02-15-2014, 05:51 PM
After the rather curt tone Samus addressed him in, Ganondorf was all too happy to take the lead with greeting the newcomer. A little more of that would have certainly thrown the Gerudo into an ill mood. After having been supplanted with the villager by Eighteen, and her rather direct actions at marginalizing him in most of their activities, Ganondorf’s patience for women in general was wearing rather thin.
“What brings you to Camelot, if you don’t mind me inquiring, Sir?” Ganondorf asked of the shorter man.
“I’m not really sure,” Harry replied, running a hand through his mop of brown hair. “After that Omni character left me in that white place, I just kind… how do I explain it?”
The man seemed at a loss for words, so the Gerudo interjected warmly into the pause, “Well, if you have no other plans, my Lord, perhaps you’d like to assist us in our current objective? There’s a rather nasty dragon going about and causing havoc. Myself, my companion Eighteen, and the armored woman you see behind me are here to deal with it. We could use the help.”
Ganondorf was offered a shrug in response, Mr. Dresden calmly stating that he “might as well” as he didn’t have anything else to do at the moment. Clapping the man on the shoulder, the Dark King was suddenly interrupted from behind.
“If you two are done getting to know each other, we still have a dragon to deal with.”
Samus’ businesslike tone, curt and to the point with no extraneous words used, reminded Ganondorf of his first encounter with her. She’d been similarly emotionless with her wordage. Of course, it was unlikely that she was actually without emotion, no woman was. However, it was strange to him that she would hide her true feelings behind that cold façade. Eighteen was similar in a way, and it made the Gerudo wonder if perhaps it was his demeanor that was causing this. Normal nobility, and even the standard populace would normally react positively to his polite tone, but it seemed that the women that he had found himself attached to might do better with a more direct manner than he had previously shown them. So be it. Ganondorf wasn’t ready to make enemies of anyone yet; at least not until he had the power to dispose of them. Still, it wouldn’t do to leave all the trappings of the high-class behind, but he’d refrain from most of the pomp and glam if it would calm these women.
“Of course,” the dark-skinned man replied, turning to face Samus as he addressed her. “How do you suggest we go about finding it? The lone village woman left to this town was less than helpful, I’m afraid. Shall we wander about hoping to stumble across it, or do you have some means in which to track the beast down?”
“I do.”
The words came not from Ms. Aran, but from Eighteen, who was currently closing the door to the cottage behind her. As she made her way to the group it was obvious that though she was answering his question, that she was addressing the others in their group. Another jab at Ganondorf, it seemed. Well, the Gerudo could take it for now. It would be unwise to call her down in front of the others, so the words he would have for her would need to wait until they took their leave. While she made her way over, the armored man had joined them as well, though he kept silent. Eighteen sighed before speaking, a visible sign that having conversed with the women inside had taken more patience than she was usually willing to afford someone.
“The woman wasn’t any help,” the blonde fighter said, glaring at Ganondorf past her bangs. Obviously she was upset that he had left her alone with the villager. “But, while she was talking, I had time to feel out for anything of significant power in this Verse. Most of the powerful ones are grouped together, but one large power was on the move. The first group is probably Aragorn and whoever has allied themselves with him, but I figure the roaming power is the dragon we’re looking for.”
The assumptions Eighteen had made in regards to her sensing irked Ganondorf, as well as the fact that she had hidden this ability from him until now. However, it was the closest thing to a lead that they had. The powerful man strode forward, placing a hand on Eighteen’s shoulder and slightly inclining his head to her in respect.
“Well done.”
Looking to the others, Ganondorf took them all in with his emerald gaze and spoke, “Well, I suppose that’s that then. Shall we?”
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It didn’t take long for the group to get to where Eighteen had detected that power. The armored man simply ran with the group, being much quicker than one would assume at a glance. Samus had opted to ride her strange lizard again and had offered the other man a ride, which he had warmly accepted. Eighteen was mounted in front of Ganondorf, leading the way towards their objective, though seeming no more pleased with her current riding situation than she had been before.
As the five of them exited from the small grove outside of the town, they were greeted by the sight of battle and mayhem. Villagers ran from town in all directions, many holding onto small children and carrying nothing of value which would slow them down. In the center of town, the beast reared back and roared, a fount of flame issuing forth from its jaws as it fell back forward. And battling the dragon was… the boy. It was almost comical looking at the size difference between the two, as Link raised his shield to defend himself from the fire coursing towards him.
Following the blast of flame, the beast spun about in an arc, its tail tearing through thatch buildings like tissue paper as it swung towards the green-suited boy. Some quick thinking, and his Clawshots, saved Link from direct damage, though it was obvious that the boy was doing little more than occupying the Rathalos’ attention at the moment. The others with him rushed forward, but Ganondorf kept Mirage at a canter as he approached the town.
“Shouldn’t we be hurrying with the others to help him?” Eighteen asked, glaring over her shoulder at him.
“In due time. For now, I’m enjoying watching him squirm.”
With a snort of derision, Eighteen dismounted with a small jump and ran to battle, blasts of energy already flying from his open palm at the dragon. With a sigh, Ganondorf dismounted as well, though he moved no more quickly to join the fray. Better that the others wear the beast down than for the Gerudo to risk his death battling the thing while it is fresh. Still, it wasn’t long before he found himself at the scene of the battle, and Ganondorf mentally prepared himself for what he was about to get himself into.
“What brings you to Camelot, if you don’t mind me inquiring, Sir?” Ganondorf asked of the shorter man.
“I’m not really sure,” Harry replied, running a hand through his mop of brown hair. “After that Omni character left me in that white place, I just kind… how do I explain it?”
The man seemed at a loss for words, so the Gerudo interjected warmly into the pause, “Well, if you have no other plans, my Lord, perhaps you’d like to assist us in our current objective? There’s a rather nasty dragon going about and causing havoc. Myself, my companion Eighteen, and the armored woman you see behind me are here to deal with it. We could use the help.”
Ganondorf was offered a shrug in response, Mr. Dresden calmly stating that he “might as well” as he didn’t have anything else to do at the moment. Clapping the man on the shoulder, the Dark King was suddenly interrupted from behind.
“If you two are done getting to know each other, we still have a dragon to deal with.”
Samus’ businesslike tone, curt and to the point with no extraneous words used, reminded Ganondorf of his first encounter with her. She’d been similarly emotionless with her wordage. Of course, it was unlikely that she was actually without emotion, no woman was. However, it was strange to him that she would hide her true feelings behind that cold façade. Eighteen was similar in a way, and it made the Gerudo wonder if perhaps it was his demeanor that was causing this. Normal nobility, and even the standard populace would normally react positively to his polite tone, but it seemed that the women that he had found himself attached to might do better with a more direct manner than he had previously shown them. So be it. Ganondorf wasn’t ready to make enemies of anyone yet; at least not until he had the power to dispose of them. Still, it wouldn’t do to leave all the trappings of the high-class behind, but he’d refrain from most of the pomp and glam if it would calm these women.
“Of course,” the dark-skinned man replied, turning to face Samus as he addressed her. “How do you suggest we go about finding it? The lone village woman left to this town was less than helpful, I’m afraid. Shall we wander about hoping to stumble across it, or do you have some means in which to track the beast down?”
“I do.”
The words came not from Ms. Aran, but from Eighteen, who was currently closing the door to the cottage behind her. As she made her way to the group it was obvious that though she was answering his question, that she was addressing the others in their group. Another jab at Ganondorf, it seemed. Well, the Gerudo could take it for now. It would be unwise to call her down in front of the others, so the words he would have for her would need to wait until they took their leave. While she made her way over, the armored man had joined them as well, though he kept silent. Eighteen sighed before speaking, a visible sign that having conversed with the women inside had taken more patience than she was usually willing to afford someone.
“The woman wasn’t any help,” the blonde fighter said, glaring at Ganondorf past her bangs. Obviously she was upset that he had left her alone with the villager. “But, while she was talking, I had time to feel out for anything of significant power in this Verse. Most of the powerful ones are grouped together, but one large power was on the move. The first group is probably Aragorn and whoever has allied themselves with him, but I figure the roaming power is the dragon we’re looking for.”
The assumptions Eighteen had made in regards to her sensing irked Ganondorf, as well as the fact that she had hidden this ability from him until now. However, it was the closest thing to a lead that they had. The powerful man strode forward, placing a hand on Eighteen’s shoulder and slightly inclining his head to her in respect.
“Well done.”
Looking to the others, Ganondorf took them all in with his emerald gaze and spoke, “Well, I suppose that’s that then. Shall we?”
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It didn’t take long for the group to get to where Eighteen had detected that power. The armored man simply ran with the group, being much quicker than one would assume at a glance. Samus had opted to ride her strange lizard again and had offered the other man a ride, which he had warmly accepted. Eighteen was mounted in front of Ganondorf, leading the way towards their objective, though seeming no more pleased with her current riding situation than she had been before.
As the five of them exited from the small grove outside of the town, they were greeted by the sight of battle and mayhem. Villagers ran from town in all directions, many holding onto small children and carrying nothing of value which would slow them down. In the center of town, the beast reared back and roared, a fount of flame issuing forth from its jaws as it fell back forward. And battling the dragon was… the boy. It was almost comical looking at the size difference between the two, as Link raised his shield to defend himself from the fire coursing towards him.
Following the blast of flame, the beast spun about in an arc, its tail tearing through thatch buildings like tissue paper as it swung towards the green-suited boy. Some quick thinking, and his Clawshots, saved Link from direct damage, though it was obvious that the boy was doing little more than occupying the Rathalos’ attention at the moment. The others with him rushed forward, but Ganondorf kept Mirage at a canter as he approached the town.
“Shouldn’t we be hurrying with the others to help him?” Eighteen asked, glaring over her shoulder at him.
“In due time. For now, I’m enjoying watching him squirm.”
With a snort of derision, Eighteen dismounted with a small jump and ran to battle, blasts of energy already flying from his open palm at the dragon. With a sigh, Ganondorf dismounted as well, though he moved no more quickly to join the fray. Better that the others wear the beast down than for the Gerudo to risk his death battling the thing while it is fresh. Still, it wasn’t long before he found himself at the scene of the battle, and Ganondorf mentally prepared himself for what he was about to get himself into.