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[kingofthisworld]

Am I being punished once more? The Sages certainly have gotten creative.

[A pause]

Is there someone listening? Would you kindly tell me where I have ended up?

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[wheres-my-puppy.livejournal.com]

[Giggle.]

Knowing as little as I do of your glorious life, it really begs the question;

How much of their slaughter rests on your own shoulders?

Now, my knowledge of Hyrule's history is rusty at best...I must remember to ask Zelda.

[destinedtorule.livejournal.com]

[He's starting to get pissed off, if there is any indication in his change in tone.]

Only as much as your people's cursing comes from your failure to lead efficiently.

[wheres-my-puppy.livejournal.com]

Yes.

[She's blatantly agreeing with you, Ganny, no strings here.]

But the key difference between us is your race died horribly and tragically for your mistakes and mine picked itself up and brushed off your tyranny like a bad dream.

Your rule was so short lived, I'm sure it will only be remembered in passing.

[destinedtorule.livejournal.com]

[At this he chuckles.]

Remembered in passing? Hardly. The people of Hyrule still tremble upon hearing my name and I was punished for my supposed crimes many years ago.

I know you wish so badly for my death, Midna. But when will you learn? I am never truly defeated. Only temporarily delayed.

[wheres-my-puppy.livejournal.com]

You forget, pig, that the people of Hyrule are not mine. I couldn't care less if they tremble at your name. My people have already moved on.

There is truth in your assertion we are a 'comedic' race. We do seem to find you and your attempt to rule us very funny.

As for your death...

Well, as you've noticed, we are not all of the same time. Two different Zelda's in one place? Hmm.

I, personally, am from a time after your final defeat.

I have seen your corpse with my own eyes.

You die standing.

[destinedtorule.livejournal.com]

That is not the first anyone has ever believed I have died. If you truly wish to believe I am dead, then I will leave you to it.

[wheres-my-puppy.livejournal.com]

It'd be silly to pretend you are not alive and well on this ship.

I'll continue to enjoy our conversation, thank you.

[destinedtorule.livejournal.com]

I do hope you have better things to do than antagonize me, Midna.
It does, after all, make one wonder what your true intentions are.

[wheres-my-puppy.livejournal.com]

I can do as I please.

As for my intentions, I can tell you now they are anything but 'noble'.

[destinedtorule.livejournal.com]

Of course not. To expect nobility from such a beastly creature would be an insult to the more civilized.

[wheres-my-puppy.livejournal.com]

[Giggle.]

You always did have a way with sour words.

[destinedtorule.livejournal.com]

I haven't the time for your drivel. [Especially since he's finally decided to explore the ship.]

[wheres-my-puppy.livejournal.com]

All you have is time.

[Yaaaaawn.]

Well. I will be here, and so will you.

See you later~

[destinedtorule.livejournal.com]

[He still has yet to figure out how to turn off the communicator. So there are sounds of a piano being played. It isn't any melody in particular, only a random combination of notes.]

[wheres-my-puppy.livejournal.com]

[PING. Minda knows where that is!

She's gonna be creepin' you now.

Expect to hear a shadow giggle soon. The one right behind you.]

[destinedtorule.livejournal.com]

[He stops when he hears the giggle, his fingers hovering above the keys.]

Midna. Do you intend to show yourself or will continue to hide like a coward?

[wheres-my-puppy.livejournal.com]

Please, don't stop on my account.

[She steps out of the shadows, traditional attire replaced with a neon green tank-top and a pink pair of shorts. There's a little white flower sewn into one pants leg. Admittedly, they don't fit very well--made for women much shorter than herself--so there is a looot of skin showing.

Just be happy she decided you were worth a shirt.]

You weren't doing half bad.

[destinedtorule.livejournal.com]

[He turns to greet her. But any greeting he had formed died in his throat. He was expecting her imp form. But this? Remembering his decorum, he faces the piano once more, to keep from staring outright.]

So you've sought to harass me in person, have you?

[wheres-my-puppy.livejournal.com]

[Omigod.

YAY.

That. Is a wonderful reaction.

Grinning widely, she comes around to lean against the piano, directly in his line of sight. Will you continue to ignore her now that you've no excuse to turn around?]

Of course. Keep playing.

[She raps the wood with her long fingernails.]

[destinedtorule.livejournal.com]

[He looks up at Midna, refusing to allow his eyes linger longer than necessary. He knows her game. Because he is guilty of playing it himself. So she shouldn't think she's won. Not yet, anyway.]

Yes, Your Majesty. [And there is mockery in his tone, as he resumes playing.]

[wheres-my-puppy.livejournal.com]

Tell me; Does my form surprise you, my great greedy pig?

[She can't help herself. Even if he lies, she knows she did. Denying it would be admitting it. Admitting it would be a wonderful stroke to her bloated ego.]

[destinedtorule.livejournal.com]

Of course. You have gotten much taller since we last met.

[wheres-my-puppy.livejournal.com]

And you have gotten shorter.

[Snicker.]

[destinedtorule.livejournal.com]

[He barely acknowledges her insult. But instead closes his eyes and continues to play a somber melody.]

[wheres-my-puppy.livejournal.com]

Now...what calls a man such as yourself to the Goddesses greatest invention?

If you don't mind me asking?

[She wonders how long it will take before they are both sick of their faked politeness.]