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Your stalker showing up is the best way to ruin a date

Who: A Sparklepire, a shadow, and a demon (aka Johnny, Sola, and Ghirahim)
Where: A private little cafe off the plaza, tucked away down a side street
When: Late morning/early afternoon on the 12th
Style: Action
Status: Closed

[So this is a date.

The concept is still a foreign one. Sure there have been examples he's seen on tv in the programs his Trolldads watch but he's come to realize that tv is definitely not a lot like real life and this seems a lot more enjoyable than the fiascos in sitcoms.

A lot more enjoyable.

Johnny'd basically just spontaneously swept him off for a meal in this private little place he'd found and Sola loves the atmosphere. Plants hanging from baskets in the ceiling, bread sticks galore (his current food exploration is all about the carbs right now), and of course the company makes it all the better.

Despite any lingering doubts brought on by awkward conversations, despite anything else going on in the background ~~like creepy stalkers in his window at night~~, Sola's never been happier.

Bubbling over with all those warm and fuzzy feelings, Sola finishes his tale of moving from Larmline to Coral Corral.]

- so Psii totally made unpacking really fast since he can just move stuff around with his brain. I wish I could do that, it would be really cool and useful!

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[Johnny, honestly, couldn't think of a time when things were more okay. Yeah, he was alone here but, at the same time, he had never been less alone if the Hylian sitting across from him were any indication.

And he felt happy. Honestly happy. It was...strange but nice, definitely a feeling he could get used to.]

Aaah~ Telekinesis is a very useful skill~

[To be honest, he was perfectly content to just listen to whatever Sola wanted to talk about.]

[Which normally is how things would go, as excitable as Sola is he does tend to go on. This topic, however, is one he has questions for Johnny on.]

Can you do that? I know you can do all sorts of cool things. I can't do anything neat like that besides get all shadowy.

[And then only when he's angry or exceedingly upset so he doesn't really count it as much of a power.]

Like telekenisis? No. I can do a few things like fly, and heal myself and others. I don't know how cool the rest of it is, though.

[He puts his chin in his hand, curiosity on his face.]

Shadowy?

You can fly?!

[Obviously that's incredibly cool because Sola looks beyond delighted. He's always wanted to fly. Sometimes he even has dreams about it, soaring in the clouds on giant cuccos or wings of his own. It's different from his nightmares of falling; in these dreams he knows he'll always be caught, always be safe. ~~Not like it's collective Hylian racial memory or anything.~~]

Oh, um, I get all black and I dunno what else.

[Really it's not like he's ever watched himself do that.]

It's lame though! Tell me about flying.

[He chuckles.]

Nothing about you is lame, but if that's what you want.

I turn into a swarm of bats, I can carry people that way too.

Oh that.

[He tries not to look disappointed.]

Well I knew that! I just thought you meant fly like by yourself. The keese or bats or whatever are really neat though. What does that even feel like, to be a bunch of things at once instead of just you?

Hey hey~ Don't knock it till you try it, hmm~? I'll take you flying some time, if you want.

It's....strange. Like being pulled a thousand directions at once, but it doesn't hurt.

*Interesting. So very interesting. Sola had found himself such a strange creature to bond with. Not human...more like a demon. But certainly far more attractive than a bokoblin. It was good to know that his little "brother" had fine taste.

Ghirahim kept watch from a distance, staying out of sight of the two. He knew that Sola could sense him...and that was probably what made this the most fun.*

[~~Who the heck would date a bokoblin?~~]

That would be fun, as long as it doesn't.. hurt...

[Sola glances around uneasily as he begins to get that sense that he's being watched again. He flicks his ears nervously, losing much of his appetite despite half his lunch still sitting uneaten on his plate.]

...I think maybe we should go...

[Johnny was always sensing everyone at once so one more presence nearby would largely go ignored.

His expression turned to one of confusion and worry.]

Sola? What's wrong?

*Ghirahim steps from his hiding place, chuckling, arms folded across his chest. He's in Sola's immediate view, standing a friendly distance behind Johnny.

Hi.*

I can't imagine what might be distressing my...little brother. He's been so uneasy of late.

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[Ghirahim's sudden appearance sends Sola shooting to his feet, toppling the chair he'd just vacated as he-

Stands there. Ears back in distress. He doesn't know if he wants to place himself between Ghirahim and Johnny in a protective gesture or if he simply wants to grab the vampire's arm and run out of there as fast as possible, somehow get to safety. But nowhere is safe. He'd moved and Ghirahim had still shown up at his bedroom window as if he'd known all along where Sola was.

The replica braces his hands on the table to keep them from shaking.]

I told you no already! Why won't you leave me alone?!

Johnny, let's get out of here...

[Johnny turned to look at this new person when he spoke, but grew more concerned with Sola's reaction. This didn't look good.

He stood and moved himself so he was between Sola and the strange person, clearly, upsetting his loved one.]

Who are you? What do you want?

Hm? Sola, you won't introduce us? That's hardly polite.

I suppose I'll begin the introductions, then. I am Lord Ghirahim. Sola and I are both servants of the same master, in each our own ways.

I'm not anyone's servant! Master Ganondorf isn't here and Zelda said he's dead so just go away!

[Voice raising in strain, Sola grabs for Johnny's arm and tries to tug him away, just desperately wanting to be anywhere but here.]

[Johnny was still horribly confused and curious, but the one thing he did know was that Sola was upset and that was all that mattered.]

Come on, Sola, let's go.

[He turned, intending to walk away from this Girahim person.]

Don't follow us, this conversation's done.

*he's silent, all right. For all of five seconds.*

You know you were meant to wield me, Sola. You can't deny what you are. Or what I am.

[Grabbing Johnny's arm, Sola attempts not to look back but his fingers are white knuckled, his ears drooping to betray his state of mind. He keeps saying those things. What instead of who, toy, construct, verbally stripping Sola of his humanity. True he uses the same terms for himself but he seems to revel in it. Sola wants no such thing.

He wants to be a person, he wants a life, an identity of his own, as Sola, as Johnny's matesprit, as Link's brother. How can he do that with Ghirahim speaking to him as if his entire life is a lie? It makes him feel like he shouldn't try, like he's a doll wearing ill fitting clothes.

His voice is low, no longer screaming, just tense and downtrod as he attempts to leave the cafe with Johnny.]

Just shut up and go away...

[Johnny grit his teeth, trying hard not to say something to the creep who obviously upset Sola. If they could just walk away and get somewhere away from this guy, Johnny could find him later and they could 'talk.' The vampire had already caught the guy's scent, it wouldn't be too hard to find him.

He moved so that Sola could still have a grip on his arm while Johnny wrapped it around the Hylian's shoulders, urging him to ignore Girahim.

...if the guy didn't lay off or tired to follow them, though, Johnny didn't think he'd be able to wait for that 'talk.']

*Ghirahim smirked. He would get the rise he craved. And he knew exactly how to get it.*

You haven't told him about our little meeting last night, have you Sola?

[The color, what little there is of it, drains from Sola's face and he reflexively holds onto Johnny tighter. He hadn't told him. He'd wanted to handle it, to keep it to himself, but now the cat's out of the proverbial bag and Sola whirls on Ghirahim, lashing out defensively as if he'd been caught doing something he shouldn't.]

Shut up! Stoppit! Just leave me alone! I hate you! I don't want you and I'm never going to change my mind so stay away from me!

[There's fear in his voice, real fear, and yet something behind it as well. Some longing, that small spark of want for that raw power that Ghirahim had shown him. The things he could do with that sword...]

[That was enough to put the vampire on alert. He didn't know details, but he could guess and it set him into dangerous territory; at the very least, this guy was stalking Sola, at the very worst...

He pushed Sola behind him, glaring daggers at Girahim. When he spoke his tone was low and dangerous.]

Leave him alone. Now. Last warning.

*Ghirahim chuckles at Johnny's threat.* You're "warning" me? Do you have any idea what you're dealing with? You do, don't you Sola? Perhaps you should inform your companion before he ends up doing something he regrets.

[Sola looks between Ghirahim and Johnny, tension palpable and heavy, pressing down on the room, and he just can't take it. He claps his hands over his ears, hiding behind his matesprit and repeating 'stop it stop it stop it' in a raising crescendo of panic and stress.

Go away! Everyone just stop! I don't want this!

But Ghirahim is right, Sola knows the kind of power he has and if he uses that against Johnny, if he hurts Johnny...!

Suddenly darkening, Sola draws his sword in one fluid motion, darting forward past Johnny to vault the table and swing wildly at the demon. There's very little method or skill behind his strike, just pure frenzied adrenaline.]

I don't really care what I'm dealing with; you're hurting Sola, that's all that matters.
[ Johnny drew his sword, seemingly, from thin air and held it tip-up prepared to make this a fight.

He was about to tell Sola to get somewhere safe when he saw the flash of grey darting past him. He reached for the Hylian but couldn't grab him in time.]

Sola, don't-!

*Well. Ghirahim honestly wasn't expecting that. Sola manages several swipes at the shield protecting his body, clouds of diamonds branching from each strike.

He catches the sword finally, smirking at Sola.*

I do remember telling you that that sword is nothing more than a pale imitation of me.

*Ghirahim yanks the shadow closer by his sword, close enough that Sola can feel the demon's breath on his face as he exhales.*

You have too much energy. You should sit down and calm yourself.

*he clapped his free hand on Sola's shoulder and focused, attempting to siphon some of that delicious power that was so much like his master's into himself. Sola clearly had enough to spare.*

[He tries to struggle away but to no avail; Ghirahim is simply physically stronger than Sola. As soon as that hand meets his shoulder and Ghirahim just takes, the replica's eyes widen and he cries out, tendrils of shadow roping from his shoulder and coiling around Ghirahim's arm, undulating up to the demon's shoulder and wrapping around his form as he pulls at the fibers of the spell that make up Sola. It's not long before the shadow's arms feel like lead and his eyes threaten to drop closed, form sagging into Ghirahim as if exhausted.

It doesn't hurt. That's the most distressing thing is it doesn't hurt, but it feels like slipping away, like when he lay dying on the floor of the Water Temple. With a sudden, brief surge of panic Sola manages to shove himself away with a cry and stagger back, his sword left in Ghirahim's hand and complexion pale.]

[Sola's cry pushes Johnny into action and he dashes forward even as Sola staggers back, placing himself between the two again and brining his sword down on Girahim in an attempt to wound him.

He had no interest in killing the guy...not yet, anyway, he just needed to get him away from Sola.]

You bastard! I said leave him alone!

*It's everything he thought it would be. Ghirahim laughs at the familiarity of the energy. It's every bit Demise's power. Filtered through mortal hands, but it's him. He catches Sola as the shadow stumbles into him, chuckling in amusement even as he fights his way free.

He sees Johnny's blow coming, obvious as it is, and uses Sola's sword to parry it.*

He attacked me. I defended myself. He'll sleep very well tonight, but other than that I have not harmed him.

*Ghirahim licks his lips as he casts the shadowy sword aside and with a snap of his fingers, summons his own.*

You think you know everything we are? You know nothing. Sola is denying what he is, and denying the blade he was meant for. Denying me a new master. *he points the tip of his rapier at Johnny's chest.* And that has a tendency to make me very, very dangerous.

[Johnny smiled but it was far from pleasant, his chuckle dark and degrading.]

Is that supposed to be a threat, child?

You're fooling yourself if you think you scare me; I won't let you hurt someone I care about.

*Ghirahim doesn't even flinch.* The only "child" I see here is you. You make it sound as if I would hurt that boy. We're part of the same creature, he and I.

Stalking and harassing when he's clearly said no? That is hurting him, jackass. Besides, Sola's not apart of any 'creature' he's just Sola, so stop trying to make him feel otherwise.

[He took a step back and brought his blade up in a defensive stance.]

I f you won't leave him alone, I won't hesitate to cut you down.

[Johnny and Ghirahim's words waft to Sola as if in a dream. It's an effort to open his eyes, to push himself to sitting against one of the support beams of the building. He feels heavy and slow and when he finally does get his eyes open the room seems dim and blurry for a moment until his vision slowly fades into focus.

He wants to reach a hand out, try to stop them, try to keep Ghirahim from hurting Johnny. He's afraid that's what will happen. He knows Johnny is strong, it's not a matter of faith in his matesprit's abilities but instead a knowledge of his master's. If Ghirahim was truly made from the same stock as Sola and knows how to use it, he's a force to be reckoned with.

This is so stupid. Failing to protect himself, to protect Johnny... Sola attempts to raise an arm, reaching for the dark and light figures in front of him slowly fading back into focus, his voice so weak it likely cannot be heard over the din of the two combatants' banter.]

Stop...

*not hearing Sola's protest, Ghirahim just smirks at Johnny.*

It's obvious you have no idea what you're talking about. Do you really think it's as simple as that? We're not human, and we never were. We're not bound by the same ideals.

You should know that yourself, am I right?

[Johnny's hearing is acute and he knows he hears someething but he's far too invested in his current conversation for it to register.]

It doesn't matter what you or he are, I don't care, he's still a person and an individual, not a tool. Not some cog in a bigger machine, and I won't let you treat him like he is. Just back off!

[It had taken much of Sola's remaining energy just to mutter that one word and the Hylian slumps back against the support beam again, worrying at the outcome and his powerlessness to stop it so hard that the numbness in his toes and fingers goes unnoticed. He seems flat, somehow. More like a shadow.]

*Ghirahim just grins at Johnny, pressing the tip of his blade against Johnny's skin.* Hasn't anyone told you? We're all cogs in a machine. The toys of the gods. Free will means nothing.

[Johnny swung his blade up to deflect the blade threatening him.]

Bullshit. Don't blame deities for the fact you're too weak to break away and do what you want.

*Ghirahim deliberately strikes out at the blade in turn. The prospect of a fight is exciting. He's already licking his lips in excitement.*

"Weak", am I? I'll show you "weak"...

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Your stalker showing up is the best way to ruin a date

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Go ahead until they actually clash, then he'll speak again

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