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?]

Comments

[evilisfabulous]

*Ghirahim just smiled, not even moving as he reached out to Ganondorf, sensing along the lines of his soul for the part that was still his anchor of power, the connection that was made millennia before Ganondorf was even born. He pulls on it, surging it with power of his own, an electric current that traveled into Ganondorf in turn.*

You made me what I am a lifetime ago. I am still your humble servant...your sword.

[the_drowned_desert]

[Ganondorf tenses at the feeling. While certainly rather definitive proof, having his soul touched without his permission is very unsettling.]

You are never to do that again.

[evilisfabulous]

My apologies. You asked for proof...

But I give my word that it will not happen again.

*It doesn't even faze him. He's still smiling, still excited. His master is alive. They couldn't destroy him even with the power of the gods...

He comes closer, his stance and gestures revealing zero intent to inflict any harm. Almost reverent, even.*

It is proof you still have your power, Master. You can finish what you started all those millennia ago--! The realm of the goddess will be ruled or destroyed by your hand!

[the_drowned_desert]

[Of all answers he could have received, it is doubtful Ghirahim had expected the dark, almost crazed laughter that issues forth from Ganondorf.]

You speak as if that were at all possible anymore. Hyrule is no more, buried forever beneath the vast sea. Sealed away for ages, until the last king of the land used the power of the goddesses to forever drown the land. And...

[There is a slight pause, possibly for dramatic effect.]

...What makes you believe that is what I seek now?

[evilisfabulous]

*The land of the gods, destroyed by the gods themselves. It's so poetic and twisted. Ghirahim can't help but laugh himself. What a delicious irony...

Until Ganondorf speaks again. That shuts him up.

...No. He heard wrong. That's all. His voice obscured his Master's words.*

It is what you wanted, isn't it? The Triforce? Ownership of what that wretched goddess kept hidden away?