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Who: Ghirahim and Vatheon
Where: EVERYWHERE. Just make a note of where in your comments!
When: Friday. Wrathday.
Style: prose to start, will match
Status: open

It should have been like any other day in this bizarre undersea city. But it very much wasn't. Not for Ghirahim. The moment he woke up he was consumed by it... A fire in his blood and his mind that set at least five different fuses on fire. It didn't take them long to go off.

Ghirahim's temper had always been volatile, but this... this was an all-consuming rage and hatred of everything--everyone--around him. He hadn't even bothered to keep up the pretense of being something akin to human. His first victims are in the plaza. With sword and flying daggers he lays into the common people of Vatheon, his metallic skin soon covered in their blood. Normally this ends his impulse. A release from the anger that consumes him.

Instead it only makes it worse.

He lashes out again. And again. Someone tries to knock him out with a glass milk jug to the head. He whirls and slices the man open from groin to sternum. He's dead before he even hits the ground. "Such delicate...mortal...easily broken creatures. What is so special about you?! Hm?"

There's no answer, of course. And still, there is no release from the violent fury that's taken hold of him. He departs to find somewhere besides a now-empty plaza to vent his anger, leaving an easily-followed, bloody trail in his wake.

((ooc: Ghirahim is heavily affected by the wrath curse! Consider yourself warned--if you do put your character in this thread there is a strong chance they will be killed unless they can fight back to some degree. Of course, no actual killing will happen unless we talk it out first. Hit me up on Plurk or AIM to discuss!))

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"Betray you?!"

Sola takes a diving leap and rolls to the side, the shield on his back deflecting the majority of the flurry before the replica is forced to whip the curved metal from his back and present it as a barrier between himself and his enraged opponent. The force of Ghirahim's blow sends him skidding back on one knee almost a foot, tearing the knee of his leggings and shaking his arm, the clang of metal on metal reverberating through his bones and making his teeth clatter painfully. He'd had to bring the shield up too soon as well, making his back a mess of thin slashes from the few daggers that had been let through his guard.

But still he holds his place, shield between himself and Ghirahim.

"You tried to kill me!"

His own anger sparks, furious and emotionally hurt. Ghirahim had asked him to be his moirail only to use him, that had to be it. He'd wanted him around so he could suck that power from him until he was dry, vanished from the conscious world.

With a furious cry, Sola pulls a bomb from his stock and connects it right against Ghirahim's face, ducking under his shield again a split second before the explosion rocks him backwards.

Thank goodness for unbreakable Hylian shields.

Edited 2012-08-31 19:43 (UTC)

Ghirahim screams at the explosion, staggering back a good few feet while trying to clear his head from the brief concussion. The glass over the red gem in the center of his chest is completely shattered, revealing the crystal that serves as his heart.

He stays frozen like that for a dangerously long minute before he looks back at Sola in overspilling rage. His sharp teeth screech like metal on metal as he grinds them together. His body is shaking.

"You wretched little brat. I'll show you what it looks like when I try to kill someone..."

Ghirahim lunges forward without even trying to resort to weapons, too furious to even attempt magic. He aims a kick at Sola, trying to flip him over so he can pin him down and strangle him with bare hands.

Sola falls back with the kick, Ghirahim's toe having caught the bottom lip of his shield and sent it flying. As Ghirahim descends on him, the Hylian places a foot on his chest and pushes aiming to send the construct flipping over him with his own momentum, though whether this is a conscious decision on Sola's part or a happy accident in panic is anyone's guess. He has no shield, his sword is still sheathed, pressing painfully against the lacerations in his back, and he can't get at anything else in his arsenal with Ghirahim baring down on him as he is.

If this doesn't work to put some distance between them, he'll be in some serious trouble.

He's solid metal. Which means he weighs a lot, but that just makes the momentum even more effective against him. He screams in anger and surprise, landing on his back in a daze.

It doesn't take him long, however, before he starts trying to get up again.

Scrambling, Sola rolls to his feet with a grunt and a sharp intake of breath at the pressure on his wounds from the movement. He draws his sword in a quick motion as he moves to plant a heavy boot on Ghirahim's abdomen, sword point directly over the exposed and pulsing crystal.

If he makes one move, Sola will plunge the sword as deep as it will go.

"Why did you try and kill me?! After going on about being the same and being brothers!? Did you just ask me to be your moirail so you could use me for my energy?! Tell me why!!"

His hand shakes, the sword point wavering just a little as Sola's eyes narrow to ruby slits in his frustration and scathing anger.

Even in his anger, Ghirahim knows when he's been cornered. Aside from pain, if that crystal is shattered, he will die. He knows it.

Instead of fighting, he glares up at Sola. "I don't know what you're talking about. I only took your energy once!"

"You made me fall apart!"

The tip of the blade wavers dangerously again as Sola shouts, all the fear he'd felt, all the worry, the anger, the anguish that he would die again, this time for good. Never see Johnny again, never see anyone, just be gone in that interminable nothingness...

"If it wasn't for Zelda, I wouldn't be here because you decided to do that! We're not moirails!" His voice cracks, the screaming having taken its toll on his vocal chords. "We're not even friends if you'd do that to me! I thought you were learning, but..."

The Hylian surveys the bloody scene around them, still angry but calmer, more remorse and pity shown. "You haven't learned anything."

He growls, shouting back with equal frustration. "Why didn't you say anything, you fool?! I only borrowed it! I would have given it back."

Ghirahim watches Sola's gaze, and he understands. He understands, but he's laughing. "I can't make it stop. All day... no matter what, I want to rip them all apart... And nothing I do can make it stop!"

He grabs for Sola's wrist, trying to rip the sword out of his grasp.

"It doesn't matter! You broke it!"

The Hylian bares down but Ghirahim's yelling gives him pause. He can't control it? And... he would have given it back? Maybe... maybe Ghirahim really hadn't known, maybe he didn't do it on purpose...

Sola's snapped out of his reverie by his fellow construct's grab for his sword. It's easily wrested from his grasp, the prone man being much stronger than Sola could ever hope to be, but the tip of the blade scrapes on the surface of the red gem with a painful screech of metal on glass right before the sword goes skittering out of reach and Sola staggers back, holding his wrist.

Ghirahim screamed in agony at the contact, clasping his hands over the gem, waiting for the pain to pass. It takes a long time for it to do so.

But by the time he catches his breath, he realizes. He can think again. He opens his eyes and looks at Sola in stunned silence.

"...You...made it stop."

"I-I'm sorry! I didn't mean-"

But Ghirahim's face, the way he looks at him with that bit of awe...

"I did...? Are you okay now?"

Ghirahim is silent. Whatever held him and locked him into that state of perpetual rage is gone. And somehow, either because of what he is now or some other factor, Sola did it.

He sits up and hugs the construct tight, still not saying a word. Not even the sound of Sola's new heart beating bothers him at this point.

He's still angry, still frustrated at Ghirahim being the reason for all his trouble these past months, but what can he do? He couldn't control himself today. Sola knows the bubble does strange things to people. And as for his spell...

"...You really didn't know?" The words are muffled into the hug, but Sola doesn't make a move to break away despite how cold and metallic the gesture feels. Ghirahim can't help how he was made.

"No." He listens to Sola's heartbeat. "You never said a word. I would have returned it to you...you only needed to say so."

A pause. "I suppose you no longer need it..."

...Ghirahim actually sounds sad. What is this madness.

"I don't think just giving it back would have helped but... no, I don't." He smiles a little, he can't help it. That alive feeling is still so new and strong that it makes him grin just to think of it, enough that he doesn't notice the sadness in Ghirahim's tone.

"Zelda made me real."

"She made you flesh and blood."

He lets go of Sola, reassuming his outward shell, cloak and all as he stands. He's smirking, but it's definitely an empty gesture. "Well, I suppose that really does make me the last outpost of the demon king's power in this world."

"Um... maybe, if you wanted... we could ask her to help you too? I mean, if you want! I know you're more proud of who you are, so.."

Sola rubs the back of his neck awkwardly, but he felt he should offer to try and help if Ghirahim wanted it. Despite all of the confusion he can't deny there's some kind of attachment there between the two of them.

"I just thought I'd ask."

Ghirahim tenses at the mention of Zelda. He almost expects to lose his temper again, but being in a state of rage all day has left him exhausted. He tries to laugh it off instead.

"I have had enough of Her Grace Reborn and her precious hero to last me until the end of time."

"Really? Even if she can help?" Sola just doesn't know when not to push, but he feels so much better after what happened despite the occasional bouts of insecurity that it's not permanent.

"'Help'..." Ghirahim sighed, none of his melodramatic antics behind it. "When will you learn? If she purges my master's power from me, I will be back to being a mere sword. A sentient sword, yes, but I vastly prefer the freedom I have now."

"Oh... I didn't know." Sola blinks at Ghirahim, looking at the living sword in a new light. "I guess, maybe, Ganondorf did some good things too then? I mean... he still did make me too, even if it wasn't complete."

He smiles a little then, a bit hesitantly, but he can tell that Ghirahim still feels some kind of loss in Sola not being like him anymore; the replica feels it a bit too. He wouldn't change back, not in a million years, but... he can at least acknowledge the loss.

At the mention of Ganondorf, Ghirahim turns to give him a stern look. "Don't...mention that name. That is not my master. ...He's gone."

"Sorry..." Sola doesn't know what else to say to that. He knows Ghirahim was made by someone before Ganondorf, but that's about it. He's... sort of afraid to ask though.

Ghirahim smirks. "Enjoy your new life."

He chooses to teleport this time, leaving Sola alone.

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