PRINCESS ZELDA.

"The people who have stood by me deserve a ruler who is confident - and this I shall give them!" independent / selective / private canon-divergent + smash-based princess zelda of "the legend of zelda". interpreted by alex.

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hi there, this is mainly for myself so i know what i need to get done! there is also an excellent chance i forgot someone, so feel free to let me know if i have. i will reblog this the next time things are updated.

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1.) @supersplash-smash 2.) @sternenteile 3.) @sacrificarem

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“Sir Mewtwo, I must know.”

The beginning of her question is filled with the uncertainty of her youth, and the hidden feelings that lay underneath the exterior of nobility and kindness. Yet, in front of the psychic Pokemon of legendary stature, how could she pretend to be anything, when within seconds, that very facade she had worked so hard to upkeep would be instantaneously shattered?

She grips her fists tightly, and bites her lip ever so slightly, yet not enough to draw blood. In an attempt to speak, she opens her mouth, but the words are caught in her throat. She takes a deep breath, and tries again, this time looking Mewtwo’s way.

“How do you maintain control over your powers? How do you manage to be so calm in the face of adversity, despite the pain you’ve faced? I... I cannot understand. I simply cannot! Expectations can be so crushing, so terribly crushing. I wish to know how to improve myself, and yet I find myself at a stalemate.”

“I must know how you do it. Please, if you would be so kind... tell me how you have become to tranquil with your powers.”

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“I wonder what I shall do...”

She mutters to herself quietly, pacing in front of the throne with her brow furrowed and eyes closed. Behind the darkness of her eyelids came the faces of her royal guardsmen, and her closest confidants within the royal court. All were offering their advice to her about how to be a better “queen”; and yet, all of it had become an auditory blur, swirling this way and that into a never-ending stream of consciousness that seemed never to have an end.

How she would have adored to have a story right then, something to watch and observe, while perhaps laughing and feeling her heart soften at the sight! But where was she to find a storyteller on such short notice, and better yet, who would possibly be interested in giving her such a performance?

“What to do, what to do...” She continues to mutter. How she would very much have adored a visual spectacle, filled with magic and wonder - and how very much she would have enjoyed to witness it rather than conjure it up herself. Something was endlessly exciting about the prospect of meeting someone new, with a fresh perspective and unique ideas that could send her imagination to heights previously thought unreachable.

“Where am I to find a storyteller...?”

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SIR JOKER‌:

“Hmm.” She definitely had something on her mind the moment she saw him, didn’t she?  She was maybe a little more sensitive than some of the other fighters.

“Unfortunately not on my own.  I get assistance with that.  I mostly just stab people.” A pause.  “The ‘thief’ part would be right.  Though probably not what you’re thinking.”

“You... stab people? Well, I certainly figured as much, but is that truly all you do?” She questions, raising an eyebrow as she looks him over from head to toe. What a flamboyant outfit, on top of everything else - though, he is certainly rather mysterious. Fitting, for the thief persona; however, he likely had a point. Zelda did indeed have a limited understanding of what the term “thief” truly meant, especially as it appeared in books and fairy tales.

Yet, his statement intrigued her, as she felt her heart skip a beat - how rare it was, to further explore all these different types of thievery - though she would never encounter it herself. This, unfortunately, was a fact she could not deny.

“Would it be... nosy of me to ask what exactly you mean, Sir Joker, by such a statement? You must understand that by being so cryptic, you encourage my questions, and unfortunately, I can be quite ruthless from a verbal standpoint.”

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ALRIGHT, I KNOW IT WAS A LONG SHOT FOR THE MARRIAGE. YOU COULDN'T HANDLE MY BEAUTY SO YOU SAID NO. I UNDERSTAND, BUT I, KING K. ROOL, THE KING OF KREMLINGS, AND THE BEST KING IN ALL OF THE WORLDS, WILL ASK YOU IF WE COULD MAAAAAAAAAAYBE WORK TOGETHER. WHATTYA SAY!?!?!-From: King K. Rool

“Eh...”

She grumbles, as her fingers grip the letter tightly, fiercely, as the words written on the page begin to become nothing more than chicken scratch in her mind. She supposes she must have this fool’s letters eradicated from being within five feet of her eyeline - but that would certainly not convince him. No. She had to take drastic measures to ensure that this rather arrogant and filthy creature never had the nerve to contact her again.

She looks into her mirror, and finds a wicked smile growing across her face. Her hair begins to fall in wisps over her forehead, down her cheeks, as she starts to chuckle to herself.

“You have truly asked for it, King K. Rool...” She mutters to herself, voice nearly cracking. Why men, specifically male nobles, felt the need to belittle her like this was beyond her understanding - but this was truly the one thing that she could never look past; being looked down upon by the male sex, and seen as nothing more than an OBJECT to POSSESS.

She takes her feather pen, ornately decorated with greens and reds, and begins to write:

“Why did you not say so, most honorable King K. Rool? Perhaps something can be arranged. And how nicely you asked, my apologies for misunderstanding before. I suppose I should have watched myself and looked deeper into your words.”

With a serious expression, she looks at the pen and briefly touches her finger to the tip. Soon, the ink penetrates her skin, creating a viscous mix between blood and black liquid that oozes onto the page - a black magic curse that would inevitable create an unfortunate outcome on the reader. How lucky, that she had absorbed this knowledge from her secret studies.

With her finger, as delicately as she can so that it was indistinguishable from the penned text, she writes the final, damning words:

“It would be a shame if you suffered something terrible because of my insolence. Sincerely, Queen Zelda Evalinne Hyrule.”

She sets the pen down, and cleans her hand of the blood with a nearby cloth, and stares at herself in the mirror. She takes a moment to herself, breathing in deeply, as she regains her composure and relaxed posture. Then, as though having practiced the movement many a time, she takes the letter in her hands and rolls it into a perfect ball, stamping the royal seal on it and tying it with a red ribbon.

“Such a shame he had to toy with fire.”

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SIR CHOMPERS‌:

To say her reaction didn’t surprise him would be telling a lie. Never once has he met a princess so apt on letting him know that if he were to attack her it might end badly for him. He’s so used to people like Peach being disgusted by his behavior and deciding they want nothing to do with him, not weird princesses like Zelda finding him cute.

For once, however, he was actually a little excited to find prey that bites back, metaphorically speaking. He takes a moment to stare blankly at Zelda after her warning before deciding to speak again, teeth gnashing slowly as he spoke.

“IT AIN’ THAT NO ONE’S EVER PET ME BEFORE. IT JUS’… FEELS WEIRD. AIN’T USED TO IT. IT TICKLES. IT SUCKS.”

That’s all a fabricated lie. He doesnt like being pet because it feels good, and the last thing he wants is to feel like he’s at the mercy of his prey. If only his head wasn’t so sensitive!

“LOOK, IF I LET YA’ PET ME, WILL Y'JUST DROP IT ALREADY? YER’ ACTIN’ WEIRD AN’ IT’S THROWIN’ ME OFF.” Honestly, Chompers wasn’t a big fan of this situation, but with the princess acting this strangely it might be better off for him to accept the pats regardless of whether or not he enjoys it. Besides, if she pissess him off. He could always take a bite out of her.

Not that that’d be good for him, but when has that ever stopped him before?

“JUS’… DON’T BE WEIRD ‘BOUT IT.”

“Hmm... fair enough. I suppose I cannot disagree with this.” Comes her response after a moment of internal deliberation. The Piranha Plant, rather loud yet honest, clearly is apprehensive about the prospect of being pet. But alas, what would overthinking it do for her now, when she has already informed him of the consequences? 

Ah well. Best to simply follow him at his word. Should he attempt to bite her hand again, he would hopefully know better. She was certainly not lying when she warned him about the dark magic that welled under the skin of her hand, in the veins running through her body to her heart, but in the end, she saw him as a creature of instinct. So, she would take him at his word.

What else was she to do?

With an extension of her hand, she carefully places her palm on his head. Interesting... what a texture. Unique, unspeakable - she rubs it once or twice, allowing the feeling to register in her sensory memory. Curious, so curious! A remarkable scientific discovery - there certainly did not exist textures like this in Hyrule, or in her Hyrule at the very least. Perhaps in another Hyrule, there was such a thing.

There was simply nothing else like this Piranha Plant’s skin! But, she was done; she could not distress him further, she thinks as she retracts her hand, and gives him a warm smile.

“I apologize if that was distressing, or that it was not too ticklish.” She begins, bringing her hands together. “But I must say, you have interesting skin! I cannot even begin to describe what it feels like, but you are a remarkable creature. We have nothing like you where I come from. I am privileged that I get to fight alongside you.”

“I do hope that wasn’t “weird” of me, as you say. But I suppose sometimes I act on impulse. If you wish to eat my hand now, you may. I cannot stop you. It can be your reward for putting up with my selfish request.”

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“I’ve recently come to know about a certain piece of technology called “Dance Dance Revolution”. I wonder if it would be worth a try to acquire it for myself? I have heard it is terrific in case one is feeling overwhelmed... and I suppose the music is catchy as well.”

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Spark was feeling tired. Incredibly tired. It's not often the Pichu feels so.. lethargic, especially considering his typing and - well - the fact that he's constantly on the move. However, that does not stop him from wanting to rest. If only he had somewhere nice and snug to lay on... oh! Look. Zelda's long dress. It was touching the floor just enough to actually cushion it. That means it's the perfect place for Spark to plop down for a little nap, and catch some Z's.

Wearing this dress - white and covering her feet - was not necessarily something she did often, and yet what a warm surprise! How lucky she was that a small creature - a Pichu, if she remembered the correct nomenclature for the tiny electric mice Pokemon - would find solace in the fabric. Her heart swells in excitement at being able to watch such a phenomenon unfold before her eyes, and how adorable it all truly was!

“Well, look at this!” She exclaims, though immediately lowers her voice in hopes of not waking the small creature. “Though this dress of mine is comfortable, perhaps he may like a small bed to sleep on.”

Gently, she picks up the small Pokemon, and proceeds down the hall to her quarters, which was decorated minimalistically, yet served its purpose. With all the care in the world, she sets the Pokemon down on her pillow, plush and frilly, and leans back out.

“Unfortunately, I have to move in this dress - you would be dragged along. I hope this will suffice better, little Pichu.”

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“So, as the leader of the Phantom Thieves, there are others in your team, yes? I understand that you all would prefer to go by your code names, and perhaps you may not even want to risk telling me even that part, but I am very much curious to know what exactly it is you all do. There are thieves who specialize in certain types of robberies, and while I know I cannot expect a full answer, it would be interesting to know what it is you... steal, I suppose.”

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SIR CHOMPERS‌:

Unsurprisingly, she seemed to understand right away that Chompers was a predator, a creature that existed at the top of the foodchain, a beast in the form of a plant. Yes, it does seem that Chompers has that sort of intimidating air about him that would make any normal person shy away from him or try to get away from him as soon as possible…

Yet Zelda stood there, admiring him, piecing together thoughts in her head that were all connected towards understanding this beast better and better. The way she spoke to him was unlike anything he’s heard before - she was royalty, sure, but he didn’t expect her to be so… formal, with him. Especially since he was so rude.

Just who was this girl?

“WHY DO Y’KEEP TALKIN’ LIKE THAT? STOPPIT. S’WEIRD.” Being referred to in such a formal manner caught him off-guard. He wasn’t sure how to feel. Awkward, maybe, considering how strange he felt about the whole situation - and then came Zelda asking if he would like to be pet.

“Y’WANNA PET ME? ME!? CHOMPERS?! TH’PIRANHA PLANT? EATER’VE HATS? BANE OF THE MARIO BROS? Y’WANNA STICK YER’ HAND ANYWHERE NEAR MY HEAD? GET REAL, GIRL, I AIN’ BOUTTA LET’CHA TOUCH ME WITHOUT TAKIN’ A NIBBLE. Y’WANT YER’ HAND BIT OFF, YOU’LL GO THROUGH WITH IT.”

It was a warning - one he’s been forced to give to just about anyone who tries interacting with him, thanks to Isabelle. He warns people - touch him, and you run the risk of getting bit. It’s a simple trade, a warning that’s much needed in the event that someone ends up getting their hand bitten off.

… That isn’t to say he’d actually do it. He just doesn’t want random people petting him.

“I will not stop how I’ve been speaking my entire life, Sir Chompers. With all due respect, I have control over how I talk.” She answers proudly, pouting a bit at the Piranha Plant’s rather ridiculous demand. Why change something that was so inherent to her, so essential to her that it was not quite unlike the need to breathe? “It is the same as the way you speak - you cannot change it, and if you do, it sounds awfully unnatural, would you not say?”

She puts her hands on her hips and shakes her head, as though she were lecturing a young child - ironic, considering she herself was barely sixteen. A habit of hers, she oft did it when she felt that others could very well shape up, or if she felt insulted. Though, perhaps she was being a bit defensive in retrospect - after all, this was likely all the Piranha Plant had known for his entire life. Nothing but anger, sadness, frustration, non-autonomy... and that was both turned inward and outward in different ways. Being the servant of a greater evil certainly left a lot of room to be desired.

And how could he not feel lonely, she wondered, when he pushes all away from him? Though, this thought was merely an assumption, it brought a softness to Zelda’s gaze, as all the anger and frustration vanished from her face as though lifted like a curtain.

“I apologize for being firm, it was not fair to you.” She says, looking away bashfully. “But, are you certain that you would bite my hand off? That seems a bit extreme; it was simply an innocent request... all I would do is touch you for five seconds. But I suppose that is too much to ask...”

Yet, the desire to pet him had only grown - he was adorable in the most grotesque way possible; not a person in the palace understood Zelda’s obsession with finding creatures like the Piranha Plant cute. There must be some way to convince him!, she thinks, trying to put her thoughts to the test. Perhaps she ought to get to know him better first.

Yes. That was the answer!

“Has no one ever pet you in your life? That is rather sad... instead, everyone is afraid of you. Or most - not necessarily all. And to be honest, I highly doubt you would enjoy my hand. The magic contained within may not mesh well with your digestive system.” 

She inspects her own hand dramatically, which was covered with a glove. She sighs, equally as dramatically, to herself.

“Are you to tell me that you are not interested in new experiences? Such a shame. Such a shame. And it would only be for a few seconds, but if you are so set on nibbling on this hand of mine... the explosive magic contained in this very hand could very well decimate your insides, thus rendering you incapacitated. As far as I know, while you Piranha Plants spit fire, the type of explosive magic I speak of is anything but - rather, it is dark magic with unpredictable consequences. In effect, you would eat my hand without knowing what would happen to you, with death being a very real possibility. So with this being said, allow me to ask you again.”

“May I pet you, Sir Chompers?”

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❛ you will have never loved for nothing. ❜

FOR THE PRINCESS, ANYTHING.

“Part of me wishes I could believe you,” comes her response, making the back of her throat hurt with all the repressed frustrations that had come from a childhood of holding these negative feelings at bay; her words ache to be used in protest, and yet she cannot. How can she, when these words come from an inevitable place of kindness? Why, they must! Why else would they be said? “And yet, I find that I cannot. For sometimes, those whom I have loved have disappeared entirely, never to return. And oft I wondered what I had done to deserve it.”

She takes a deep breath, and clenches her fists, remembering the paternal smile of her father and the soft and inviting caress of her mother on her youthful cheek all these years ago. And yet… gone, they were. But they were also part of a past tragedy, one she was expected to pass.

“Loving is an odd concept to me, you must understand. I cannot give all of myself to anyone other than my people, this is how I truly feel. And yet, I am met with criticism nigh daily, and I am supposed to hold my head high. What is it all for, I often ask? For what?”

“I wish I knew. This is all I can say.”

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JOKER‌:

      { ジョーカー } Not five seconds into the conversation and this girl was already asking the deep questions. Well, he was happy to answer. “Well, it probably has to do with the fact that there’s only one of me. But outside of that, it’s not just the mask that hides my identity. To be a thief like me, you have to be good at stealth, so my identity is well hidden because nobody ever really sees me to begin with.”

“As for my ‘identity’, all you need to know is that my name is Joker, and I’m the leader of the Phantom Thieves of Hearts. Any more info than that isn’t necessary. But either way, it’s nice to meet you, Zelda. Don’t worry about the rambling, you get to the point a lot quicker than some other people I know.”

“Phantom Thieves of Hearts...” A little long, perhaps even a bit redundant - were phantom and thieves a bit interchangeable?, she thinks to herself curiously - yet it sticks to her mind with persistence. The prospect of being able to hide behind a mask and sneak out into the night, eschewing her duties and becoming something completely different, perhaps even being TRUER to herself, was a truly attractive prospect indeed.

“So, Joker. A curious name, but fitting. And how smart that you can be nameless in reality and yet have such a flamboyant appearance with the mask on! I suppose it fits the romantic idea of the thief, running into the night and stealing what he pleases. Though, do not misunderstand - I very much wish I could be in your position.”

She says this with longing, bringing her hands to her chest - though, logically, she knows better than to drag on and on about her private fantasies to someone she had just met, and even then, only known in passing and by name. The contestants all received the envelope, but... did he not steal his?

Well, fitting. He was a thief after all.

“The pleasure is mine, Sir Joker. I apologize for my rudeness.” She says, giving him a curtsy. “Though, to go on your point about stealth - some are gifted in it, some are not. I would very much like to learn, for it may be useful in battle. But perhaps the art of surprise is even more important in some ways. Or perhaps they are interlinked. What do you think? You are the one with the most experience, after all.”

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“There are quite a few Jokers around here. I wonder if some are shapeshifters... but then that brings to question who the real Joker is? Perhaps this is the next thing I must pursue.”

“I must find out and unmask every one! That will destroy their disguise!”

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LUCINA‌:

“It’s true - holding this sword has been difficult at times. But this blade has been passed down generation after generation in my family all the way from Lord Marth.” She said, looking at Falchion with a smile. “Though I wouldn’t say we were chosen so to say. It’s because of our ancestry that we are able to wield this blade. My choice for what I do with this was to defend my people and…”

“The same can be said for magic in my family,” Zelda replies softly, closing her eyes, and imagining the runes dancing before her back at the training hall in the palace. “There is one particular art that we must learn no matter what, but it also greatly shunned. It takes a great toll on our bodies, and there were many before me who could not control it. Unfortunately, it led to a great many calamities - it is said that one even fell to Ganon, the great evil of my world.”

Zelda shakes her head in remembrance of a memory not her own, but of a past life. How they all weave together, a tangled web of this and that, eventually enmeshing themselves into a consistent narrative that always painted the same painting of destiny, courage, and wisdom.

And yet... dark magic was always behind that curtain.

“Ancestry and bloodlines truly do matter in this case. It is wonderful that you can be so proud of holding that sword, especially with a smile. I envy you for that. Watching you fight, there is an artistry to your movements - I oft practice with a rapier, but I am unfortunately far more proficient in magic. I would very much like to learn how to use the sword properly. But... do tell me.”

“You wished to defend your people, and...? I apologize if I am a bit nosy, but we are both contestants in the same tournament. It feels prudent to get to know one another.”