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sageprincess) wrote2013-05-29 05:58 pm
sageprincess) wrote2013-05-29 05:58 pm
Entry tags:
of contracts and indulgences
Characters: Zelda and Ruler; Zelda and England (and maybe Ruler again)
Setting: Floor 101; Cafeteria
Format: Action
Summary: Zelda and Ruler forge a contract, and Zelda prepares for June with liquid courage.
Warnings: Second-hand embarrassment for Zelda and England, whoops.
Contracts;
["Ruler and Richtofen serve under Ganondorf the true king of Animus."
It was a rumor - mere writing on the wall - and obviously, unlike the myriad of other strange occurrences that happened the past week, it didn't come true. But the fear of it, the idea of Ganondorf controlling Ruler and using her friend against her was enough to make Zelda think much more seriously about the contract idea Arturia had suggested that fateful night.
She doesn't know much about Servants and Masters and the war they fight in. But she does know that she has no interest in this "Holy Grail" - she knows better than to rely on nigh-omnipotent wish granting artifacts in order to achieve her goals. What she does want is to keep Ruler safe, and if she understands Ruler's role in the war correctly, then her non-interest in the Grail shouldn't be a problem. If anything, maybe she could even help Ruler prevent the others from fighting for it while in the Tower, or at least ensure innocents are kept out of any battles.
After asking her friend to meet her on the 101st floor (a quiet, peaceful place - something she is in dire need of after the chaos those rumors created), she waits, admiring the greenery and keeping her thoughts to herself.]
Indulgences;
[Zelda thinks too much.
It's apt, in a way. She is of Wisdom, after all. The virtue she embodies is of the mind - not of the heart and willpower like Courage or pure strength like Power. She is of law and knowledge and cleverness, and keeping a clear head is necessary in nearly all the things she does.
That doesn't mean it isn't tiring. Especially when she's had so much to think about lately.
Dax, R-037, the microchips, what they'll do, how they'll do it, keeping them secret, keeping the people suddenly under her command (if you can call it that) safe, the destroyed books in the library, the fear of Ganondorf using Ruler against her, the things Link said while under the Tower's thrall...
Goddesses, the things Link said. Completely ridiculous, all of it.
... Right?
Augh, thoughts like this are why she's decided to let go and do something undoubtedly stupid just this once. She's indulging in the alcohol that's been offered in the cafeteria. It's there, it probably won't be next month, so may as well take advantage of it, right? Anything to soothe her nerves, if only for a little while. So she sits off to the side, opened wine bottle on the table and filled wine glass in her hand, idly sipping at the pinkish liquid and waiting for her mind to quiet.]
Setting: Floor 101; Cafeteria
Format: Action
Summary: Zelda and Ruler forge a contract, and Zelda prepares for June with liquid courage.
Warnings: Second-hand embarrassment for Zelda and England, whoops.
Contracts;
["Ruler and Richtofen serve under Ganondorf the true king of Animus."
It was a rumor - mere writing on the wall - and obviously, unlike the myriad of other strange occurrences that happened the past week, it didn't come true. But the fear of it, the idea of Ganondorf controlling Ruler and using her friend against her was enough to make Zelda think much more seriously about the contract idea Arturia had suggested that fateful night.
She doesn't know much about Servants and Masters and the war they fight in. But she does know that she has no interest in this "Holy Grail" - she knows better than to rely on nigh-omnipotent wish granting artifacts in order to achieve her goals. What she does want is to keep Ruler safe, and if she understands Ruler's role in the war correctly, then her non-interest in the Grail shouldn't be a problem. If anything, maybe she could even help Ruler prevent the others from fighting for it while in the Tower, or at least ensure innocents are kept out of any battles.
After asking her friend to meet her on the 101st floor (a quiet, peaceful place - something she is in dire need of after the chaos those rumors created), she waits, admiring the greenery and keeping her thoughts to herself.]
Indulgences;
[Zelda thinks too much.
It's apt, in a way. She is of Wisdom, after all. The virtue she embodies is of the mind - not of the heart and willpower like Courage or pure strength like Power. She is of law and knowledge and cleverness, and keeping a clear head is necessary in nearly all the things she does.
That doesn't mean it isn't tiring. Especially when she's had so much to think about lately.
Dax, R-037, the microchips, what they'll do, how they'll do it, keeping them secret, keeping the people suddenly under her command (if you can call it that) safe, the destroyed books in the library, the fear of Ganondorf using Ruler against her, the things Link said while under the Tower's thrall...
Goddesses, the things Link said. Completely ridiculous, all of it.
... Right?
Augh, thoughts like this are why she's decided to let go and do something undoubtedly stupid just this once. She's indulging in the alcohol that's been offered in the cafeteria. It's there, it probably won't be next month, so may as well take advantage of it, right? Anything to soothe her nerves, if only for a little while. So she sits off to the side, opened wine bottle on the table and filled wine glass in her hand, idly sipping at the pinkish liquid and waiting for her mind to quiet.]