From one underwater city to another

[the_drowned_desert]

Who: Ganondorf and you. Yes, you.
What: Showin' up and causing trouble without lifting a finger
Where: near the Lamufao
When: When normal people should be sleeping
Style: Brackets, brackets, unto infinity
Status: Open like a book

[If anyone is up at this late hour and happens to wander over to the Lamufao, they may just find an absurdly tall elderly gentleman hunched over on one of the benches nearby. He looks terribly tired, as if he had just recently seen everything he had worked for snatched from his grasp and the world fall down about him. Inwardly, while he's too tired to do much angsting about apparently being dead, he certainly finds it ironic that what appears to be the afterlife is an underwater city not unlike the one he had spent the greater part of his life sealed in, and where he had been turned to stone.

Go bother him?]

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[zelda_hylia]

[Zelda hadn't slept easy since Ghirahim's arrival in Vatheon. For whatever reason he hadn't sought her or Link out again. She's not naive enough to think it's her magic keeping him away. No, he must be planning something.

When her hand glows in the middle of the night indicating that the complete Triforce is within the city, she knows exactly what that something is.

The princess tears out of bed and runs to Link's room, throwing the door open. She didn't even bother to change out of her nightgown or put on a robe for once.]

Link.

[blessedbyfarore]

[Link had been sleeping relatively peacefully that night - at least, until a faint thread of anxiety had woven into his dreams, and his hand had tingled powerfully enough to wake him.]

[When Zelda races in, he's sitting up in bed, staring at his hand, face pale and distinct fear in his expression.]

...He's here, isn't he?

[zelda_hylia]

[Zelda clenches her fists and nods, stepping forward to clasp his hand.]

There is no point in us attempting to hide from him. He has sensed us just as surely as we sensed him.

[She takes a deep breath. What now?]

...we don't yet know when he is from. Or from which timeline... do you think we should speak with him?

[blessedbyfarore]

[Which timeline... if he and Zelda remembered different things, then there's no way of knowing whether this is the Ganondorf who killed him - or the one that he and Zelda sealed. He exhales, staring at the bed linen.]

I - I don't know. Maybe we should just wait and see.

[He hates this - hates the feeling of sick terror when he considers even the idea of his murderer being in Vatheon.]

[This place was supposed to be safe.]

[zelda_hylia]

[The princess lowers her head. Of course Link doesn't want to see him. He died at his hands, after all. But still... but still!]

...no. We can't. We can't allow him time to grow comfortable here. He is powerful, with time he could create monsters. Build himself another fortress.

[Come after us. He'll come after us if we don't go to him first!]

He will be disoriented. He doesn't know what this place is, and right now he'll be right next to the coral. If he tries to hurt us, we can use it for energy. We should go.

[heartandsoul]

[Of course Maka shouldn't be awake at this hour, but since when has she ever made decisions that were sound? Now is obviously the best time to be restocking pet food and whatever passes for sustenance for herself currently.

Seeing Ganondorf causes her to pause and approach out of concern.]

Sir? Are you all right?

[the_drowned_desert]

...As well as one newly deceased can be I suppose.

[He sounds as tired as he looks; perhaps even moreso.]

[heartandsoul]

Ah...

[Yeah, that...death is a pretty hard thing to deal with, especially when you unexpectedly revive.]

Sir, have you been told where you are yet? Do you need a towel? Maybe something to eat? [A pause as she thinks over what else could be offered as a solution.] Have you...touched the coral yet? It gives back your energy.

[candidblue]

[ Bulla is out and about for no reason in particular. To clear her head, mostly, seeing as her father vanishing hadn't left her in the best mood.

She notices the tall, depressed looking guy by the coral, and heads over to see whats up. Curiosity, and all that. ]

So what's your deal, anyway?

[the_drowned_desert]

[Ganondorf gives her a mildly confused look.]

...I do not recall making any deals recently.

[What is this "slang" you speak of youngster?]

[not_heavens_adam]

[Johnny always kept odd hours, so wandering the plaza at night was nothing new. The sight of the man on the bench, however, was. Johnny was certain he'd never seen him around, he looked like he could use some company, and the vampire was willing to offer, so he quietly made his way over and plopped down onto the other end of the bench. He lit up a cigarette before he spoke.]

You look like you've had a rough day. Did you just arrive here?

[the_drowned_desert]

[The vampire receives a humorless chuckle in response.]

I suppose seeing the last remnants of your life brought down around your ears and ending with a sword in your skull constitutes as a rough day, yes.

[not_heavens_adam]

[Johnny winces, a little sorry he asked.]

Damn...that's one hell of a bad day.

[He pauses a moment, debating what to say.]

...I know it might not seem like much of a comfort now, but this place isn't so bad once you get used to it. You can start over here; doesn't really matter how bad it sucked before.

[the_drowned_desert]

[A new start... That was certainly a nice prospect. However...]

Beginning anew is a difficult thing. Moreso when a constant reminder of that which you strove to change surrounds you... [He gestures to the bubble.] ...A constant reminder of past failings.

[missiles]

[Different things happened at different hours, so Grit kept the weirdest schedule. Sometimes he'd stay awake all night and day and sleep for a long time. There was no war here. He could finally relax. And so, he decided to start looking around. And then happened to run into this overly large man who seemed to be tired. So he moved over to him and slipped in to sit on the arm of the bench.]

Probably time soon to get some rest.

[the_drowned_desert]

...I suppose, though that would require a place to sleep.

[And all things considered, it's a bit difficult for Ganondorf to get any shut-eye when he can quite clearly see the ocean looming above his head. Centuries spent looking at a similar backdrop does not a comforting sight make.]

[missiles]

Ya haven't found a place?

[He found one on his very first day here. Rubbing his chin, he looked the man over carefully.]

Have ya been shown around yet? Cause that's the easiest way to find a place.

[evilisfabulous]

*like so many others from their world, he knows the moment that Ganondorf arrives. Ghirahim has kept watch since he arrived, hoping, and even desperately attempting to tie him and the sky boy's replica together as one entity. The reason for the latter was simple. He was masterless, something that in his entire existence he had only experienced once. He was not going to endure it a third time. Not with him here.

He knows it's Demise. Even through the mortal husk, he can sense it. And it makes him absolutely giddy in anticipation.

With a snap of his fingers he appears before Ganondorf, only barely concealing his excitement at the resonance between them.*

I've finally found you...Master.

[the_drowned_desert]

[For his part, Ganondorf can't help but raise an eyebrow at the strange being before him. He certainly doesn't recall ever having this... Well, he's not quite sure what to categorize Ghirahim as. He rather reminds him of those dogs that had wandered the square of the town at the foot of the hill Hyrule castle stood on back in the days before his first hostile takeover though.]

...I am fairly certain we have not met before.

[evilisfabulous]

Not in this lifetime of yours, no.

*he bows respectfully before he continues.*

My name is Ghirahim... There was a time when you were king of the demons that nearly conquered this world, and as your right hand, I resurrected you when the goddess Hylia sealed your power.

*only to watch his beloved master fall again...*

[the_drowned_desert]

[Hylia... It had been long since he last heard that name.]

So she was not simply an old legend then...

[He strokes his beard in thought. If this hound was indeed telling the truth, this would explain much.]

What proof can you offer me of this beyond your own word?

[blitz_acing]

[Usually, Tidus would be up at the very earliest in the morning, when he could be alone for a little while. Tonight, he had woken up sooner than usual, but he didn't bother to try and go back to sleep. Instead, mild curiosity and too much energy has him checking out the rest of the city, until he ends up at the Lamufao. That guy looks pretty tall.]

Hi. You don't look so good.

Apparently this is not destined to be an exceptionally serious conversation.

[the_drowned_desert]

[Of all the things Ganondorf was expecting, Tidus certainly isn't one of them. It was easy enough to accept his own death, and even that he's trapped in an underwater bubble again: neither are anything new. The blond's outfit though isn't even remotely like anything he's ever seen before, and throws him off-kilter enough to wonder if perhaps he nodded off at some point and was having some bizarre dream. Whatever the truth of the matter, he's just sitting there staring; only a bit of his internal confusion makes it to his face.]

Nope, it looks that way.

[blitz_acing]

[Tidus is patient enough to wait or Ganondorf to answer--to at the very least look as if he might be thinking of a response--for ten seconds, before he starts to wonder if there's something else wrong with the guy that has nothing to do with his arrival. Had he even heard him? Maybe he hadn't understood what he said. He'd never encountered that problem in the bubble before, though... Frowning faintly, he goes with the next logical step and starts waving a hand right in his face.]

Sorry it took a bit long for the reply. ^^;

[the_drowned_desert]

[This snaps the old man out of his shock. Never had he met someone bold enough to actually do that to their elders.]

...Did your mother never teach you manners boy?