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]

[frost_jewel]

I see. I can stay until then. What time should I expect you?

[written]

[dragmire]

[The fortunate thing about winter, is that night is so much earlier...]

I shall arrive two hours after sunset.

[written]

[frost_jewel]

All right.

[My, he wants to be secretive, doesn't he? It must be something...either serious or unusual. Or both.

Mia will be waiting, two hours after sunset, as promised.]

[action]

[dragmire]

[He will appear punctually when he said he would, entering the clinic and keeping an eye out for the girl he spoke to. Of course, Ganondorf has far more presence in person than he does by pen. He is a large man, nearly seven and a half feet tall with a sense of power emanating from him. He remains stoic and close lipped as he closes the door behind him.]

[action]

[frost_jewel]

[Mia has a bit more presence in life than she does in writing too; it's more of a sense of someone confident and responsible, though. She's not even five and a half feet tall.

And if not for the time, this giant of a man is not who she would be expecting.]

Ah...hello. Did we speak earlier?

[action]

[dragmire]

[Any person that can still speak to him with their wits about them is certainly confident in his experience.]

Indeed we did. I do not believe I am any later than I said I would be.

[action]

[frost_jewel]

No. I still needed to make sure.

I think you'd like to go somewhere less open, wouldn't you?

[No idea where a man of his size is going to sit.]

[action]

[dragmire]

No. This shall suffice.

[Hm. He looks for somewhere to sit. Perhaps on one of the beds? That might be easiest. So he takes a seat, his legs bent quite a bit. The bed is pretty low to the ground.]

[action]

[frost_jewel]

[This whole thing is a little awkward. His size doesn't make it easier. Mia remains standing in order to compensate.]

I think I will just let you begin wherever you feel you should.

[action]

[dragmire]

Then I shall show you the injury.

[He begins to pulls back his robe, though not too quickly. The process is slow because though he is used to the pain, he still is careful when dealing with that area. He pulls away the bindings around it, which are used only to protect it from the elements. There in his chest is a strange glowing hole. Without his armor, the skin around it is black and dry, but there seems to be no further problems outside the immediate hole itself. It continues all the way through him, even to his back. Though the dim glow prevents one from seeing out the other side.]

... so, girl. Is your magic strong enough for this?

[frost_jewel]

[Years of practice take over her facial expression when he reveals his injury. She moves closer to look without touching, noting that it seems to go through him but she can't see an exit.]

Could you turn enough that I can see your back? [Getting him to turn around completely would be difficult. ...The answer to his question might be long in coming.]

[dragmire]

[He nods, turning around to expose his back. Like the front, the puncture can be seen there as well, though it is smaller and less pronounced. Only the tip of a sword tore through it.]

[frost_jewel]

[Time to be honest.]

This is something I have never seen before. [A stab like that that doesn't bleed. It glows instead. ...It's a little intimidating.]

I cannot tell you anything I try will work completely, because of that. I do intend to try. Is that acceptable to you?