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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.]
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I apologize if I kept you waiting for long, Zelda.
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[She is a very patient woman, after all. Zelda offers Ruler a small, slightly worried smile, her hands clasped in front of her. It's still hard to pinpoint exactly how she should feel about this prospect, and facing it feels a bit like standing at the edge of a precipice, hoping you make it to the other side, but... Ruler trusts her. If she decides not to go through with this whole "contract" business, that's not a reflection of their friendship.
Zelda breathes in, and then gets to the matter at hand.]
I am sorry I could not go into greater detail about my worries earlier, but they are intricately entangled with a man that has brought Link and I a great deal of pain. I feared how he would react if he heard his name.
... I do not know how much you know about Ganondorf Dragmire, aside from that extravagant show he made of transforming several floors into his own personal realm for a week, and the full story is long and complicated, but... his very soul hates my existence. Few things would make him happier than to see me suffer.
[She says this with an almost necessary detachment. The Demon King hates the Goddess. It is the tale that will repeat time and time again through history, so long as the Triforce remains within mortal reach.]
When I was investigating the source of the chaos last week, I saw a message on the wall that frightened me. ... "Ruler and Richtofen serve under Ganondorf the true king of Animus." It made me remember what Arturia said, about those with ill will possibly using you or the other Servants, and I have know doubt Ganondorf would try if he knew that he could.
... I do not want that to happen, so... that is why I wanted to talk about this "contract" idea again.
[Exhale. Well, that's her case made. Now to see if Ruler is any more receptive to it than she was that night.]
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So hearing what had been written on the wall make her stomach turn. The thought of serving someone like that, someone who would use her to hurt someone so dear to her... no. She'd rather not think about that. There's been enough on her mind as it is.]
While I doubt that our captors will ever be so... uncreative and repeat one of their experiments... I will not dismiss the concern that something of that nature might happen again.
Arturia had brought up several fine points. I agreed with some of them. My reservations now are simply because... well. [She, too, takes a steadying breath.] You are a very dear friend to me, Zelda. If something were to happen to you because of this possible contract between us, I could never forgive myself.
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[She can only guess at the greater mysteries of the Holy Grail War - make inferences based on the broken and discontinuous pieces of information she's gathered over time. But even so, it's not enough to deter her.]
I have no interest in the "Holy Grail," for what it is worth. We would remain neutral. [A minor comfort, she knows.] And... as fatalistic as it may sound, painful things are going to happen to us regardless, so long as we remain within these walls. If there is some way to minimize it, in my mind, it seems worth doing.
[If she could go back, turn back time and prevent Ruler from being pounced by that hellhound... there's no question she would.]
I know the risks, and this is still something I am willing to do. [She tilts her head then, the corners of her lips quirking up into a small smile.] So, there is no need for you to blame yourself, should the worst happen.
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[There's a pause. In some ways, Zelda is remarkably like herself - once she sets her mind to something, it doesn't seem like anything will be able to turn her away from that goal. So as much as Ruler's own stubbornness urged her to continue arguing against this whole idea... maybe this was one battle she could stand to lose.]
... But, after hearing all that I and Arturia have been able to tell you, if you truly wish to go through with this... [Her smile returns, and in a flash of light, her casual clothes are once more replaced by her shining silver armor.] I will be happy to form a contract with you, my dear friend.
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Thank you! [However... a confused glint quickly enters her eyes, even if the smile doesn't fade.] But... ah, though I may know the risks, I am still in the dark about the finer details about this sort of thing. What is it that I need to do?
[Considering Ruler just summoned her armor, she's guessing there's some amount of ceremony to it...]
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It depends. Would you like to proceed through the contract as quickly as possible, or would you prefer something a bit more proper? Either way is perfectly fine, and will not affect the pact in any way.
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Whichever you would prefer. Though I have to note you will need to walk me through any formal ceremony that is required.
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I... asked Arturia to write this out for me, shortly after our first discussion. In case we ever came to agreement. All you need to do is recite this incantation; when I agree, the contract will be formed.
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[Seems simple enough, she thinks as she takes the slip of paper and starts to read it over. The first verse looks fairly straightforward, and so she draws herself up, clears her throat, and begins.]
I hereby propose
Thou shalt come under my command,
and thy sword shall control my fate.
Abiding by the summons of the Holy Grail
if thou accedest to this will and reason, answer me.
I hereby swear,
I am all that is good in the eternal world;
I am the disposer of evil in the eternal world--
[For the briefest of moments, she stops, her mind catching up with the similarities between what she's saying and what she's learned about the fate of her bloodline - the fate of her soul to eternally rise and defeat the spirit of evil whenever it should appear.
Surely just a coincidence, but it's enough to make her pause. She starts up again quickly enough, however.]
Thee, the seven days clad in the Divine Trinity...
[Okay, seriously, that's just strange. Ahem.]
Come forth from the circle of constraint.
Guardian of the Heavens,
Accedest to me... and my fate shalt become thy sword.
[Finished, she looks back up to Ruler. She almost expects some light show, considering her own experience with destined swords, fate, and divine trinities.]
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[The Servant drops to one knee, head bowed, a clenched fist resting over her heart. The perfect image of a knight bowing before a princess.]
I recognize you, Zelda, as my Master.
[If this had been a proper summoning, the one involving bringing her straight from the Throne of Heroes into the modern world, then yes, there would have been a grand light show as the summoning circle that would have been prepared activated and gave form to her spirit.
But this is different, so no flashing lights. Just a strange swirl of power around the two of them, and the odd tugging feeling in both their chests as they're spiritually bound together. And, of course, the pain at the back of Zelda's hand as three bright red command seals appear carved into her skin.]
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Ah--!
[Her right hand suddenly jerks back as if stung, and instinctively she covers it with her left. It... burns, a lot, and considering the placement, she's afraid the magic of the Triforce has interfered with the ritual somehow. It's not something native to Hyrule, after all - what if the holy power rejects it?
The burn begins to subside quickly enough, however, and she chances a look at the back of her hand. Golden light emanates from it, Wisdom shining brightly (so much for no light show), as the seals take their shape. As the air begins to settle, and the power swirling around them normalizes, the Triforce gradually fades back into its normal, dormant state, now embellished by the red markings surrounding it. Zelda eyes it cautiously before flipping her hand for Ruler to see.]
That is... supposed to happen?
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Yes, this is a necessary part of our contract. The red markings are your Command Seals, used to issue three orders of which I must obey. [There's no uncertainty in her voice as she speaks, like the thought of being ordered around doesn't bother her at all.]
They can be used in other ways as well, such as ordering me to your side in a time of danger when I am too far away to hear your call - and I will be transported to you in an instant - or to give me strength when fighting a difficult opponent.
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So... they would be useful when we are in a situation that seems unwinnable.
[She can't help how her mind goes back to that fateful night, when Ruler was attacked by the hellhound. If that ever happens again, she can do more than watch helplessly, now. She can stop it.
She nods firmly, resolute.]
I understand. I will be certain to use them only when they are absolutely necessary, I promise.
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And believe me when I say that I trust that promise. You are far from the sort that would try to take advantage of this situation, so there was no doubt in my mind that you would use them on something other than the most dire of circumstances.