Fourth Sin - [Action/Voice]

[gerudoking]

[It has been some time since Ganondorf has been in the village. After accepting a mission on the second, he merely took his leave the next day without communicating his absence to anyone. He made assurances his steed would be able to survive on his own and that was that. So after twelve long days of combat, he is finally back in the village late in

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[Voice]

[rideslink]

[It would be unwise to refuse. With a village as small as this he would eventually find her. So instead of having it boil down to that she will speak to him on her own terms.]

We'll meet when the sunsets. What place would be acceptable? [If it's not a place she likes she will be determined to change it.]

[Voice]

[gerudoking]

[Well, she's participating. With her powers, it would have been troublesome to try and seek her out on his own.]

Sunset it is. The roof of Building Six. [It's far from the village and it would be difficult to spy on them there. He also believes Midna will find it amicable enough. He assumes her powers would be sufficient for her to easily escape if she wished to do so.]

[Voice]

[rideslink]

Then it is agreed. We will meet then. [It gives her plenty of opportunity to make sure she isn't cornered by this man and his magic should he feel the need to try and use it against her.]

[Voice]

[gerudoking]

So be it. I will see you then. [He will end the conversation there and await their meeting.]

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[circlesewn]

[Wynne had not been conscious for long before finding her way through the woods and along the path to town. She was old, but she was not fragile, nor was she new to tramping about in the wilderness. Though, if we're to be completely honest, it wasn't something she enjoyed doing on her own.

The Malnosso don't seem to be entirely heartless, however; they were kind enough to set her Circle robes to the side, though the holes for her wings she had to tear herself. The journal dangled in her hand; voices trapped within the pages, surely the work of some powerful magic, best not to mess with it until she was certain of the consequences.

Ganon is, fortunately or unfortunately, the first person Wynne sees upon her arrival in town. Her healer's eyes pick up that limp at first glance. Wynne is, by nature, a kind and morally upright woman. New to this place or not, and even with that strange sort of disconnect to her magic, she wouldn't ignore an injured man. It's simply not right

[action]

[gerudoking]

[It is not enough that he is still fresh from a mission, but the time spent in the dome has only tired him out further. So when he hears a woman's voice calling for him, he is feeling a bit ragged and not entirely patient. He takes a moment to study the old woman... she reminds him of a Hylian. Pah.]

The manner in which I walk is not your concern, woman.

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[circlesewn]

[Wynne has more than enough patience to deal with Ganon current lack of. This isn't the first irritable man she's come up against. Though it makes it no less irritating.]

Perhaps not, but it will be if you end up collapsed on the road. As well as the concern of anyone else who may see you.

Allow me to offer an alternative before it comes to that.

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[gerudoking]

[He may as well be a Qunari for how stubborn (and tall) he is. She may wish only to help, but he has his reasons to keep his injuries to himself.]

I have sufficient strength to reach my destination. I do not require the charity of others.

[temperedtempest]

[Well, Seventh Heaven is downstairs of Cloud Nine! Which Ororo has decided to check on, while Ginia is off being a tinychild. She figures someone should make sure it's being maintained at least.]

[She'll run into Ganon just as she approaches the door to the building. Look, she even has a friendly, polite smile for him!]

Good evening.

[gerudoking]

[There's a moment before he recognizes her. Aha. The woman from the draft. Her powers had been quite impressive. He will stop to exchange pleasantries, at the very least.]

Good evening to you as well. I do not believe we ever exchanged names.

[temperstempests]

[They hadn't, had they?]

My apologies; it must have slipped my mind. [She'll incline her head slightly in an acknowledging bow.] My name is Ororo Munroe.

[gerudoking]

[No nod, but he answers in turn. Almost regally, really.]

I am Ganondorf. [He glances towards the restaurant momentarily.] The battle did not give us time to properly speak.

[Action]

[gerudoking]

[When he realizes he's being tailed and then accompanied by the strange sheikah, he all but sneers at his presence.]

Perhaps not. But such is the price of mistakes.

[Action]

[gerudoking]

It will heal on its own, as all things do. [If only he'd invested some time in healing magic. It seemed so pointless after he obtained godlike power.]

It's shameful

[gerudoking]

[Oh. It's that boy again. He could just let him go and pretend to notice.

But that boy humiliated him on the mountain.]

Your stealth needs work, boy. [Not even bothering to look at Hiccup.]

[gerudoking]

You need not hide. If I desired revenge on you, then you would not be standing there.

[Nothing in his tone suggests that declining is an option.]