vatheon | OHSHI--

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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"Don't you dare look at me that way!" He swings at the ward again, trying to beat it down through sheer force. "You wretched goddess--I should have finished you millennia ago when I had the chance! After all I did for you--!"

Any other sort of attack would be easy for her to hold off, but the corruption of Demise is something that she's always had trouble handling, even in her previous incarnations. If she hadn't set the ward up and powered it beforehand, she would be in grave danger. As it is, she's not sure how long she can hold out. Zelda starts to prepare her bow and arrow.

"Calm down! The rest of us have put the past behind us, you must do so as well!" She doesn't even remember what he's talking about...

"Calm down? Calm down?!" He snaps his fingers to trade his smaller sword for the giant weapon he used against Link in their last fight. He staggers from the strain all this magic is putting on him, and he raises the sword with difficulty.

"I can't calm down! Do you know how much I've tried? I try and try and try--it won't stop!" He brings the sword down on the ward, trying to lift it again. But he's running out of strength, and he's too far from the coral this time. Once he's lifted it again, he growls at her, his white eyes glowing in crazed fury.

"Putting the past behind you...what a joke! Easy to say when you don't even remember creating me!"

He brings it down again on her ward.

"Then tell me about it!"

The force of the sword in its more powerful form is enough to crack the barrier. Really, it was mostly meant to hold until she could make it to Link's house in the event of an attack in the first place. It would be too draining otherwise. Zelda quickly nocks a light arrow, aiming it at Ghirahim but not firing. Once blows have been exchanged, there's no attempting to talk it out and she knows it.

She won't need to. At least for now. Ghirahim can't even lift the heavy thing. He's expended his magic and his energy. He's still gripping it, struggling to catch his breath.

"I was...supposed to be your companion..."

"What did I do?" She lowers her bow only slightly as she listens to him, but she's ready to bring it back up at a moment's notice. Even if he's speaking of her past incarnation, Zelda still wants to know what happened.

"...You created me an imperfect being, a weapon for a body, an external spirit, and granted me the mind and desires of a human." He glowers at her, his voice a low growl. "A human man. What did you think would happen?"

Judging from the look on the princess's face, she has no idea what would happen. Even now, romance is not a large consideration in her life.

"I'm afraid I don't understand."

He remains silent. When he does make a sound, it quickly becomes bitter and angry laughter.

"You still expect me to believe you are not capable of that feeling? That emotion? I saw the look on your face when you were so certain your precious hero was coming to rescue you."

Ghirahim glares back at her. "You 'love' all right, dear goddess... But who could love a weapon, am I right? You and your precious humans..."

"That... may be the case, but nothing will ever come of it. My duty comes first." She glances over her shoulder at Link's house. Zelda can't deny for a moment that she loves him, but she knows that she must not pursue a relationship with him. For one thing, he's far younger than he appears. For another, her first duty must be to her country. She knows that if she indulged in a relationship with Link, she would end up putting him first.

He dismisses the giant sword in his hands and finally straightens, wobbling on unsteady legs. "Just one betrayal after another. You haven't changed at all."

Ghirahim just laughs. "You can't even change your own fate. I think I'm actually starting to pity you."

Finally, she lowers the bow entirely. He's disarmed himself, after all. There's no reason to be pointing an arrow at him. The comment about changing her fate causes her to feel a strange twinge in her chest. Something about that statement is painful...

"There is no need to pity me. I love Hyrule, I would not want another fate." Even as she says the words, she sounds unsure. Had she wanted to change that before?

"And as always, you need to learn how to be a better liar."

He bows briefly. It's a mocking gesture. Then he just turns and staggers off, back toward the plaza and the coral.

That encounter had been disorienting to say the least. Zelda accidentally steps on some of Link's flowers on the way back inside, completely lost in thought.

She wouldn't ever want more than to watch over Hyrule. Why would Ghirahim even imply otherwise?

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