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towerofanimus2014-01-11 09:52 am
zelfies) wrote in towerofanimus2014-01-11 09:52 am
Δ but is there a floor of just pots?
Characters: Link + open!
Setting: Dorm floor 1 and various other floors
Format: starting in prose, feel free to switch to brackets
Summary: Link arrives in the Tower and does a little exploring
Warnings: none so far
Dormitory floor 1, the surrounding halls of room 1-08
A tiny blond boy poked his head out of room 1-08 in the early afternoon of January 10th. He could have just as easily been friends with Rudolph, if it weren't for the (miniature) sword and shield he carried on his back. Pointy ears, little boots, a matching cap and tunic. He was obviously confused, eyes darting up and down the hall as he crept into view and shut the door behind him.
In a short life that had recently taken a turn for the unpredictable, this was the weirdest thing Link had seen yet.
He had read the letters, committed them to memory as well as he could. He wasn't about to take them to heart without at least learning more, especially not the one about the world ending. He was still here, right? Wherever here was.
What to do, then? Have a look around, of course. Start with all of these doors and see what he found! Link began travelling down the hall, knocking on doors and poking into each bedroom as he went. That always worked, right? There had to be something.
Floor 90
Here, Link felt more at home. He was travelling one by one through the floors, undeterred by the sheer magnitude of the tower.
Eyes darting between the stairs that would take him farther on his journey and the gently rippling waters of the lagoon, Link decided that taking a second to "test" the water couldn't hurt. He slipped his boots off and left them in the grass, smiling to himself as the sand of the beach ran over his toes.
He had yet to notice the occasional rippling of a fin gliding over the water's surface.
Floor 45
"Ooh..." Link's eyes widened as he set foot on the landing of the observatory. He frowned, though, when he noticed that it didn't offer much insight at all as to what was out there. It was only clouds. He was too high up, then?
He began to run around the perimeter of the great glass room, just to be sure.
Passing between floors 24 and 22
Twenty-four was completely empty and twenty-two was just filled with a bunch of paintings, he discovered from having a quick look around. Although it was odd that they would have a completely empty floor, that wasn't what confused him the most.
Where was twenty-three?
Link could be found jogging from floor to floor, as if hoping that somehow, this time, it would magically appear. If that didn't work, he'd be looking around on the surrounding floors. A secret switch? A door that he missed? There must be something somewhere!
Setting: Dorm floor 1 and various other floors
Format: starting in prose, feel free to switch to brackets
Summary: Link arrives in the Tower and does a little exploring
Warnings: none so far
Dormitory floor 1, the surrounding halls of room 1-08
A tiny blond boy poked his head out of room 1-08 in the early afternoon of January 10th. He could have just as easily been friends with Rudolph, if it weren't for the (miniature) sword and shield he carried on his back. Pointy ears, little boots, a matching cap and tunic. He was obviously confused, eyes darting up and down the hall as he crept into view and shut the door behind him.
In a short life that had recently taken a turn for the unpredictable, this was the weirdest thing Link had seen yet.
He had read the letters, committed them to memory as well as he could. He wasn't about to take them to heart without at least learning more, especially not the one about the world ending. He was still here, right? Wherever here was.
What to do, then? Have a look around, of course. Start with all of these doors and see what he found! Link began travelling down the hall, knocking on doors and poking into each bedroom as he went. That always worked, right? There had to be something.
Floor 90
Here, Link felt more at home. He was travelling one by one through the floors, undeterred by the sheer magnitude of the tower.
Eyes darting between the stairs that would take him farther on his journey and the gently rippling waters of the lagoon, Link decided that taking a second to "test" the water couldn't hurt. He slipped his boots off and left them in the grass, smiling to himself as the sand of the beach ran over his toes.
He had yet to notice the occasional rippling of a fin gliding over the water's surface.
Floor 45
"Ooh..." Link's eyes widened as he set foot on the landing of the observatory. He frowned, though, when he noticed that it didn't offer much insight at all as to what was out there. It was only clouds. He was too high up, then?
He began to run around the perimeter of the great glass room, just to be sure.
Passing between floors 24 and 22
Twenty-four was completely empty and twenty-two was just filled with a bunch of paintings, he discovered from having a quick look around. Although it was odd that they would have a completely empty floor, that wasn't what confused him the most.
Where was twenty-three?
Link could be found jogging from floor to floor, as if hoping that somehow, this time, it would magically appear. If that didn't work, he'd be looking around on the surrounding floors. A secret switch? A door that he missed? There must be something somewhere!
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"Hm..." Link folded his arms, eyeing Ghirahim thoughtfully. A guiding spirit for the hero, huh? "Do you know the King of Red Lions?" He perked up, hoping he had found a similarity. He had carried the Master Sword, and even restored its power! But there hadn't been any sign of this guy.
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Idea!
"Were you with the hero that was before me?" Not the best way of wording the question, but...
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Ghirahim pauses, and adds what little information he has himself. "I will say that, when I was guiding the hero, there had only been one hero before him. So that leaves you somewhere down the road."
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"I thought there was only one hero before me. But I guess that means there's a lot more, then." At least two others. The legends didn't tell of a spirit that lived within the Master Sword, but given that it had lost its power over the centuries, Link guessed that it could have been possible.
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Really, not even knowing that they came from the surface? Ghirahim scoffs.
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"We have legends of him. That's why I had to wear this outfit." He pulled at the skirt of his tunic. "It was just supposed to be for my eleventh birthday, though."
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It's not meant as insultingly as it could be: though there is a hint of 'really, this is who we have to wield me' in the words, so far Ghirahim sees no reason to outright disrespect the wielder of his sword.
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"It all kinda... happened. My little sister was kidnapped and brought to the Forsaken Fortress, then it all just... happened from there."
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At least in his time, they'd kidnapped the vessel of the goddess. Kidnapping the hero's sister is just stupid.
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"Didn't work out for him."
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[ahaha.wav]
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But enough of talking about Ganondorf. He was at the bottom of the Great Sea, and he wasn't coming back.
haaaaahaha..."I got her back, though." And he was still proud of that, yes he was.
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It's not actually sarcasm. If he's the hero, he has to have done something worth noting.
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"I... Kind of, yeah." Link's toe tapped against the ground.
"I'll see you around?"
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Not one to leave a conversation on anyone else's terms, Ghirahim snapped his fingers and disappeared in a flash of diamonds, despite the fact that it was his own room Link had entered.
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A spirit of the Master Sword... He'd have to think on what, exactly, that meant at a later time.