Zelda, Princess of Hyrule

Yeah, I c'n get y'there.

Meet me at th' deck three lifts.

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You have my gratitude, ma'am. [Lifts, lifts? What lifts--

Oh. Those elevators. Zelda hates those.]

I will be there momentarily.

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[Click. Meifeng hangs up, then idly wanders over to the elevators, leaning back against the wall and checking her ammo as she waits. Escorting passengers to the brig is boring, but it's a nice break in routine.]

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[Zelda has not yet actually spoken to any crew members' this is a first.

As promised, she only took a few moments to make her way to the proper meeting place. Once there, she offers the other woman a tiny nod in greeting, and in thanks.]

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[Slipping the pistol back into her holster, Meifeng pushes away from the wall and unclips her keycard.]

Y'got the shit y'wanna take t'him?

[She swipes it, and the LED on the wall flashes green a moment before the doors slide open.]

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I do, yes. [She's regarding Meifeng carefully; she'd been told not to trust the crew members, but Meifeng seems fine. So far.]

I...appreciate this very much. Thank you.

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[Stepping into the elevator, she waits for Zelda to follow. Swiping her keycard again, she presses a few buttons, the doors close and they begin to descend.]

It's no thing.

[Meifeng leans back against the wall and eyes the pointy-eared woman.]

Zelda, naam?

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You have my gratitude all the same.

[Elevators, augh. She swallows her apprehension and steps in with her, clasping her hands to hide the shaking.]

...Yes, that is my name.

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[Meifeng smirks and runs her fingers through her hair, scraping it back and winding it neatly into a bun, pulling a carved stick of bone from her holster and sliding it through to keep in place.]

Y'enjoyin' th'cruise?

[They're going deeper, deeper into the ship. Far deeper than most passengers will ever go.]

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[Not at all. While the ocean is beautiful, Zelda wants to go home. She is, however, a diplomat.]

The boat itself is extremely fascinating; I would have never imagined I would find a forest, or a field of flower on a ship.

[She's noticing this. Just how big is this boat?]

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[Letting out an amused snort, Meifeng watches the princess with curiosity.]

Capn's a great man, he's got a lotta power. Meth's makin' new decks an' shit too.

[And still deeper.]

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[Zelda regards her with a neutral expression.]

I have noticed that he does. The power to bring those back from the dead. Great power indeed. [New decks...Just how far down do they have to go?]

Just how big is this ship, exactly?

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As big as th' Cap'n decides it is.

[Ding! The doors slide open onto an entirely unfamiliar deck, dark and damp and utterly unloved. Rows of cells line the walls, guarded by walking skeletons.]

Ladies first, eh?

[Meifeng makes a gesture for Zelda to step out of the elevator.]

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Fascinating. [She murmurs, then steps out into the darkness when instructed. Upon glancing around, she comes to the immediate conclusion that this was a...horrible place.]

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[Letting the doors close behind her, Meifeng doesn't miss the look on Zelda's face. She sucks on her teeth and raps her knuckles on the cold metal bars, the vibrations ringing through the small hallway.]

Welcome t'the brig. Y'don' wanna end up here, don't piss off the Cap'n, naam?

[She waits a moment for that to sink in, then gestures and walks past her.]

He's this way.

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[She glances down the hall before letting her eyes settle on Meifeng again.]

I will certainly make every attempt not to do such a thing. [Ending up down here is something Zelda has no desire to do. She follows after her, ever silent.]

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[A few cells down, Meifeng gestures to the skeleton guard to move aside, then jerks her thumb at the bars.]

He's in there.

Hey prisoner, y'got a visitor.

[And with that, she backs off and leans against the opposite bars, unsheathing her hunting knife and checking the blade against her thumb.]

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[The crew actually brought Her Majesty down. That's... spectacular. Sheik's not against leaning against the bars of his cell. He's tried to push all of the wondrous bras into one corner. Not easy to do with the amount there are, or the glorious Pony Bee.]

A present. Wonderful.

Thanks.

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[Zelda is surprised as well.]

I brought the things you asked for. [Her eyes catch a glimpse of the undergarments, and her eyes glitter in amusement.] I suppose you would like them now?

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[He peers over to where Meifeng stands. What; the witch is staying around? That's unnerving.

He looks back over to Zelda and gives her a rather secretive smile. Something for her alone.]

Unless you had something else to give me, Zelda.

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[She returns his smile faintly, trying to withhold her chuckle at his situation. To let it loose would be rather rude.]

Here. [She passed him the little bundle she had carried through the bars. She wasn't terribly bothered by the crew member, she'd been chaperoned and watched her entire life. Meifeng's presence was hardly something to upset Zelda.]

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[He accepts it gratefully. Sheik doesn't like being restrained. He doesn't particularly care for being watched. For seven years, he got to taste freedom. It's part of why he holds a vague animosity for what ties him to his princess.]

Thank you.

[He fingers the cloth she brought him and carefully lifts his hands to apply it, nice and tight around the face.] Has she-- [He jerks his head at Meifeng.] --been tolerable, or is she as terrible as Meth Rezza?

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[Zelda doesn't blame him. She despises being confined, as well as small places. It is partially the reason she hates elevators so much.]

She has been very pleasant. [She casts a glance at Meifeng.] We have no quarrel with each other. [She leans in a little closer, regarding him carefully. What had Meth done that had angered him so...?]

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[He eyes her carefully, warily. What does she think of him now? Now that Sheik's shown he's not all flowers and lace. Does he frighten her? Unlikely. Her trust has surely fallen, however... Which he can understand.

'Pleasant'. That's not a word he'd use to describe any of the crew.]

I see. I suppose that is good. ...I apologize for letting you see me in such a state.

[He lifts a hand and carefully grasps one of the bars of his cell.]

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