poor little thing.]

[great_king_of_evil]

Control yourself for once. [...The urge to facepalm is rising. Ganondorf's relaxed and calm behavior contrasts probably a lot with that of Richtofen.] Some of them could be useful to us and we wouldn't want to make enemies of the newcomers, would we?

[ He sighs. Seriously Doc, use your brain once every ten years. He raises a hand as a 'stop' sign when Richtofen starts the bullfairy tale. For all that is evil's sake, not another macabre story. He's probably had his dose of them during all these years. ]

I got it, calm down. You are happy, you celebrated with whatever was on your way and now you have enough fresh blood in this tower to experiment for the next ten years, congratulation.

[ Probably a good summary. ]

Anything else noteworthy?

Floor 18

[neverbeamemory]

After so much fiction reading since Christmas Sephiroth had developed an itch for some actual research. He hadn't been down this way since his first quest for alternative food sources and how he might obtain them from the more nature-y floors. Then he'd simply started conditioning himself not to need such human nutrition - he rarely visits the Cafeteria anymore.

Not aged a single day, Sephiroth eyes the tables with all the maps and charts spread widely across them. Then the board with all the equations on - along with Ganon stood in front of it scribbling away. He's simply not going to be able to find a table and concentrate on anything else other than what is going on over there. Ever curious Sephiroth approaches the mass of extensive research; his gaze eventually caught by a curious diagram of a floor Sephiroth is sure doesn't exist.

Surely the evil one would take a break from his mad obsession shortly so that Sephiroth's curiosity might have an opportunity to be satisfied. Though he won't interrupt the thought train the monster might have.

[great_king_of_evil]

Much like for Tohko earlier, Ganondorf wouldn't speak to Sephiroth immediately. Of he certainly felt the powerful presence in the room, but Sephiroth's presence was recognizable enough that he did not worry too much. After all he and Sephiroth shared the same objectives in this tower, and similar objectives back home. They were both smart enough not to oppose each other so he wasn't worried he'd mess with his work.

When he reached a pause point though, Ganondorf paused and turned around to look at Sephiroth. He noticed Sephiroth's reaction to the diagrams, texts and plans. Indeed one of these were a floor Sephiroth probably never visited, maybe he'd mention it later.

"Sephiroth." he said with a nod in a pretty calm voice "Is there anything?"

[neverbeamemory]

"Anything with regard to what exactly? This is a pretty extensive mess Ganondorf -I might be led to believe you have something in the works."

Talk about stating the obvious, though Sephiroth didn't suppose Ganon would be the sharing type - much like for his own plans, he'd put all the work in and take all the credit. Besides sidekicks tended to run out of use or fail at something simple. The phrase 'you want something done, do it yourself' applies strongly.

Sephiroth couldn't bring himself to stop looking over that one particular diagram though, despite looking up at Ganondorf to offer his comment. Subconsciously using the picture part rather than the notes to try and decipher what on earth it's purpose was. Certainly more interesting than the somewhat dusty looking book he had picked up.

[great_king_of_evil]

Ganondorf chuckled lightly at Sephiroth's word and turned back to the world, before speaking in the most deadpan tone he probably ever employed while inhabiting the tower. Stating the obvious indeed.

"That's an outstanding observation."

He wrote some more equations, pausing once in a while before quickly looking at the papers Sephiroth observed. While Ganondorf wasn't the sharing type, stating the obvious once again wouldn't hurt. Besides down the line, Sephiroth was one of the few he knew could efficiently help him, they shared somewhat the same purpose and ideas altogether.

"Don't bother, nobody can understand this language aside from myself."he said "As for the drawings, they're the floors of this tower. Surely you may recognize them."

[culbutiri]

Nesir had changed quite a bit in the ten years she had been in the tower, gotten a bit taller for one. She was now twenty five and moved silently through the shadows to floor thirty eight. The time in the tower had done a lot to improve her temperament as well as hone her skills. No longer prone to childish fits of rage or badly thought out plans.

It was also enough time for her to be not so impressed with Ganondorf's Dark Lord of Animus act, but she could cope with his big ego as long as he continued speaking sense and actually making progress in his plans.

Alright there wasn't so much progress but he had a lot to fight against. She ignored the sentries; they knew her, and strode into the room.

[great_king_of_evil]

Ganondorf looked up when he heard someone coming into the room-- Nesir? Well it was good. After what Richtofen had told him, Ganondorf had decided it was time to put into motion the first half of his next plan. And there was no one better than Nesir in the tower to conduct the operation.

He still did not know if he'd take part into the operation himself, but if he did it would be a two group move and Nesir would still be qualified to lead one of the two group. Well, if she accepted the mission anyway.

"Nesir." he made a move of the hand to tell her to come closer. He put the book down as well, because serious business. "Perfect, I needed to see you."

[culbutiri]

"I did be guessing." Nesir came forward at his gesture. She had noticed the sudden influx of new people after so long, and though she had no doubt that Ganondorf already knew she also assumed he had thought of more plans, because he was Ganondorf.

"What do you need?" Ten years was enough for her to drop her dialect sometimes, sometimes without thinking, other times on purpose for her own gain.

[great_king_of_evil]

"The administrators are up to something it is time for us to make a move as well."

He paused and the shadow Gerudo next to the sofa handed her the plate with the food, cakes and stuff. Just in case she'd like to eat something while Ganondorf was speaking, as for a matter he... Spoke a lot.

"But before we do anything, we need more information, otherwise it would end just like it did these last years. We know everything there is to know on the tower- We have explored all the floors, read all the books, solved all the mysteries... But only of the upper floors. The lower floors, the administrative floors remain for the most part a mystery."

He quickly took out from the book the map he had drawn of the Control Room Floor and the Prison Floor where those who had rioted had been punished, but that was all he had on the administrative floors so far.

"That is all we have. And what I need is a team to go down to the administrative floors. A team to explore and memorize all the details so we can know exactly where to go next time. Needless to say, this is a stealth operation and the odds of meeting face to face with an administrator are high."

28

[holychord]

Ten years in Animus had left Tear with very few joys in her life. Since her beloved hobby was a bittersweet one, she often took to the music room, either to listen to others, or to accompany her singing with whatever instrument she cared to try to learn.

But when she entered and saw Ganon's orchestra, she stopped to watch quietly, keeping to the edge of the room.

[great_king_of_evil]

Before long the Orchestra would end. It was then that Ganondorf would take a music sheet in hand and write a few things, probably changing what he thought was wrong and improving on what could be improved. He was particularly perfectionist when it came to his very own theme being played (after all he had composed it).

He noted Tears' presence before long though and turned to her with an inquisitive look. After all, rare were the people who dared to stay in the same room than him after all these years, aside from those loyal to him.

[holychord]

She wasn't bothered by him, really. Probably because she knew nothing about. Then again, she felt she had seen plenty of terrible things over the years.

"Are you going to play more?"

His music wasn't exactly something she would consider her taste, but she wasn't so rude as to interrupt with her own. She'd simply wait it out. After all, hearing strange tunes was better than the silence.

[great_king_of_evil]

"I may, but I believe you came here with the intent to play?"

It was probably a rare time that Ganondorf spoke courteously. he wasn't that bad in these situations. His shadows moved away from the instruments after he nodded to them.

"If so, please go ahead. I always enjoy hearing performances other than my own."

Floor 18

[temptestament]

Allen appeared silently behind Ganondorf, a habit even the centuries (millennia? He'd lost count, but it had stopped mattering long ago.) hadn't broken him of. Whether he looked the same or not was irrelevant, information only a small handful of people knew, as he'd taken to keeping his face covered around all but those few he considered close. It was a way to distance himself, one he'd developed back in his own world and fallen back on when he'd decided he was going to dispose of the Admins and create a pathway out of the tower...whatever the cost.

But his voice was the same, even though the tone was more distant, more professional. More cold.

"Why am I not surprised to see you here."

[great_king_of_evil]

"Why am I not surprised you are not surprised?"

He chuckled lightly and shook his head before taking on a more serious tone. Too much activities these last days, it was really sign he better started playing his part soon. Well, it had taken time for him to 'trust' Allen (if trust even exist in Ganonland), but at least his powers and determination to get out were real.

"Probably a mystery a life." he said slowly before setting the book aside. "However I suppose if you are here that you already know about the newcomers."

[temptestament]

"Because you know I spot behavior patterns."

A faint hint of dry amusement crept into his voice, but vanished as he nodded in response to Ganon's comment about the newcomers.

"Of course I know. After so long with the number of consciousnesses in this place staying constant, it's hard not to notice a sudden influx."

[great_king_of_evil]

"Meaning we need to move fast. The administrators may be up to something and it cannot be good for us."

Just wondering whee the hell Zo was for all this time, his disappearance just... was not natural. Well they'd have time to figure this out later.

"I have already mobilized many... However I focus on gathering information first."