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[destinedtorule]

[Comm clicks on. Ganondorf's voice is purposeful, hard. Very difficult to ignore. You better be glad he's not addressing you.]

Danny, respond when you have heard this message. There is something we should discuss.

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[Voice]

[shackledpuppy]

[He's been waiting for this. There's a short silence before the quiet acknowledgment.]

Yes.

[Voice]

[destinedtorule]

[Ganondorf smiles. But there's no change in his tone.]

I would rather do this in person. So you will meet me, the top deck. You have ten minutes. I'd advise you not to keep me waiting.

[It's just a test, to see how well Danny follows orders.]

[Commentlog]

[shackledpuppy]

[It doesn't even occur to Danny to disobey, or question. Ganondorf might not be Bart or any of his goons, but he spoke with an air of importance that demanded respect.

It's only a few minutes before Danny emerges onto the top deck, still wearing the filthy rags he had arrived in, the left sleeve soaked in dried blood. Through the tear by the elbow, a swathe of white bandages can be seen peeking out.]

[Commentlog]

[destinedtorule]

[And his punctuality is noted. Ganondorf likes that. Obedience without question. If only his other followers could be more like that. He notes the bandage and the rags Danny wears.

He steps closer, examines Danny like he would livestock. Ganondorf reaches for the collar around his neck.]

What is this?