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Ganondorf’s burnt-orange eyes narrowed with careful interest. That warrior with the greatsword was here once again, it seemed. No different from the last time they’d met, there was something about the mercenary that grabbed Ganon’s attention. …Not unlike a certain meddlesome forest child, now that the Prince of Thieves thought about it.
“You there,” he called out, crossing his arms resolutely and staring at Ragnell’s bearer. “The one known as Ike.”
It would be better, Ganondorf thought, to have this warrior as an ally instead of an enemy.
“What is that weapon you wield? Something about it… fascinates me.”
Ganondorf cracked his neck to the side and grinned maliciously at Falco.
"How's the weather down there, blue-bird?"
"Why do people insist on creating things that will inevitably be destroyed? Why do people cling to life, knowing that they must someday die? …knowing that none of it will have meant anything once they do?"
"You okay there, man? Wanna lie down? I can get ya a glass of water if y’want."
"Hrh. I don't need your help."
Ganondorf turned his back on Falco and stared at something in the distance.
"A carefree, cocky pilot like you wouldn't understand, anyway."
"Why do people insist on creating things that will inevitably be destroyed? Why do people cling to life, knowing that they must someday die? ...knowing that none of it will have meant anything once they do?"
"Heh! Looks like that kid from the forest is running around again."
"And it appears we have a pig runnin’ about again, huh? When’d ya get here this time?"
"Before you, it seems." The Gerudo smirked as he looked down at the boy who'd led him to the Sacred Realm so long ago -- both a thorn in his side and an unwitting assistant.
"Maybe it's just my destiny to be one step ahead of you." Ganondorf let loose a dark, taunting chuckle.
There was a squad made… without me?
"Yeah, and you ain’t invited. Ever."
"Sorry, kid. No non-clones allowed!"
Where my squad at?
FROM THE NORTH
"What’s going on in this thread?”
"Ah, Link. We were just talking about your most successful game, Link: The Faces of Evil."
"That game wasn’t successful at all! And for one, we don’t talk about that game!”
"What? Don't get mad at me. Maybe you just didn't collect enough rubies."
"What’s going on in this thread?”
"Ah, Link. We were just talking about your most successful game, Link: The Faces of Evil."
"Well, well, well. It's the little mouse with more electricity than it knows what to do with."
"Oh, it’s you!" Pichu looked rather upset. "I remember you Ganondorf! What do you want? Oh, and by the way, I’ve gotten MUCH better with my powers so you better watch out!" Pichu attempted to look intimidating my standing on all fours and letting electricity flow in and out of his cheeks and around his body. He’d gotten better with his powers, but being the species he was it was obvious he was having a bit of a struggle not hurting himself.
...Heh. With one auburn eyebrow raised, Ganondorf sized up the Tiny Mouse Pokémon and bit back a chuckle.
"Sure. Whatever you say, kid. Don't get mad at me for giving you a warm welcome." Laughing quietly to himself, the Gerudo turned and began walking away.
"Ganon? Why do you turn into a Boar when you use your triforce?"
Ganondorf stared back at Mega Man with an expression of mild distaste — maybe the inquiry had bothered him?
"Its strength is too great to be contained in this body," he explained, looking at the tips of his fingers as if questioning them. "So, the Triforce of Power grants me a new form."
"Why maintain a body of water if it won’t even stay purified for long?"
"A fine question," said Ganondorf, twirling a wisp of magic between his fingers. "The decay of something pure -- the influence of darkness -- is inevitable."
"You'd think more people would have learned that by now." It seemed from the weight of his words that this was something the Gerudo believed very deeply.
Containment (Open)
"Graaagh!"
Ganondorf's shout was nothing compared to the thunderous roar of dark magic as he thrust his fist forward. With the training room otherwise empty, there was nobody else around to watch the poor sandbag go flying, spinning fruitlessly, until it smacked with a dull thud into the wall. A faint trail of smoke traced its wispy path back to the Gerudo.
He stood there, breathing hard with his eyes narrowed like venom-slits, and curled his fingers back into a fist. It wasn't enough. It just wasn't enough. Cursing himself, cursing the sandbag, cursing the fire running through his veins that he couldn't ignore -- Ganondorf muttered bitter nothings as he left the training hall. Streaks of sweat marred his face, and he couldn't slow his breaths. Thankfully, there wasn't a soul around to witness his suffering.
...At least, that's what he thought until he nearly bumped into somebody in the gloom of the hallway.
Dark Dreams
With a deep, shuddering exhale, the body of the great Ganondorf stirred. He sat propped up in a chair, head leaning forward and hanging limply, and his feet lay askew at unruly angles. There could be no doubt about it: Ganondorf was asleep.
"Grrghhhh..." Even his snores came out like muffled snarls. It looked like this was one of the few times the King of Evil would ever be spotted off-guard.
Ganondorf turned aside, feeling as dark and as grim as the snarl on his lips. He'd endured this in silence long enough.
"I confront the one who holds ill will against me. Don't try to hide it. The Triforce of Power in my hand is burning even now at the presence of an enemy."
"Do you have the guts to face me openly? Speak!"
Tell my muse their fatal flaw in your muse's eye.
"You're weak."
The two words landed like the world's smallest diatribe, a representation of everything that Ganondorf thought could be wrong with a person condensed into language.
"Don't get me wrong -- you're a clever bird, and your fighting prowess is admirable. But you hold yourself back with your scruples and your worries about what others think of you."
"True power doesn't care about things like that."