Sixth Sin

[dragmire]

From Ganondorf's perspective, it had but been mere hours since he had returned to his world, soundly defeated his foes, and returned to Luceti. It was curious that he remembered none of his deeds in this world, but there would be time to dwell on that later. Once again he had arrived in this world in nothing bit ill fitting white pants a few sizes too small for him. The great wound in his chest continues to glow. A clean cut, even the strange unearthly glow can be seen from the other side. Having so obvious a weakness revealed was infuriating. He remembered how much he loathed the Malnosso.

And how much he desired their power.

It was clear time had passed in Luceti in his absence, but he had little way of knowing how much. But he knew the way. So the great lumbering man, all seven and a half feet of him, proceeded back to Luceti. The ground was cold, some of it still icy from the rain a few days ago, and he might have froze if he had not become so accustomed to the cold bitterness of the Twilight Realm. His destination was the clothing store. But it was daylight as he entered town, where anyone and everyone could see. Tedious, really.

After donning his armor once more and claiming a brilliant white blade from the smithy, Ganondorf was left with the curious task of returning to a life of domestic dullness. He'd need a place to sleep, he'd have to collect groceries, exchange pleasantries with people far beneath him, and bide his time in this most curious of prisons. He hated it already. But he could be found in the village doing just that. Eventually he would settle on a home far removed from the village, but not until later.

Later he would address the journals:

[Written]

By my last reckoning, it was the month 'January' in the fifth cycle of this enclosure. I understand much has occurred in this time. I would relish the opportunity to learn what has transpired.

Furthermore... would anyone know what fate befell a woman named Zelda and an assortment of boys sharing the name Link?

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[Written]

[cynicism]

[Oh. You again. Hisoka remembers you even though they've not yet been formally introduced. Small village and all.]

You're in luck. They're all gone.

[So does this mean you're going to be all evil this time around, Ganondorf? Hisoka got a lengthy warning about it last time, but he suspects it was mostly lies and hyperbole because Ganon didn't actually do much badness as far as he could tell. It's not like he went around murdering puppies the way Link always described.]

[Written]

[dragmire]

A pity. But for the best, I suppose. This is not a world they would want to linger in.

[But an excellent development. He no longer needed to concern himself with his deal with Link.]

[Written]

[cynicism]

How altruistic of you.

[Hisoka may or may not have proposed celebrating their departure himself. For entirely different reasons, of course.]

[Written]

[dragmire]

I have spent time in this world before. It is not altruistic to state that which is an evident truth.

[Written]

[cynicism]

I know you've been here before. Your reputation precedes you.

[Written]

[dragmire]

Indeed. I have said as much. Though it seems perhaps you have heard of me from others instead.

[Written]

[cynicism]

Link was an acquaintance. He liked to talk too much.

[Written]

[dragmire]

As children are prone to do.

[Written]

[cynicism]

And I'm sure you'd insist that everything he's mentioned about you is a lie.

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[greenjacketed]

The navy lad was holding a Christmas Ball next month and Richard Sharpe knew that he was by no means obligated to attend. Hell's teeth, he hadn't even been obligated to attend such events when at home -- preferring to duck out of the officer's mess and join the men instead, not because their welcome was any warmer but because their scorn was more familiar than the scorn of his betters. He knew how to counter the gruff mumbles and hard looks, but not so much the frigid faux-courtesy provided by his fellow officers.

At least he could thump his own men something awful if they got too out of hand.

But -- no -- Sharpe would attend this ball because the lads here weren't so awful and because it seemed like the thing to do just to stave off boredom. So now he stood in the clothing shop and plucked at linen shirts and jackets and knew that none of them would quite be the same as his dress uniform, even if his dress uniform was uncomfortable enough.

He was just shrugging out of a far-too-ornate jacket when the behemoth walked in. Bloody. Hell. The man was taller than him, certainly. Taller than Harper, surprisingly. Taller than Dresden, amazingly.

The rifleman laughed into the back of his hand. "Good luck finding anythin' in yer size, mate."

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[dragmire]

Ganondorf stepped in from the cold, relieved to be walking on something softer and warmer. His hair was long and rested in a wild manner along his shoulders. He looked very much like a barbarian without any sense of dignity or class. Even as he looked towards the rifleman, there was a somewhat wild look in his eye. His fiery wings tensed as he realized he was being addressed.

He did not like being laughed at.

"I intend to find that which was already mine." His appearance aside, there was a formality and elegance in how he spoke. Careful and deliberate. The way a king would speak.

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[greenjacketed]

"Oh, aye?"

Sharpe returned the abandoned jacket to its hanger and grabbed his own green uniform off the rack. He'd draped it there while browsing. "If you're so lucky, I suppose."

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[dragmire]

"I had been once before." He moved past the other man, searching among the racks of clothing for familiar tones and shapes. His armor wouldn't be here, but there would no doubt be something at least.

"I will be sorely disappointed if I am not."

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[greenjacketed]

"You have, have you?"

Christ. He'd never met a returnee before. Sharpe frowned at the beast of a man as he shrugged back into his greens. "Were it long ago?"

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[dragmire]

"It was but hours for me." He turned slightly to look at the world outside.

"In this land, winter had settled in and snow covered everything. It does not seem to be the case here."

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[greenjacketed]

Only now was he learning that that the man had a formal way of speaking. The first few exchanged words hadn't revealed much -- but this last sentence? Aye. Formal. Sharpe's expression crinkled with a kind of concern. He wasn't wary, just uncomfortable with not knowing where he stood with the tall tall man.

"That's here for you. But I suppose you already know that."

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[dragmire]

"I am all too acquainted with this world."

He fetched a tunic from a clothing rack. Still it had a whole in it. Bloodied from the wound inflicted on him. It fit him better than anything else would, but he'd prefer to find something else. He folded it over his arm to conceal such details.

"January was not yet ended when I was last here."

[gonnawreckit]

[At the grocery store, there is a nine-foot tall man carefully checking out every bump and wrinkle of several melons. He looks over when he sees someone near, and... it's a familiar face(?). But with how weird Chun-Li was acting, best to play it cool.]

Uh, excuse me, can I ask you something?

[dragmire]

[Ganondorf sets back down a cantaloupe and stares up at the behemoth of a man. He is surprised by Ralph's girth, but it manifests itself only in a raised eyebrow.]

Speak.

[gonnawreckit]

[Whoa. Quick and coldly to the point. Not a hint of recognition, but it was hard to tell with this guy. But for the matter at hand... Ralph held up one melon in each hand at Ganondorf's eye level.]

Which of these looks more fresh?

[dragmire]

[Ganondorf's eyes narrowed as he at that moment realized that this lumbering man was no ordinary giant.

He was also a gigantic fool.

He nodded towards the right hand.]

That one. Its texture speaks for itself.

[gonnawreckit]

[He raises his hand to look at it quizzically.]

Huh. Y'know, I thought that, but it's always good to have a second opinion for these things. The other one might still be good, but hey, every extra life point counts, am I right?

[dragmire]

[Ganondorf stares for a moment as Ralph rambles on before rolling his eyes and returning to the tedious task of collecting food.]

It matters little, given your size. Take both.

[gonnawreckit]

[He's going to choose not to take that as a weight joke. G-Dawg wouldn't hit that low... would he?]

Yeah, that's a good point! [A nervous laugh.] I should... treat myself! The more the merrier, right? I just don't want to look like a jerk by taking too many.

[dragmire]

Do not distract yourself with the perceptions of others. Take what you want. [A pause as Ganondorf, a moment later, decides for a less severe answer.] ... the food replenishes itself. there is no one to deprive.