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[kingofthisworld]

I had a wonderful evening, Zelda. Did you?


((ooc: This is still in the process of being logged. I was just completely stumped about what to have him post about. >_>))


Edit: Here's the log

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[oblique-wisdom.livejournal.com]

[And thank goodness for that. Zelda opens her closet and shuffles through the endless dresses she's acquired since her arrival. And casual clothing. And semi-formal. And semi-casual. Zelda just has a lot of clothes.]

You are not the only person aboard who is deceptive. Surely you will eventually find that out in your stay. Of course, you may prefer to work alone, which would be less than surprising.

Baron Praxis is likely already playing this same card. I expect you to be doing so as well. Deceive the masses until you have acquired whatever it is you may want here.

[destinedtorule.livejournal.com]

There is nothing I could possibly want here, Zelda. We are not in Hyrule. What else is there for me to covet?

[oblique-wisdom.livejournal.com]

I do not--

[Aha! Found him! In... a shoe. Zelda bends down to pick up the small, white wiggling rabbit.]

--have your thoughts, so I would know what you do or do not intend to covet. I do not believe that is within my right to know either.

[destinedtorule.livejournal.com]

[Well that rabbit's not here either, so he's getting to his feet and turning around to face Zelda.]

Because there is nothing here. Anything that I could possibly want remains in Hyrule, out of my grasp.

[oblique-wisdom.livejournal.com]

[She turns to Ganondorf and shows him her rabbit, mostly white with some black on the paws.]

Then all the better for you to be placed here than in Hyrule.

[destinedtorule.livejournal.com]

[He chuckles before looking down at the rabbit.]

You are not the first to say that to me.

[oblique-wisdom.livejournal.com]

I will not be the last.

[She cautiously holds up her rabbit.]

His name is Twelve.

[Don't ask. It was Hazar's doing.]

[destinedtorule.livejournal.com]

Twelve? You certainly have a unique naming convention, my dear.

[oblique-wisdom.livejournal.com]

[She inwardly cringes at the thought of this "my dear" business. She shakes her head at him, however.]

Well... I was not the one who named him. He belonged to a friend of mine. She was the one who named him.