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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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[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.