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vatheon2012-07-30 01:47 pm
evilisfabulous) wrote in vatheon2012-07-30 01:47 pm
Second-- Directionless
Who: Ghirahim and you
Where: Near where the Church used to be
When: After meeting Ganondorf (and sulking for a few weeks)
Style: starting with prose, will match!
Status: open
The caves were quiet and boring. But it had given Ghirahim time to fume, scream in rage, swing swords and knives into walls, and sulk. Anger is good. Yes. Anger keeps him going, helps him keep focused. Whipping himself into a fury to be vented in complicated revenge plots and in carving up walls is preferable to the sickening feeling that's been hounding him since his reincarnated master rejected him.
Rejected.
It's a sour feeling in the pit of his stomach, a disgusting, soggy weight on his mind. Rejected. By Demise. Ghirahim has but one purpose. One thing that delights and drives him. Serve Demise...by what the demon king instilled in him millennia before. Kill. Maim. Destroy. All in his name. Ghirahim has enjoyed every minute of it. Even when he was fighting Link, no matter how much the sky boy infuriated him, he enjoyed the thrill of the fight.
And Demise's reincarnation doesn't want it. Ganondorf doesn't want anything to do with him, or any of it. Sola refuses to take Ghirahim for himself. He is a sword without a master. A demon without a purpose.
It's driving him insane.
He stops on the outskirts of the city. Yes, that's good. A nice big solid wall. He walks over to it and slams his head into it a few times in order to burn off the sickening amount of frustration that's built up in him. Which is where people are likely to find him, given how loud the metallic clangs from the impact of his head against the wall are.
Where: Near where the Church used to be
When: After meeting Ganondorf (and sulking for a few weeks)
Style: starting with prose, will match!
Status: open
The caves were quiet and boring. But it had given Ghirahim time to fume, scream in rage, swing swords and knives into walls, and sulk. Anger is good. Yes. Anger keeps him going, helps him keep focused. Whipping himself into a fury to be vented in complicated revenge plots and in carving up walls is preferable to the sickening feeling that's been hounding him since his reincarnated master rejected him.
Rejected.
It's a sour feeling in the pit of his stomach, a disgusting, soggy weight on his mind. Rejected. By Demise. Ghirahim has but one purpose. One thing that delights and drives him. Serve Demise...by what the demon king instilled in him millennia before. Kill. Maim. Destroy. All in his name. Ghirahim has enjoyed every minute of it. Even when he was fighting Link, no matter how much the sky boy infuriated him, he enjoyed the thrill of the fight.
And Demise's reincarnation doesn't want it. Ganondorf doesn't want anything to do with him, or any of it. Sola refuses to take Ghirahim for himself. He is a sword without a master. A demon without a purpose.
It's driving him insane.
He stops on the outskirts of the city. Yes, that's good. A nice big solid wall. He walks over to it and slams his head into it a few times in order to burn off the sickening amount of frustration that's built up in him. Which is where people are likely to find him, given how loud the metallic clangs from the impact of his head against the wall are.
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Although he's fast approaching Sola's threshold of tolerance.]
I'm not a toy! Stop saying things like that!
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Why should I? It's the truth. There isn't a single creature that isn't used for the gods' ends. Stop acting like you're the only one who isn't! *he shoves Sola away from him. If that doesn't drive the hint home, he might have to resort to stronger measures.*
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I'm not the only one who isn't! No one is a toy or anything like that, at least not here. Ganondorf won't make you do anything, you said so yourself. Zelda and Link won't either, so you don't have to go around talking about killing people or masters or anything. You can be who you want.
[He chews his lip for a moment, glancing away to the ground.]
You don't have to be alone. You can have friends, too. I'd be your friend if you stopped being evil.
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Or what?
*he is a sword. A sword needs a proper master to wield it. It's the way of things. Really, Sola. You can be so stupid sometimes.*
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[He believes it so firmly. He has to, or else he's nothing but a what either...]
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Not even that wretched reborn Hylia knew who I was. I am forgotten in their time. Left to rust away somewhere in some forgotten place, or maybe buried in the ground for eternity. Who knows.
*useless is what he is now. Useless, useless, useless.*
Dreams are for humans. And so long as gods like Hylia continue to coddle them, there is no room for beings like you or me.
*and with that, he turns to leave. Just stop talking, Sola. It makes him uncomfortable and...sad. He's the lord of demons, he should not be sad.*
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...is there no room for us...?