04 June 2013 @ 03:09 am
What the hell?? You expect me to believe that load of crap?

[Cordelia's frowning, her hands coming to rest on her hips as she looks around. She's obviously not very happy, no not at all! Her head tips back and oh yes, there will be much yelling.]

Listen here you... You Powers That Be!! You take me back home right now! Is it really so much to want to actually relax and finish painting my nails - [she lifts her hands, showing off how the nails on one hand is actually painted.] - while I watch Sex And the City? Is it?

[She sighs, dropping her hands back down.]

I'm really not in the mood for this for now... Actually I don't think I'd ever be in the mood for this!

Hey! You can't ignore me! Hello?! Angel and Wes need me! I'm vision-girl, remember?...

Well, fine! [Her jaw sets stubbornly and she folds her arms under her chest.]

Fiiiiiiine. I'm not moving then. You want my help? You can freaking ask for it!
 
 
05 February 2012 @ 10:35 pm
I have never encountered a varied set of emotions. Specifically, sadness and grief. Despite this, I know there is a way to remedy them. I have seen it. I have thousands of instances of it recorded within my memory from observation and experience. They do not last forever. They are not permanent.

But I do not know how to remove them.

Is it a physical process? An emotional transformation?

I need to know in order to maximize my own efficiency within this city and work on returning to my own universe to fulfill my purpose.


[Filtered to Zelda [Skyward Sword] // Private // Unhackable] )
 
 
17 January 2012 @ 12:06 am
Zelda, Link. Your whereabouts.

[Shortest voice post ever. Someone isn't very happy. And what self-respecting Sheikah would be, after discovering they've been inexplicably absent from their duty? None that Impa knew, that was for certain.]

[She's found herself in the Loki district on reawakening, and any passerby will find she's taken to the higher ground in order to best judge her surroundings and search for any familiar faces. Once she's reoriented, she takes off toward the Heimdall district, running from rooftop to rooftop. Woman's on a mission.]
 
 
14 January 2012 @ 06:46 pm
[Hey Asgard, have a familiar face filling up the screen -- or, well, half a face, since Link is a little too close. But aside from the eyes, he definitely looks like he could be the spitting image of a certain other green hatted kiddo you might already be familiar with as a resident of our good city. Isn't that peculiar?

Poor Link here hasn't a clue what he's doing, unfortunately. His expression is a mix of confusion and distress while he stares directly at the screen, finally coming into focus even as his hand waves over it, pressing things without any real purpose besides Let's See What Happens When I Do This. What's most alarming is that his face and clothes are caked with bits of blood, suggesting he's just come out of a rather brutal battle -- even if he's no longer actually hurt, and that's no less confusing than anything else that's happened since he woke up here. And the concept of Here is still pretty lost on him, caught up in his mess of worry about where Tetra's gone and what he should do now.

But aside from the occasional puzzled sound, Link doesn't say a word. In fact, the video is composed almost entirely of his staring at the screen, which is probably rather creepy. Someone clearly needs help using The Magic Screen here.
]
 
 
14 January 2012 @ 02:09 am
[ As the bracelet slips onto Zelda's wrist and the color returns to her eyes, the gem bumps against her skin and activates the voice function. ]

--but I looked all ... huh? [ The half spoken sentence dies on her lips as Zelda's conscious mind returns with her color. ] Where am I? This isn't the Heimdall house.

[ A voice speaks up near Zelda, but too far away for the words to be distinguishable. She falls silent for a minute as she listens to the guard's explanation of what befell her. ]

I lost myself? [ Her tone is clearly puzzled. ] But I don't remember anything like that. The last thing I remember was going out to look for my bracelet. [ Another pause. ] Then, I've been lost for almost two weeks?! [ Panic rises sharply in Zelda's voice. ] Oh, Link and Impa must be so worried. I'd better contact them. Thank you very much for your help, sir!

[ She turns on heel and hurries toward home, lifting the bracelet as she walks. It's then that she notices that it's already transmitting. ] Oh, it was on the whole time. [ She clears her throat. ]

Link! Impa! I'm here now!

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ooc; As a reminder, here is Zelda's spoilers permissions post, for those who don't want to receive spoilers from the game, but still want to tag her.
 
 
13 January 2012 @ 10:53 pm
What a dreary place this is.

[The man on the screen pauses in his speech for a moment, bringing his hand up and running his long fingers through his hair and allowing it to fall perfectly back into place over his face before speaking again.]

It seems like there’s always something out there interfering with my plans, be it the sky child or the Goddess’ lap dog.

[He lets out a long sigh as he wraps his arms around his body.]

I finally had the Spirit Maiden in my grasp, so close to finally reviving my master…and then this happens.

[Suddenly, he lashes out, throwing his arms to the side with a snarl on his face. He gestures wildly around him as he continues to speak.]

Just moments away from my master’s glorious return and the dawn of a magnificent new era! Ripped away from the ritual that would return me to his side…that would return me to my purpose

[Ghirahim’s entire body goes rigid for a moment before it relaxes completely, and he takes a deep breath in an attempt to calm himself down. He rubs his temple for a moment before bringing his hands back to his side and, after a few seconds, his expression shifts from rage to a more pleasant one.]

But I suppose all is not lost. If I’m here, there’s a chance that the Spirit Maiden is here as well. All that is needed is for me to locate her whereabouts and to learn the means of leaving this place. Neither of which should be too difficult for the likes of me.