Day 2|VERY Early morning|Open
Who: All of the denizens from Hyrule, and I suppose whoever else wants to drop in!
Where: uSUC Central Square.
What: Zelda, being a good princess, made a post in her eljay about them all meeting here. Zant, being Ganondorf's whipping boy, got there first. Chaos, manipulation, treaties, snark and thinly veiled gay jokes fun will occur.
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: Possibility of violence, contortionism, and Ganondong cattiness. Be ye prepared?
It was close to dawn, now. Zant had an instintive hatred of anything that brought light, but he could not deny the the semi-dark of this time of day was at least similar to the filtered light of twilight. It simply irritated him that this time was a herald to light, rather than a lament of it.
However, in his own right, he supposed he was a herald to the light kingdom at the moment. He was to treaty with Zelda, the spoiled brat of a Queen, under the watchful eye of his god and her yipping pup. He was to make the light side believe that they had 'won' against him and his god by doing this. The very idea made him crack his knuckles - hidden under his sleeves - in momentary anger. He would be able to pull it off, however. His god required it of him.
Lord Ganondorf would rule as master of light and dark, no matter what happened in this meeting.
The city was rather quiet, but Zant suspected it was more due to its sheer size and lack of people, rather than the quiet of a sleeping place. True, there was a rather pregnant air to the place, as if it was waiting for something. Likely it was unimportant, but Zant made a note to tell his god that he had felt such a thing, perhaps later, after this blasted meeting had ended. If it even started.
He smirked underneath his helm. Honestly. If Zelda couldn't even keep her appointments when she made them, he would run her through when he next saw her, good sense be damned.
Where: uSUC Central Square.
What: Zelda, being a good princess, made a post in her eljay about them all meeting here. Zant, being Ganondorf's whipping boy, got there first. Chaos, manipulation, treaties, snark and thinly veiled gay jokes fun will occur.
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: Possibility of violence, contortionism, and Ganondong cattiness. Be ye prepared?
It was close to dawn, now. Zant had an instintive hatred of anything that brought light, but he could not deny the the semi-dark of this time of day was at least similar to the filtered light of twilight. It simply irritated him that this time was a herald to light, rather than a lament of it.
However, in his own right, he supposed he was a herald to the light kingdom at the moment. He was to treaty with Zelda, the spoiled brat of a Queen, under the watchful eye of his god and her yipping pup. He was to make the light side believe that they had 'won' against him and his god by doing this. The very idea made him crack his knuckles - hidden under his sleeves - in momentary anger. He would be able to pull it off, however. His god required it of him.
Lord Ganondorf would rule as master of light and dark, no matter what happened in this meeting.
The city was rather quiet, but Zant suspected it was more due to its sheer size and lack of people, rather than the quiet of a sleeping place. True, there was a rather pregnant air to the place, as if it was waiting for something. Likely it was unimportant, but Zant made a note to tell his god that he had felt such a thing, perhaps later, after this blasted meeting had ended. If it even started.
He smirked underneath his helm. Honestly. If Zelda couldn't even keep her appointments when she made them, he would run her through when he next saw her, good sense be damned.