08-31-2013, 08:16 PM
This Samus still distrusted Ganondorf, her body language and guarded speech made that obvious to his trained eye. Still, he had broken past her initial defenses, so perhaps there was hope after all. One day, this woman would use her power in his service, her “technology”. It was truly a remarkable thing she had described, even in brief. With technology, coupled with his magic and strength, no one would be able to stop him. Nothing would be able to; not even that accursed Master Sword. Ganon would be all powerful and the world would kneel to his greatness.
“I AM THE GREATEST LANTERN!”
The scream shook Ganon from his internal musings and he immediately looked to its source. A strangely colored, and nude, man was apparently the source, the others beginning to gather around the man as he knelt crumpled by the fountain. There was something in that scream that had resonated with Ganondorf. He knew that timbre well, though it was doubtful any of the others would understand. It was the sound of someone who had once had everything, only to have it stripped away before his very eyes. The Gerudo knew all too well how that felt, his bane being nearby as a constant jab into Ganon’s pride. This man was a kindred soul… and perhaps an ally Ganon could use.
Moving forward, Ganondorf unclasped his cloak while waving the others away. Taking a knee beside the purple-skinned man and draping his cloak over him, the tall man asked for his fellows to give them some space. “Please, give us some room, if you would.”
Link, obviously stayed somewhat close, but the others didn’t move too far either. No matter. Ganondorf wasn’t some rube to make everyone aware of his plans through an errant word. And besides, there were few things this man seemed able to discuss in any case.
“Hello there, newcomer.”
His reply was a unintelligible mutter from the man who had yet to even notice that he had been covered.
“I’m Ganondorf, Gerudo King,” the tall man said carefull, so he wouldn’t rile Link up again, “By what name are you known?”
Another soft mutter and Ganondorf had had enough. Anger boiled to the surface as he shook the smaller man. “Your name!”
Throwing Ganondorf’s hands and cloak off of him, the purple-skinned being met his green eyes with a baleful stare. “I am Sinestro! And I am the greatest lantern!”
“I will not be sullied by the touch of one like yourself,” he continued with a sneer as Ganondorf retrieved his cloak from the wet ground. Remarkably, it wasn’t soiled.
“You needn’t worry about that again, my friend. But I would suggest you create some clothing for yourself. Unless of course, in your culture it is acceptable to be nude in front of women. I assure you, it isn’t in mine and I doubt it’s par for the course in anyone else’s.”
The darkening skin around Sinestro’s cheeks could have been a flush of anger… maybe. Ganondorf reattached his cloak and offered a final word of friendly advice, “Just focus on wearing clothing, and some should appear… at least that’s the theory.”
“I AM THE GREATEST LANTERN!”
The scream shook Ganon from his internal musings and he immediately looked to its source. A strangely colored, and nude, man was apparently the source, the others beginning to gather around the man as he knelt crumpled by the fountain. There was something in that scream that had resonated with Ganondorf. He knew that timbre well, though it was doubtful any of the others would understand. It was the sound of someone who had once had everything, only to have it stripped away before his very eyes. The Gerudo knew all too well how that felt, his bane being nearby as a constant jab into Ganon’s pride. This man was a kindred soul… and perhaps an ally Ganon could use.
Moving forward, Ganondorf unclasped his cloak while waving the others away. Taking a knee beside the purple-skinned man and draping his cloak over him, the tall man asked for his fellows to give them some space. “Please, give us some room, if you would.”
Link, obviously stayed somewhat close, but the others didn’t move too far either. No matter. Ganondorf wasn’t some rube to make everyone aware of his plans through an errant word. And besides, there were few things this man seemed able to discuss in any case.
“Hello there, newcomer.”
His reply was a unintelligible mutter from the man who had yet to even notice that he had been covered.
“I’m Ganondorf, Gerudo King,” the tall man said carefull, so he wouldn’t rile Link up again, “By what name are you known?”
Another soft mutter and Ganondorf had had enough. Anger boiled to the surface as he shook the smaller man. “Your name!”
Throwing Ganondorf’s hands and cloak off of him, the purple-skinned being met his green eyes with a baleful stare. “I am Sinestro! And I am the greatest lantern!”
“I will not be sullied by the touch of one like yourself,” he continued with a sneer as Ganondorf retrieved his cloak from the wet ground. Remarkably, it wasn’t soiled.
“You needn’t worry about that again, my friend. But I would suggest you create some clothing for yourself. Unless of course, in your culture it is acceptable to be nude in front of women. I assure you, it isn’t in mine and I doubt it’s par for the course in anyone else’s.”
The darkening skin around Sinestro’s cheeks could have been a flush of anger… maybe. Ganondorf reattached his cloak and offered a final word of friendly advice, “Just focus on wearing clothing, and some should appear… at least that’s the theory.”