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[scionofwisdom]

[There is a clunk, and by the way the person is talking, it sounds rather like someone has accidentally pressed a button on the communicator.]

What...is this magic? [The decidedly feminine voice is composed but strained, and there is evident confusion interlaced with a bit of suspicion. The speaker is examining the device, and as she begins to figure out how to use it, her voice strengthens, though her next words sound...tired.]

Where am I...? [She seems to be talking to herself, and her voice is faint; she isn't speaking directly into the device anymore.] How...odd.

[She clears her throat, then directs her voice into the communicator, fully intending on finding out just what is going on.]

Being as I am quite obviously not in Hyrule Castle, nor even Hyrule itself; I must ask for some sort of explanation. If there is someone out there that can offer that, I would be deeply indebted to you.

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[oblique-wisdom.livejournal.com]

[There is an utter pause. This is too similar. This is too... something. Zelda's seen strange things aboard the ship, so she shouldn't be surprised, but at the same time...]

......

[She finally speaks with furrowed eyebrows and confusion touching her voice.]

...Beg pardon?

[scionofwisdom.livejournal.com]

It spoke back...[So it was some sort of communication device. Interesting.]

Greetings, miss.

[This paticular Zelda isn't amused in the slightest; waking up in a bed that is not her own is disconcerting, as is the general situation. Zelda is, to put it honestly, annoyed. This is not a feeling she is accustomed to. She likes being in control and she feels very...out of sorts.

She does, however, attempt to remain polite. This could hardly be the fault of the young woman who answered her.]

Have you an explanation as to this madness...? Am I caught in a dream?

[oblique-wisdom.livejournal.com]

[Sorry, Zelda, your ancestor is having a rough time wrapping her mind around the idea that you're from Hyrule. Or that you're talking about Hyrule in general. That's all she can seem to zero in on.

She better be polite too, though.]

...And to you, Miss...

This is the ship the M.S. Elegante, en route to the Golden Shore.

If it would not be so forward of me to ask, you... spoke of Hyrule before, yes? You are from it?

[This Zelda already seems to have an idea of who you are. She just needs it confirmed.]

[scionofwisdom.livejournal.com]

The Golden Shore...[It is an unfamiliar name and does not reassure her.]

Ah, yes. I am from it [She rules it]; please believe me when I say with great urgency that I must get back. Immediately. [Twilight's taint has corrupted the land; it is rather important that she not be here.]

[oblique-wisdom.livejournal.com]

[They can agree on those terms. Zelda thinks of the Golden Shore and in a way, almost thinks of the Twilight Realm.]

...That is very much how I felt when I was brought here. If it.. would not be rude of me to ask, exactly... who are you?

Please understand we are all attempting to return home. You are not alone in this endeavor, Miss.

[shockedlogic.livejournal.com]

You are aboard a ship called the M.S. Elegante. We were all brought here, though none of us know why. Well, aside from the crew, but they are apparently not at liberty to say.

i lol'd at shockwave talking to zelda

[scionofwisdom.livejournal.com]

[There is an extremely long pause here. She's trying to decide if this person is indeed insane, or, if by some strange (and perhaps cruel) whim of the goddesses, he is telling the truth.]

I...see. That is...frustrating.

:D

[shockedlogic.livejournal.com]

[He wishes he could say it was insanity, he really does. It would be so much easier that way.]

I entirely agree with you. But if it's any consolation, the company is... interesting.

[scionofwisdom.livejournal.com]

[She is beginning to agree. At least then there would be some sort of excuse for all of this nonsense.]

Interesting? How so?

Forgive my terrible manners; I am Princess Zelda of Hyrule. May I have the honor of your name...?

[shockedlogic.livejournal.com]

We all have come from very different places. Much can be learned here.

You may. I am Shockwave of the Decepticons. It's a pleasure, Princess Zelda.

[threedaystime.livejournal.com]

Hyrule Castle? Another person from Hyrule? Or... well, one of the Hyrules.

You're on a ship called the MS Elegante. You've been kidnapped, basically, I'm sorry to say...

[scionofwisdom.livejournal.com]

Another...?[What madness is this?]


...Kidnapped? That is extremely disturbing news, young man. [Another who speaks of this odd boat. Perhaps these people are not as insane as she had initially thought.

...That does not bode well in the Princess' mind.]

[threedaystime.livejournal.com]

[...there's a chill up his spine. This is who he thinks it is, isn't it.]

That's one of the least disturbing aspects of this place.

...um, is your name possibly... Zelda?

[scionofwisdom.livejournal.com]

[Zelda is beginning to get the chills herself; this is all fa to surreal and nightmarish to actually be plausible.

Perhaps she is insane.]

Yes. Princess Zelda of Hyrule. What might your name be...?

[threedaystime.livejournal.com]

[Long pause. So, another one. What's next, a second Midna?]

My name is Link, although I'm... not going to be the one you probably know.

[It is so weird saying something like that.]

[pimp-hat.livejournal.com]

By da Loa, anoddah one from Hyrule?

[Here's hoping that it's not another copy.]

[scionofwisdom.livejournal.com]

[Now that is an odd accent; certainly nothing Hylian.]

Yes, evidently. [In a place as strange as this, she has to admit that hearing that there are others here from Hyrule is a comforting thought.

For now.]

[pimp-hat.livejournal.com]

Least joo be havin' dose from joor home here wid joo den. Not everyone be dat lucky.

[Lives in a castle. Has a regal attitude. He's got a pretty good idea where this is going.]

[scionofwisdom.livejournal.com]

I...suppose you could consider that luck. [She does not sound convinced.]

What might your name be, sir...?

[pimp-hat.livejournal.com]

My name be Kevas ladymon.

And I'm gonna go out a limb and guess dat joor name be Zelda.

[wheres-my-puppy.livejournal.com]

...Princess?

[Have some mad cackling on Midna's end.

OH MAN DID SHIT JUST GET INTERESTING.]

[scionofwisdom.livejournal.com]

...Yes.

[This one truly does sound insane. The voice is slightly familiar, however. She has never seen Midna in her true form, only once as an imp.


...Things definitely just got interesting.]

[wheres-my-puppy.livejournal.com]

Do you know who this is, Princess?

Do you recognize my voice?

[There's definitely cruelty in her tone. She's so curious to see how the perfect little Zelda deals with being held prisoner, again. Will she do nothing but stay in her room this time, too?]

[scionofwisdom.livejournal.com]

I recognize the voice, yes. I have heard you but once, Midna, but I suppose that your voice is one that is not easily forgotten.

[Zelda does not quite understand Midna's cruelty, but she does hear it in her voice. She keeps her own tone perfectly flat; each person that speaks to her brings a new development, a new series of questions that Zelda has a feeling they will not have answers to.]

[wheres-my-puppy.livejournal.com]

[Midna giggles. Oh, this is just too good.]

Only once you say?

With a handsome beast in tow, I suppose. That 'once'?

[Giiiiiiggle.]

First, I'll have to disappoint you by saying that there's no Twilight in this world other than the one that comes on schedule, as the day ends. Second? That I know how our little struggle against Zant and his maker ends because I was there. I just happened to be there.

Third...if I get a little personal, it's because, Zelda, you and I were one for a time. It was really a selfish gesture on your part, but it certainly gave me plenty of fresh insight on our situation. You may have even saved Hyrule for your sacrifice; I couldn't tell you how it all would have ended had you simply taken my place in leading the hero like I'd asked.

There's more--much, much more I could tell you--but that is what I wanted to share with you right now.

Oh, and one last question I keep forgetting to ask your great, great, great--and so on--grandmother;

Can the Triforce still feed you wisdom here in this Goddessless realm? Or are you blind?