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Post by Deleted on Nov 30, 2015 8:44:21 GMT
TUCK IN A NIGHTMARE SOMEONE ELSE IMAGINED i won't forget, i'll remember who i am He sensed it more than anything. The entry of the King of Evil into these worlds. The darkness that emanated from him was powerful enough to resonate throughout the corridors and alert Dark of his presence. So, did the fact that he had returned mean the cycle was to begin anew, or merely that they'd all escaped it's grasp? If he knew Ganondorf, things would not be so simple.
Either way, he'd spent a good few weeks solidly avoiding the king. Despite his wretched connection to the other, and the unwanted ringing in his head that called him to his side, he ignored it. He had no intention of returning to serve at his side. That was over, now. He no longer had any interest in battling against the Goddess and her pawns.
Unfortunately, it would seem that the King of Evil was not of the same mind. He could feel him growing closer, day by day, traveling through the worlds. On the day that he'd stepped into the limits of Traverse Town, Dark had promptly retreated into the corridors and refused to leave. He did not want to meet him, not now, nor ever. The King could deal with whatever he intended to do on his own.
Unfortunately, running away wouldn't solve this. He knew that sooner or later he'd have to confront the man, and it probably wouldn't end well for him. But just wandering around in the darkness wasn't a fix either. Really, there was only one choice. At least it would make the incessant ringing in his head go away. Maybe he could even convince him to just let him go and do as he pleased. ...Not likely.
Reluctantly, he stepped out from the shadows, to the presence of the King of Evil. Ignoring the pressure on his shoulders that tried to force him to bow, he gave a deep, frustrated sigh.
"You called?"
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Ganondorf
Heart of Darkness
— Great King of Evil
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Post by Ganondorf on Dec 4, 2015 12:39:55 GMT
It had just suddenly started itching at his awareness one day without warning or preempt. The shadow of the "Hero". How of all things the little shadow had managed to make its way here was beyond his comprehension. He might have expected the Hero himself to show his pitiful hide, given his roach-like resilience. The Princess showing her face wouldn't have surprised him all that much, either. But the presence of the lost little shadow, without the Hero here to cast it, was nothing short of remarkable.
He had no reason to be here, and the fact that he was here was perplexing anough to the king of evil.
Given his own lack of plans, the gerudo kind had yet to call the shadow back to his side to make use of his talents. He had never met the little creature, and knew very little about him — indeed, only what he could actually sense and feel through the strange connection suddenly brought to his awareness, sending the Triforce of Power to flickering upon his hand — but he was aware that the hero's shadow was a useful tool. Able to hold off and stall the Hero as well as any other minion that had been sent to stop him.
And so it was that he did nothing involving the shadow, asude from making it quite obvious that he was aware of its presence.
And that was the whole of it, for several weeks, until the shadow literally came to him. Stepping out of the shadows and all but demanding Ganondorf's attention, he announced his presence.
And Ganondorf ignored him.
He remained as he had been, staring down at the inane bustle of the town, in the relative "safety" of the First District. Arms folded over his torso, his features were locked into a neutral grimace of vague disapproval. Once again forced to abandon past plans for the state of things and adapt to a new climate of events and situations...and after his somewhat interesting arrival to these worlds this is where he had wound up. Somewhere, he knew, the three Goddesses were having a laugh at his expense.
But finally, he acknowledged the shadow's presence. "Had I called you, you would not have been given the chance to be so discourteous." His tone was dry and flat, laying it out quite clearly that he was not in the mood for games. "I specifically made it a point not to call you...until you woild be needed." He turned his xanthous gaze about to fix Dark Link with a pointed look. "But you came of your own volition. What for?"
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Post by Deleted on Dec 4, 2015 18:27:26 GMT
TUCK IN A NIGHTMARE SOMEONE ELSE IMAGINED i won't forget, i'll remember who i am Crossing his arms, briefly, Dark considered if it was worth it to try stabbing him through the chest again. Probably not, he concluded, although the imagery of the king flailing about like a stuck pig was immensely enjoyable. He also considered telling him "I quit" but decided now was probably not the time for that. He could give the other his two week notice at a better date. Hopefully when he was getting mauled by wolves or something. "Then you seriously need to stop resonating your presence through the entirety of the damn darkness network." He snapped, clearly not in the mood either for such games. "Are you aware that you've basically been like a screaming beacon for every shadow for the past five weeks?" His own scowl deepened. "You're giving me a serious headache. Doesn't help I can't escape it because your damn dark magic links us together." Frustrated, the shadow turned and opened a portal of darkness. "So if you could stop with the whole resonance thing, that'd be great, thanks." Some part of him knew such a flippant tone was going to get him in trouble, but it sure felt great. #Worth.
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Ganondorf
Heart of Darkness
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Post by Ganondorf on Dec 8, 2015 14:01:25 GMT
"Stop broadcasting my presence?" The hollow ring in the dethroned king's tone was a stark contrast to his relatively civil words of just a moment before. There was no trace of anger, or of disapproval, or of anything else, just...a sort of cold, empty ring. As if the words came from somewhere much deeper, much more distant than the behemoth standing only a few feet away. "Am I aware of the fact that such pathetic little ants have been drawn to me, made aware of my presence?"
He finally turned his yellow-eyed gaze on Dark Link, and it fell with all the weight of a mountain on the petulant little shadow. "That every little shadow has come crawling incessantly to whine and gripe at the pity of their existence?" His expression remained neutral, locked into that vague frown of disapproval, but that was all. The true rage that he felt, that roiling, burning cauldron of barely-suppressed killing intent didn't need to seep into his voice to make itself known.
It was there. Anyone within a block of his presence could feel it. Even the shadows of the town's perpetual night shrank back from him, the nearest streetlamps flickering as if in fear, and to unaware eyes it almost seemed as if they shrank back, trying to draw away from the area. A cat in the streets below bolted away, knocking over a trashcan in the process. Unseen thunder rumbled in the sky, with no lightning to accompany it, giving voice to an entirely unnatural storm weighing heavily on the area.
And the entire area went cold as the dead of winter.
"I will take your requests..." The word was spat with such derision it was all but a slap in the face. "...under advisement. But I would keep in mind that the prospect of your future usefulness is all that keeps you walking away, my son." He turned back away, staring balefully out over the darkened town. "Without that accursed Hero here to cast you, that prospect is dim indeed. Do remember that fact."
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