dragmire | First Sin - [Action/Written]

[Today walking the streets of Luceti is an unusual man that no doubt stands out. Not only due to his odd grayish-green skin, but also his staggering height, exceeding a full seven foot with fiery hair and unusual olive green skin. He's been present in Luceti for several days now, keeping quiet, but today he sets out into the town for a few items. The first is to check the smithy for his armor. Once he finds it, however, he'll need to see about getting it finally repaired. It's likely he'll have all the time he needs for that. Secondly, he is looking for the boy, Link. The time has come to speak with him and to see which of the two whelps it is. He can be found anywhere around the central plaza, in the smithy, or wandering the aisles of the grocery store, with a sort of amazement and disgust for how much food is left out. Such excess... such waste.

Later he deems it appropriate to leave a short message on the journals. Make his presence known. Though not before he takes the precaution of copying the villain list. This place truly was filled with fools to make something so easily accessible. The names of these people could one day be useful to him. Especially if he could manage to avoid being added to those names.]

Since it seems customary to announce one's presence on these journals upon arriving, I shall do so now. I am Ganondorf. I have read the guide and heard of the situation in this place. I wish to be enlightened as to information about our so-called enemies, the 'Third Party'. Thank you.

Signed,
Ganondorf

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So I had gathered. What I would like to know is their strength of arms and numbers.

-Ganondorf

[Shifters. He had heard of those. Potentially a danger, but he was more than capable of fighting with little more than his bare knuckles if he had to.]

I see. And they are capable of flight, I've read. Do they make good use of it?

-Ganondorf

Edited 2011-07-16 01:55 (UTC)

[It's day four of her post-blew up shit recovery project, and Noel has decided to take the reigns for Grocery Friday. ...aka she's picking up some groceries to take home. Which she's doing. Right now. How is all this food being left out disgusting, Ganondorf? It's perfectly normal! Grocery shopping can be quite relaxing, you know.

What's not normal is the fact that there's a guy some feet away from her who's almost as tall as the Red Devil. At seven feet, that's not something you just can't notice. And at Noel's measly height? Probably a bit intimidating.

...isn't staring kind of rude? B|]

So noted. Is there anything else?

-Ganondorf

[Ganondorf is in the middle of holding up a small jar with a baby's face on it, pondering the implications of it. If the can before with corn had corn in it, as did the can with the beans label having beans... was this jar filled with crushed babies?

Naturally he soon realizes he's being watched.]

Is there something you need, girl?

O-Oh, um! [.......jghjFYrfyFj

A++++, NOEL. WAY TO BE RUDE.]

No, sir, I was just... [SAY SOMETHING] surprised? I don't think I've seen someone as tall as you in the village.

[... 8|]

[...Oh hell no.]

[Quick cover-up of the camera before responding. If he hasn't been found out already, he's certainly not giving himself up.]

They are unpredictable, at best. Wait for the draft and see yourself what they are capable of. I fear words alone will not appropriately describe them to one who is not yet accustomed to Luceti's way of life.

[He's here. He's actually here, in Luceti, and Nabooru wasn't mistaken when she warned him.]

[But there's no sense hiding, is there? He knows that Link is here. So he straps on the Master Sword, sits far enough back from the journal that Ganondorf can see it, and responds.]

...Ganondorf.

Very well. If that is all you have to offer, it shall have to be enough.

[Oh. There he is. Having never tasted the Master Sword's stinging touch, the presence of the sword means little to him. However, he'd hoped to run into him in person. And he's talking at the journal. Such a ridiculous thing to do. Very well, Ganondorf answers the same in turn.]

Let us not speak here, boy. We shall meet at the central plaza.

[And he will say no more of that. It's Link's choice if he wishes to speak with Ganondorf further.]

[Oh, is that all? He stares at her a bit longer, then sets the jar of baby-bits on the shelf again.]

Those of royal blood are often of greater stature than those around them. [And his mommies could combine to be a 12 foot tall hottie, so you know, he never felt like he was too tall.]

Very informative. You have my thanks.

[Much of it was conclusions he had already drawn himself, but there was some useful verification in there, at least.]

Royal blood...? [So it hasn't even been a minute, and this guy was already full of surprises.]

W-Wait, so that means-- you're royalty!? [HOW DOES SHE APPROACH THIS. In her world, there's no monarchy or anything like that. And the most she's met here were those of noble blood and high-ranking officials, but... she doesn't think she's ever met anyone like this. WHAT DOES SHE DO?]

[Such an excitable girl. No backbone at all. Pitiful. He can hardly stand to be around her, though he manages not to betray his distaste.]

Calm yourself, girl. It is little more than a relic of my past, now. A king without anything to rule is not much of a king, now is he? [And he's not just talking about Luceti right now.]

[Noel had the feeling that's what he meant; besides Luceti, anyway.

She blinks. That... changes a lot.]

You lost your power?

[Lost? Oh no. He gained far more power.]

It is of little consequence. [And none of your business.]

I will answer what I can. [Or want to.]

[It's her business NOW.

Still, uh. Touchy subject? She's not sure. Should she be even asking about stuff like this? Let's just move on. Yes. Confidence building.]

I won't press on about it. [How could she even ask?]

A wise decision.

[Well since she's here, he can ask her a question. He picks up a can, which happens to be beans, and holds it out.]

Tell me, in what manner are these to be opened? Previous attempts have proven... messy. [Such as cutting it off or worse, ripping it off. Poking the top in was pretty bad too.]

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