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towerofanimus2013-05-02 11:56 pm
sageprincess) wrote in towerofanimus2013-05-02 11:56 pm
Entry tags:
- [au1] enoch,
- [au1] link,
- [au2] john egbert,
- [au3] revolver ocelot,
- [au5] saber (stay night),
- [ou] amelia (fire emblem),
- [ou] america,
- [ou] fado,
- [ou] feferi peixes,
- [ou] gandalf,
- [ou] kanji tatsumi,
- [ou] legolas,
- [ou] link (ssp),
- [ou] lucifel,
- [ou] luke fon fabre,
- [ou] naoya,
- [ou] neal cassidy,
- [ou] riku,
- [ou] saber (alter),
- [ou] sheba (golden sun),
- [ou] solas greine,
- [ou] xion,
- [ou] yu narukami,
- [ou] zelda (oot)
Take every moment; you know that you own them
Characters: Zelda, a box, her trusted friends and allies, and you!
Setting: One of the ladies' bathrooms, the cafeteria, the workshop, and somewhere else...
Format: Starting action, but can do prose!
Summary: A new month, a new plot point in Zelda's mailbox. In less resistance related news, stopping to smell the roses (or the rose flavored tea) is good for the soul, and the Princess is terrible at sewing.
Warnings:DEAR GOD THE TL;DR None as of yet.
Mailroom -> Bathroom; closed
[Ever since Dax's death, it's become routine. Wake up, get ready for the day, check the mail. Most of the time, there's nothing, and Zelda moves on with her day without a second thought. Sometimes, she receives letters - requests, offers of assistance, statements of solidarity, all varying in urgency, and she spends some time thinking of what to do regarding them. Sometimes she receives gifts, most often in the form of food, and she is quick to share the bounty with her descendant. Once, she received a particularly cruel package - a snowglobe of her castle, but without the snow to imply it is anything but underwater - and she can't imagine the workers in the mailroom enjoyed cleaning up the shattered, wet pieces of glass after she threw it against the wall (April was not a good month).
Regardless, the routine of checking the mail has given her some sense of normalcy, and on average, has brought her more hope than despair.
That fact continues to hold true on the first of May, as she opens door number 0001 to see a very familiar box (how could she forget it when she carried the thing out of Dax's room, when Ruler died seeing them to it?) simply sitting there, as though it wasn't touted as the key to removing the "obstacles" keeping the Tower populace from making their own choices.
She can't help a sharp inhale when she sees it and reads the short note attached, and she finds her eyes sliding to the side, to where the retrieval unit watching her stands silently. Do they know? Guy didn't mention anything about it when he spoke of what she told him while brainwashed into obedience, but... the others...? They haven't been able to talk about it since, and... could it be a trick? Could Jason have somehow taken the image from her mind and mimicked it in one cruel twist of the knife?
If he did... she couldn't bear if the others were exposed to any more danger because of her.
With equal parts hope and fear, Zelda takes the box from the cubby, tucks the note into a pocket, and starts up the stairs. Twenty or so flights isn't so bad with Farore's Wind, and soon she's even lost the unit trailing her. Which was the idea. She makes quick work of stealing away into the ladies' restroom, and as she hides away in one of the stalls (just... for good measure), she finds herself thinking of things over a year in the past, now. When Gandalf first approached her, when he said it was her destiny (and, oh, how she's grown to hate that word) to lead the people of this place out of here to somewhere better. When she said she was inexperienced, and she feared failure in such a monumental duty more than anything else.
How things have changed.
She breathes in, deeply, steeling herself for the worst and praying desperately for the best, and slowly, she opens the lid...]
Cafeteria; open
[And now for something completely different.
With a new month comes a new menu in the cafeteria, and while you can usually count Ruana to make meals thematic to some holiday and Jason to give nothing bunch water and nutribars, Riki has always been harder to pin down. But whatever she was expecting, it certainly wasn't this! The fragrant smell of flowers wafts over the cafeteria like a spring breeze, and for a moment, she isn't in the cafeteria at all, but rather her flower-filled courtyard from so long ago. Perhaps it's only a fleeting moment of pleasure at best in this place, but she feels like indulging, just this once.
In a rare display of contentment, Zelda can be found off to the side of the cafeteria, merrily nibbling at her breakfast and breathing in the sweet smell of her tea.]
Workshop; open
[Let it never be said Zelda is one to lose herself in indulgence, however! There is always work to be done, and not all of it id directly resistance related. Towers of monsters, horror, and death are not exactly kind to clothing, and after nearly sixteen months trapped within one, the Princess is beginning to run out of clothes. Her lessons back in Hyrule never got to the point of complex sewing, but it cannot be that hard, right? She has been hard at work the past few days, measuring and cutting and measuring again, and she thinks she's got the fabric at a point where it's ready to start sewing together.
... And then she actually tries sewing it together.
After the twentieth time of seeing the whole thing fall apart and the thirtieth time the thread's gotten tangled, the determined Princess of Hyrule drops her head to the workbench in defeat, sighing in frustration.
Sewing actually is kind of hard.]
Bathrooms, May 3rd; closed
[After sending out as many letters as she could to people she believes she can trust, Zelda now waits to reap what she's sown. She cannot possibly do this alone - the tower is far too large for her to take on herself. Especially if only a few of these 'microchips' can be on someone's person at a time.
Sure, it might seem a bit strange for someone to just... hang out in the bathroom, but if anyone asks, she simply tells them she's trying to get some peace away from her stalker unit.
And as for the men she contacted... well, they will find a rather androgynous Sheikah waiting in her place.]
Setting: One of the ladies' bathrooms, the cafeteria, the workshop, and somewhere else...
Format: Starting action, but can do prose!
Summary: A new month, a new plot point in Zelda's mailbox. In less resistance related news, stopping to smell the roses (or the rose flavored tea) is good for the soul, and the Princess is terrible at sewing.
Warnings:
Mailroom -> Bathroom; closed
[Ever since Dax's death, it's become routine. Wake up, get ready for the day, check the mail. Most of the time, there's nothing, and Zelda moves on with her day without a second thought. Sometimes, she receives letters - requests, offers of assistance, statements of solidarity, all varying in urgency, and she spends some time thinking of what to do regarding them. Sometimes she receives gifts, most often in the form of food, and she is quick to share the bounty with her descendant. Once, she received a particularly cruel package - a snowglobe of her castle, but without the snow to imply it is anything but underwater - and she can't imagine the workers in the mailroom enjoyed cleaning up the shattered, wet pieces of glass after she threw it against the wall (April was not a good month).
Regardless, the routine of checking the mail has given her some sense of normalcy, and on average, has brought her more hope than despair.
That fact continues to hold true on the first of May, as she opens door number 0001 to see a very familiar box (how could she forget it when she carried the thing out of Dax's room, when Ruler died seeing them to it?) simply sitting there, as though it wasn't touted as the key to removing the "obstacles" keeping the Tower populace from making their own choices.
She can't help a sharp inhale when she sees it and reads the short note attached, and she finds her eyes sliding to the side, to where the retrieval unit watching her stands silently. Do they know? Guy didn't mention anything about it when he spoke of what she told him while brainwashed into obedience, but... the others...? They haven't been able to talk about it since, and... could it be a trick? Could Jason have somehow taken the image from her mind and mimicked it in one cruel twist of the knife?
If he did... she couldn't bear if the others were exposed to any more danger because of her.
With equal parts hope and fear, Zelda takes the box from the cubby, tucks the note into a pocket, and starts up the stairs. Twenty or so flights isn't so bad with Farore's Wind, and soon she's even lost the unit trailing her. Which was the idea. She makes quick work of stealing away into the ladies' restroom, and as she hides away in one of the stalls (just... for good measure), she finds herself thinking of things over a year in the past, now. When Gandalf first approached her, when he said it was her destiny (and, oh, how she's grown to hate that word) to lead the people of this place out of here to somewhere better. When she said she was inexperienced, and she feared failure in such a monumental duty more than anything else.
How things have changed.
She breathes in, deeply, steeling herself for the worst and praying desperately for the best, and slowly, she opens the lid...]
Cafeteria; open
[And now for something completely different.
With a new month comes a new menu in the cafeteria, and while you can usually count Ruana to make meals thematic to some holiday and Jason to give nothing bunch water and nutribars, Riki has always been harder to pin down. But whatever she was expecting, it certainly wasn't this! The fragrant smell of flowers wafts over the cafeteria like a spring breeze, and for a moment, she isn't in the cafeteria at all, but rather her flower-filled courtyard from so long ago. Perhaps it's only a fleeting moment of pleasure at best in this place, but she feels like indulging, just this once.
In a rare display of contentment, Zelda can be found off to the side of the cafeteria, merrily nibbling at her breakfast and breathing in the sweet smell of her tea.]
Workshop; open
[Let it never be said Zelda is one to lose herself in indulgence, however! There is always work to be done, and not all of it id directly resistance related. Towers of monsters, horror, and death are not exactly kind to clothing, and after nearly sixteen months trapped within one, the Princess is beginning to run out of clothes. Her lessons back in Hyrule never got to the point of complex sewing, but it cannot be that hard, right? She has been hard at work the past few days, measuring and cutting and measuring again, and she thinks she's got the fabric at a point where it's ready to start sewing together.
... And then she actually tries sewing it together.
After the twentieth time of seeing the whole thing fall apart and the thirtieth time the thread's gotten tangled, the determined Princess of Hyrule drops her head to the workbench in defeat, sighing in frustration.
Sewing actually is kind of hard.]
Bathrooms, May 3rd; closed
[After sending out as many letters as she could to people she believes she can trust, Zelda now waits to reap what she's sown. She cannot possibly do this alone - the tower is far too large for her to take on herself. Especially if only a few of these 'microchips' can be on someone's person at a time.
Sure, it might seem a bit strange for someone to just... hang out in the bathroom, but if anyone asks, she simply tells them she's trying to get some peace away from her stalker unit.
And as for the men she contacted... well, they will find a rather androgynous Sheikah waiting in her place.]
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Does he now? I knew he could do the little, detail kind of work, but I did not know the extent of his ability. Perhaps I will ask him, if I truly cannot figure this out on my own.
[Because talking to a baby about not knowing how to sew is one thing - talking to someone who doesn't know she hasn't really been raised as a princess her whole life yet respects her as such anyway is another entirely. At least in her mind.]
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[America darts closer, watching her untangle thread.] Can I help?
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Hm? Ah... all right, if you would like. [Making sure the needle is well out of his reach, she moves the mess of fabric closer to him, plucking the thread out of it as she does.] Just pull the thread out gently, like this.
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S-so cute.]
You can pull the thread a little harder than that, it is all right.
[Things Zelda will regret saying in 3... 2...]
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Actually, he might drag her along, too, like she weighed nothing at all.]
Uh--I guess that was too hard.
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Yep, down she goes, because really, who expects such a small child to have that much strength? She lays where she's fallen for a moment, stunned, then slowly picks herself up.]
Y... Yes. Yes, that... was a bit too much.
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[Casually... tucking her hair back into place. Considering she wasn't expecting it, the whole thing was fairly easily yanked out of her grip. She starts gathering it up again, straightening it out, but she can't help glancing oddly at the boy.]
I suppose I see why you were so careful before.
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'Empire'? 'Colony'? Is that some sort of game between you two?
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The logical, rational part of her brain says she should take what this boy says with a grain of salt. He's a small child, after all, and Goddesses know she had quite the imagination at his (apparent) age.
... And yet. Just enough of it clicks with other things she's heard - Arthur "growing up around royalty," the fact even Ruana refers to him as 'England' - that she wonders...]
So... wait. 'England' is not just a nickname?
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[Sorry, America, she needs a moment to let that sink in. That... does explain why he seems so personally invested in history...
... Goddesses, she asked a country how to be a monarch! How foolish she must have looked!]
Forgive me, but how does that... work, precisely?
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I didn't know for a long time what I was, though. It's confusing!
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[TRYING SO HARD TO UNDERSTAND. Some sort of guardian spirit seems close enough-- though that might just be her own feelings about Arthur being projected.]
I can only imagine it would be. Did Arthur not tell you?