Din (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
oracleofseasons) wrote in ![[community profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/community.png)
towerofanimus2013-03-10 12:55 pm
oracleofseasons) wrote in towerofanimus2013-03-10 12:55 pm
I embrace my desire to feel the rhythm, feel connected
Characters: One Oracle of Seasons and YOU!
Setting: Around the Tower on March 10th - specifically floor 25 (the meadow) in the morning, floor 75 (the tower within the Tower) in the early afternoon, and floor 80 (the circus) in the late afternoon.
Format: Starting with brackets, but I don't mind switching to prose if you want.
Summary: Din's had a little time to settle in, and has decided that now's a good a time as any to explore the Tower in earnest.
Warnings: Possibility of injury/death depending on where you tag in - since monsters lurk on floor 75 and, well, floor 80 has those clowns. Floor 80's probably the most likely to get bad fast, especially if the characters linger there until nightfall.
[Morning - the meadow.]
[Now, this brought back memories.
When was the last time she'd danced in a meadow? Right before getting kidnapped by General Onox - right before her Link's journey had begun. The other members of her performing troupe weren't here and there was no music, but this floor - such a contrast to the rest of the Tower, really, with its fresh springtime weather and blooming flowers - is such a potent reminder of better times that Din really can't help herself.
Three quick steps, and then a graceful leap. She lands, pivots, turns at the waist and brings her hands up towards the sky, tilting her chin up and allowing her eyes to slide shut. Her dance begins, and she's not at all inclined to stop it.
Anyone happening to pass by this floor that morning will see the Oracle of Seasons, caught up in a dance; she'll see them, too, as she opens her eyes, and a mischievous smirk will come over her face as she extends a hand to them, regardless of who they are or how outwardly threatening they might seem.]
Come, dance with me!
Early afternoon - the tower within the Tower.]
Heh.
[There's really no disguising the amusement Din feels when she sees the tower. So there's two towers here - one that they're trapped within, and one that they can enter and exit at will. Idly, she wonders if perhaps the floors within the second tower are also themed, and then not-so-idly she walks to the entrance. There was, after all, only one way to find out.
She pushes open the bottom door and peeks inside. Oh, it's dark... well, she can fix that. She holds out her left hand and murmurs an invocation to the Spirits of Summer under her breath, and a moment later a flame sparks into life in the palm of her hand. She brings it up, a little closer to her mouth, and breathes out gently; the flame flickers, then grows bigger until there's a little more light to see by. Good.
With that, Din steps into the tower and looks around curiously.]
Hello? [The place seems to be empty - her call echoes faintly, and she stops to listen. She can hear something moving, though it's entirely possible that it's one of the monsters that enjoys the darkness within this tower.] Is anyone here?
[Late afternoon - the circus.]
[Anyone going up or coming down the staircase might notice something a little different as they pass the eightieth floor.
Specifically, they might notice a violet-collared girl in the place of one of the tightrope walkers. There's no net below her, but that doesn't seem to bother her one iota, and she's not just sticking to a simple walk, either - Din's always been a bit of a thrillseeker and this is no different. She seems to be taking the tightrope backwards, one foot moving behind the other, until she bends her knees and leaps up, arching her body expertly so that she flips backwards before landing nimbly on the rope again.
She raises her arms and turns, lifting one leg as she does so in order to move into a bow that is coupled by a flourish, her golden bracelets clinking together. When she straightens up again, she finally puts her other foot firmly back on the rope.
It seems she's wandered a little too close and has been drawn into the performance, but at least the clowns haven't tried to make jump ropes of her intestines yet, and at least she seems to be enjoying herself, if the smirk on her face is any indication.]
Come one, come all, to the greatest performance you've ever seen!
Setting: Around the Tower on March 10th - specifically floor 25 (the meadow) in the morning, floor 75 (the tower within the Tower) in the early afternoon, and floor 80 (the circus) in the late afternoon.
Format: Starting with brackets, but I don't mind switching to prose if you want.
Summary: Din's had a little time to settle in, and has decided that now's a good a time as any to explore the Tower in earnest.
Warnings: Possibility of injury/death depending on where you tag in - since monsters lurk on floor 75 and, well, floor 80 has those clowns. Floor 80's probably the most likely to get bad fast, especially if the characters linger there until nightfall.
[Morning - the meadow.]
[Now, this brought back memories.
When was the last time she'd danced in a meadow? Right before getting kidnapped by General Onox - right before her Link's journey had begun. The other members of her performing troupe weren't here and there was no music, but this floor - such a contrast to the rest of the Tower, really, with its fresh springtime weather and blooming flowers - is such a potent reminder of better times that Din really can't help herself.
Three quick steps, and then a graceful leap. She lands, pivots, turns at the waist and brings her hands up towards the sky, tilting her chin up and allowing her eyes to slide shut. Her dance begins, and she's not at all inclined to stop it.
Anyone happening to pass by this floor that morning will see the Oracle of Seasons, caught up in a dance; she'll see them, too, as she opens her eyes, and a mischievous smirk will come over her face as she extends a hand to them, regardless of who they are or how outwardly threatening they might seem.]
Come, dance with me!
Early afternoon - the tower within the Tower.]
Heh.
[There's really no disguising the amusement Din feels when she sees the tower. So there's two towers here - one that they're trapped within, and one that they can enter and exit at will. Idly, she wonders if perhaps the floors within the second tower are also themed, and then not-so-idly she walks to the entrance. There was, after all, only one way to find out.
She pushes open the bottom door and peeks inside. Oh, it's dark... well, she can fix that. She holds out her left hand and murmurs an invocation to the Spirits of Summer under her breath, and a moment later a flame sparks into life in the palm of her hand. She brings it up, a little closer to her mouth, and breathes out gently; the flame flickers, then grows bigger until there's a little more light to see by. Good.
With that, Din steps into the tower and looks around curiously.]
Hello? [The place seems to be empty - her call echoes faintly, and she stops to listen. She can hear something moving, though it's entirely possible that it's one of the monsters that enjoys the darkness within this tower.] Is anyone here?
[Late afternoon - the circus.]
[Anyone going up or coming down the staircase might notice something a little different as they pass the eightieth floor.
Specifically, they might notice a violet-collared girl in the place of one of the tightrope walkers. There's no net below her, but that doesn't seem to bother her one iota, and she's not just sticking to a simple walk, either - Din's always been a bit of a thrillseeker and this is no different. She seems to be taking the tightrope backwards, one foot moving behind the other, until she bends her knees and leaps up, arching her body expertly so that she flips backwards before landing nimbly on the rope again.
She raises her arms and turns, lifting one leg as she does so in order to move into a bow that is coupled by a flourish, her golden bracelets clinking together. When she straightens up again, she finally puts her other foot firmly back on the rope.
It seems she's wandered a little too close and has been drawn into the performance, but at least the clowns haven't tried to make jump ropes of her intestines yet, and at least she seems to be enjoying herself, if the smirk on her face is any indication.]
Come one, come all, to the greatest performance you've ever seen!
no subject
Oh, don't worry! I'll show it to you, if I ever get it down correctly. By the way..where did you learn to dance?
no subject
[That's certainly not a question Din was expecting, but after a moment, she smiles.]
I learned from watching the world around me. The swaying of the leaves and the grass in the wind, the rising and setting of the sun, the river's flow, the cycle of birth and rebirth as the seasons pass - there's a rhythm in all of these things, and I express them through dance. That's always been how it is.
no subject
..Pardon, but are you a nature spirit of sorts?
no subject
[That makes her chuckle, and she shakes her head.]
No. I'm no spirit. [But she's not denying the connection to nature - she's never really been able to. It's always been there, and though she has simply neglected to mention it when the situation called for it, in the end it always came to light.]
no subject
Oh, I'm sorry then! I don't mean to be nosy, and I didn't mean to get it wrong..but for a moment there, you didn't sound..quite human. I apologize if I offend you though. I didn't mean to.
no subject
I just think it's a little funny - you're more perceptive than most people I've met so far. [Sure, Tohko was wrong about the spirit thing, but she had managed to make the connection between Din and nature without having it outright told to her.]
no subject
Well, I am a book girl. You have to be able to make connections if you're going to get everything out of a story sometimes.
no subject
[She hasn't really heard such a term before. Her first thought is "like Farore," seeing as the other Oracle carried around that book, but it doesn't feel quite right.]
no subject
no subject
[Din is quiet for a moment or two, and her expression is thoughtful.]
I don't think it's silly to hold on to such a title. Memories of home certainly shouldn't be cast aside, and, well - in a way, our titles do make up who we are.
no subject
Oh, don't worry. I agree with you..I'm just saying that even if others think it's silly, I'm not going to part with it.
no subject
...don't go parting with that, either.
no subject
no subject
no subject
late "I'm-off-hiatus-now" reply hahaha... there's no obligation to continue if it's been too long
It's alright! Don't worry about it! It's nice to have you back!~
[After all, she was always poking the bear and getting into spots where she would be killed..but there was something to say about her pure determination.]
no subject
no subject
no subject
no subject