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[swordcrazy]

Characters: AU Ghirahim and you!
Setting: Room 1-04, cafeteria, cathedral, graveyard, and then a general night prompt
Format: Actionspam, will match comments
Summary: The spirit of a holy sword is not happy about his situation.
Warnings: Standard Ghirahim warnings include being a creep, invading personal space, and unnecessary violence. Others will be added as they come up.

[Room 1-04, dormitory hallways]
[This is not what being sealed is like. Ghirahim knows what being sealed is like, and it does not involve waking up somewhere unknown in a tacky bodysuit.

He had been prepared for being sealed now that his role was done - was not happy about it, he could hardly imagine a fate more boring. But he'd been prepared, and all that was left to do was say his farewells to his master.

This was not the plan. And unusual complications to plans upset him, make him irritable.

Ghirahim doesn't intend to stay long in his room - just long enough to change out of the clothes he was given and into his normal attire. (He doesn't care if anyone is in the room to watch him do this.) Then, after that, he'll be out to explore the rest of the tower.

His priorities are simple: figure out what this place is, figure out if his master is here, see if something can die to let off steam.]

[Cafeteria, Floor 1]
[He takes the elevator, after finding out just how tall this tower is. He'll explore more on the way up, but the exit would of course be near the ground, if there is one.

Someone with a red collar gives him a bowl of oatmeal. It looks utterly bland at best. In fact, after he sits down and prods at it with a spoon before taking a small taste...]

This is disgusting. I won't have a single bite more of this trash.

[It's not actually that bad, but Ghirahim's standards are high. When you don't really need to eat, they tend to be.]

[Cathedral, Floor 13]
[There's no symbols of the goddess here, but it's obviously a place of worship nonetheless. Ghirahim stops his exploration here, if only to search the place.

What for, he's not sure. The goddess is not subtle in her signs. He refuses to do the interpretive dance part of translating messages - but he's always understood them. He may doubt Hylia's wisdom on many subjects, creating him and expecting him to turn out anything other than he was, but not knowing what she wants at all is...]

I wonder, if she isn't here at all, what would that make me?

[Without a hero to guide or a goddess to follow, he'd be without purpose. And it is difficult to imagine for him. So he keeps searching.]

[Graveyard, Floor 48]
[The sighting of his own name on a tombstone is what makes him pause on this floor. How strange. He's clearly alive, and in no need of a grave marker.

He might have overlooked that, but he spots a 'Link' on a nearby headstone. And when he goes to examine that one, he spots another grave with the same name.

Ghirahim searches the entire floor and counts two occasions of his name and ten of his master's. The numbers are what leave him at a loss. No man, not even the chosen hero, has died ten times. He knows that the markers mean something else, but he doesn't know what, and that leaves him profoundly unhappy.

What has happened to his master?

Ghirahim stays on this floor, sitting on a Link's tombstone, until darkness falls.]

[Anywhere, night]
[Night brings with it creatures meaning to kill anyone they sight.

Excellent. He was getting incredibly frustrated with this situation he's in, and there's nothing like bloodshed to cheer him up.

He slays monster after monster with daggers in the throat or his own swordplay. Most of them aren't challenging, and he toys with them before ending the game. It's not as fun when you can't see the fear in their eyes when they know they're outmatched, but it's something to keep him occupied.]

Comments

[swordcrazy]

Bits and pieces.

[He's a sword user, not a mage.]

[convections]

Well that's no fun. Leave something a little bigger for me, would you?

[swordcrazy]

Would a head do? I really can't guarantee much when I'm working off frustration.

[convections]

That depends, will it still be able to scream when I light it on fire?

[swordcrazy]

Wouldn't that be a pleasure? But I'm afraid most disconnected heads don't.

[convections]

Maybe you should just take me with you when you go looking, and I can light whoever it is on fire while you cut them up. Teamwork, right?

[swordcrazy]

I have enough faith in my own abilities not to need teamwork.

[i.e. I'm an egotistical sword and I can kill anybody myself]

[convections]

Confident, aren't you?

[She jabs angrily at her oatmeal again and wrinkles her nose as she brings it up to take another bite.] Look, if whoever was able to bring us here could do that when our worlds were getting destroyed, who says you're not going to need help?

[swordcrazy]

[Oh, right, there was a note about his world being destroyed. He'd almost forgotten.]

That assumes that you believe anything written on paper.

[convections]

The world was in a pretty bad situation before I got here. [That's an understatement; it was on a surefire path to destruction.] It wouldn't surprise me if it were true.

What, you don't believe it?

[swordcrazy]

Not a single word. My role was to stop that from happening, and I succeeded with great aplomb.

[Okay, so Demise had been revived, but then he and his master had defeated him, so that was better than him not being revived.]

[convections]

Really? [Her interest is piqued.] How'd you do that?

[swordcrazy]

Would you prefer the long answer or the short answer?

[Talking about himself is something he could go on at length about!]

The short one being that the demon lord was revived, and then I and my master killed him. That fixes a great deal of problems.

[convections]

Let's go with the long answer, I need something to distract me from how gross this food is.

So... demon lord, huh?

[swordcrazy]

By the name of Demise. A powerful demon who had long ago wiped out most life on the surface, and only was stopped by the goddess Hylia, who sealed him away. His seal only recently was broken, due to the stubborn intervention of one of his servants.

[He has a grudging respect for Fi, though he can't say he'd ever want to be like her.]

[convections]

[It's probably wrong that she giggles at that; it's a serious tale, and the destruction Demise had caused is no laughing matter, but...]

Demise? Who named him? They weren't very creative.

[swordcrazy]

I suppose the intention was 'a name you'd want to run away from'. It worked well enough.

[convections]

Huh. I guess that sounds scarier on your world, then. On Weyard, if someone introduced himself as Demise, he'd just get laughed at.

[swordcrazy]

Half of it is reputation, I assume. Once you've already established yourself as the biggest threat in existence, you could call yourself Fluffy and it would carry similar weight.

[convections]

[Jenna pauses to consider that and then nods, conceding the point.] I guess you're right. It's not the name that matters, it's what people think of when they hear it.

[swordcrazy]

[Anyway, more importantly...]

This is the point where I come into the story - you see, although the goddess sealed Demise away, she realized that he would break free again. So, for her chosen hero who would one day defeat the demon lord again, she made a sword that would be able to destroy evil, and to guide him on his journey she attached a spirit to that sword.

As if it weren't obvious, I am the sword spirit in question.