Fifth Sin - [Action / Written]

[dragmire]

[Something was different in Luceti. He could feel it. In truth, it was at first an unfamiliar sensation. The power that coursed through him was not one he did not fully understand. He had never claimed that power for himself, but through some divine trick, he had received it. Partially, anyway. But for as long as he held it, there seemed to be an emptiness. Like a void that needed to be filled. Whenever he spoke with that boy from the forest, that gnawing feeling was stronger. But lately that small, almost unnoticeable craving, seemed like it was split in two.

As if the final piece was finally within grasp.

But as tempting as tearing Luceti apart to find it seemed, he knew it would be foolhardy. Confident as he was in his power, his chest still ached from his wound. He was far from invulnerable. He had spent time trying to contact Nala, but her trust was not as easily obtained as the other spirits. But he was restless. He needed to focus his attentions on something. Meditating on the spirits wasn't enough.

Today he once more went without his armor, instead choosing the old and familiar black robes, the ones he wore as he studied black magic with his surrogate mothers. It was hardly from sentimentality, though. They simply offered more protection from the harsh winter weather. The chill was less likely to penetrate the bindings around his chest this way. That was his intention, anyway. Today was colder than it had been for awhile. A man of the desert was not meant for this sort of chill.

Unlike most days, Ganondorf remains in the village. He is waiting and watching for someone to appear, so he cannot wander into the forests or mountains as he often does. He spends some time in the library researching magic, later moving on to the smithy merely to browse, later to the clothing store to find something warm to protect his ears, and the general store to make a cursory look for familiar trinkets from his own world. When he grows tired of searching the shops, he goes to the bar for a stiff drink. After being in the cold so long, he needs something to dull the aching pain in his chest. While he is there, he leaves a message on the journals:]

[Locked against others from his world]

I seek to learn the healing arts. The Filial spirit known as Nala is insufficient to my needs.

((ooc: each conversation on the journal he has will be a private filter between him and the other person))

Comments

[Written]

[fleurdesel]

Do you require the assistance of a general practitioner, or a specialist?

[Written]

[dragmire]

I seek someone with exceptional talent.

[Written]

[fleurdesel]

...To what end?

[Written]

[dragmire]

It is a complicated matter. I do not wish to say more so bluntly. What is the nature of your abilities.

[herd_effect]

[Willock's been as of late still figuring out how to use the journal and thus hasn't been responding to much, but that post catches his eye. He debates with himself for a few moments as to how to approach this, then pulls out a fountain pen and jots a reply in slightly messy, looping script.]

Maybe I could be of some assistance. What do you want to learn?

- E. Willock, MD

[dragmire]

[Unfortunately what Ganondorf requires is a tad... peculiar.]

The means to mend a wound, magical in nature.

[herd_effect]

[Great. He should have expected this sort of thing when the man brought up a spirit.]

I'm afraid I'm not versed in anything magical. Are you sure physical means wouldn't work? I could easily demonstrate disinfection, suturing and bandaging techniques to you.

[dragmire]

This is a wound that will not heal. Natural methods will be wasted on it, as they have been before.

[written]

[fourteen]

I might be able to help, but I specialize more with magic than with medicine. Did you have a preference?

[written]

[dragmire]

[This looks like little more than a little girl. But he knows better than to underestimate children.]

Medicine will be insufficient to my needs. Magic is precisely what I am looking for.

[written]

[fourteen]

Okay. I can definitely teach you, then. But it'll take time, and practice!

[written]

[dragmire]

In this place, I am in no shortage of time. Tell me, how potent is your magic? Are there limits to its power?

[written]

[frost_jewel]

Your interest may not solve anything for you. Some arts from other worlds cannot be taught.

[However her Desire To Help will kick in very soon, anyway.]

[written]

[dragmire]

I do not have interest in learning arts I cannot perform. But not all magic is so limited.

[written]

[frost_jewel]

That is true.

May I ask after your interest in pursuing something stronger than the magic of this world?

[written]

[dragmire]

There are some wounds beyond what conventional medicine or magic can solve. I seek to surpass those limitations.

/rebels to give you action (idek we can see where it does)

[rashness]

[ Rin's in the item shop amassing, well, amassing candles. This is an almost daily practice for him, so he's gotten very used to what he's doing now, which is scouring the place on autopilot, tossing all the ones he can find into the sac over his back, next to the sword which is similarly over his back. He's aiming to get around thirty, so it's actually a relatively time consuming process, and a boring one to boot.

Which is probably way he ends up bumping into or at least coming close to bumping into the large man in front of him from behind. Not paying attention, that is.]

[dragmire]

[Ganondorf hadn't paid much attention to the runt running around, but he had been a little annoyed at the relative lack of candles. He rather liked using candles sometimes. The artificial lights were annoying, half the time. He had just found one off the top of a shelf when he felt someone bump into him behind. Frowning (and barely not scowling), he turned around to spot the intruder.]

Mind your step, boy.

1/2

[rashness]

Why don't you watch, where you-

[And he looks up. ...Way up holy shit. He's short back home (5'8 in a world where most people seem to be 5'9 or taller if they're men) but this guy is towering over him]

[rashness]

[Holy shit is this guy a demon? Rin takes a step back and one hand actually goes to tug on the bundle over his shoulder. In the process he drops the sac, causing some candles to spill on the floor, but details]

[dragmire]

[He could care less about the backtalking, but the candles catch his interest. He stops one from rolling away with his boot, taking a moment to look down at it with a frown.]

So this is why so few candles are to be found.

[thelittlemacthatcould]

Whoa... [It's after leaving Seventh Heaven that Mac just happens to catch a glimpse someone who is easily the tallest man he has ever seen in his life, despite the many Goliaths he has gone toe-to-toe with. While he's aware that it isn't polite to stare, he just can't help it; he thought Mr.Sandman had some mean bulk on him, but hell, this guy seems like he could plant him deep in the ground with a single overhead smash.]

[dragmire]

[Well yes, he gets that a lot. But this fellow is a bit short. At least as far as humans go. A little kid? Probably.]

Is there something you require, boy, or do you intend to continue staring?

[thelittlemacthatcould]

[Mac blinks self-consciously, flushing slightly.] Geez - - m'sorry, sir. Didn't mean to. [While his voice is not especially rugged or deep, it doesn't belong to a prepubescent guy, either.]

[dragmire]

[Well, even picking up that he may be older than Ganondorf thought, it does not afford him any extra respect.]

No, I doubt you would. But in some cultures, such behavior would be considered rude. Or even a challenge.