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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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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?

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[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.]

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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.

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I am Princess Zelda of Hyrule. [Her voice is a little stiff, but that is only due to the fact that she is frustrated, and concerned. It isn't for herself, but for Hyrule and her people that she has left behind.]

Of course. I apologize for my urgency; but I admit it is rather imperitive I do get home as quickly as possible.

[oblique-wisdom.livejournal.com]

[Suspicions confirmed. Though, really? Princess? With such an air about her, this Zelda's expecting something a little... more.

...This is a breaking the ice mode.]

I hardly need to be the one to lay claim to the idea that brash actions lead only to brash consequences.

If I may, I believe I need to see you with my own eyes. I can tell you all I know of this ship and the potential for returning to your Hyrule.

[This is not the time for this to be happening.]

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[Something is off, here.]

That would be entirely acceptable; though I must confess that while you know my name, I do not know yours...? [Her voice ends with a question; the slight lilt in her sentence at the end left an opening for Zelda to introduce herself.]

[oblique-wisdom.livejournal.com]

[Zelda's silent. She's thinking. This is awkward. She's introducing herself to someone... who... might as well be the same. Except not. This feels different. Familiar, sure, but identical? Nonsense.

She manages to speak, however.]

I am Zelda, Princess of Hyrule.

It is a privilege, Princess.

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[Either this woman had the courage of a hero to impersonate a Princess or she was absolutely out of her mind. Zelda's mind did not know how to process this new development; it was simply unheard of for someone to introduce themselves as...well, her.

Then again, the girl might be telling the truth. That fact in itself gave Zelda an icy tingle that stretched the length of her spine.]

I believe that I must see you for myself, as well.

[oblique-wisdom.livejournal.com]

[She can easily be contrived as either--perhaps, given her mental capacity or based on actions she has taken.]

I did imagine you would share my sentiments, my lady. Simply state the place and the time. Surely you could use a hand in acquainting yourself with the vessel. I am not against offering this.

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It would be...to my advantage, I think, to have someone show me around this strange...place. I would prefer not to be lost. I admit that as I am not in my own Hyrule, I find myself rather...free.

[Zelda is still not sure what to make of her yet.]

[oblique-wisdom.livejournal.com]

[This ship is like a prison, but Zelda has come to find that being confined to her throne and her title is as much hostility as being under Ganondorf's 'mercy'. She can certainly understand well enough what it means to have freedom. It is only one of the luxuries she's had while she's been aboard.]

I will come to you. What residence have you been provided upon your arrival?

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[She has to do a moment of looking around, but once she speaks again she knows her room, and her deck.]

Room sixty-two zero seven, deck seven.

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[They're always on the same floor... This is clearly intentional.]

Simply down the corridor from me. I will be there in a moment.

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[Most likely.]

Alright. I will be here. [Waiting...anxiously.]

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[Zelda pieces herself together. Oh, look at that. By this time, she's acquired everything she had before. Except the Seal of Mar--which is still at large.

Have a blonde-haired princess at your door, Her Majesty Zelda. She's younger than you, but only by a couple of years. She's likely smaller too, but... There's definitely a similarity.

She hesitates before she knocks.]

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[Zelda is wearing her entire royal regalia; the black cloak she had donned was tossed casually on the bed as it was not presently needed.

She hesitated herself before resting a gloved hand on the doorknob. She inhales deeply before opening it to admit the other woman.

Once she sees her, Zelda knows immediately the girl isn't lying. It's also rather clear she herself isn't lying either, but the Zelda that stood before her had not seemed to ever assume that.]


...Princess. [She inclined her head, as much of a bow as she ever gave.] It is...an honor to meet you. [A strange honor, but an honor nonetheless.]

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[This Zelda is not against curtsying in the least.

Once again, her suspicions are confirmed. Her companion is older. Older and beautiful, a fine representation of what Zelda, herself, would like to be in the future. She seems to far more in... control of herself and hardly on the same wavelength.

She raises, turns a few shades of pink and her lips upturn. She wishes to share her optimism with her newly-found companion. She won't survive on the ship without turning into a dark and corrupt person otherwise.]

Allow me to explain. It... is very blatant to me that you are... How to say.

Familiar and yet, entirely different. As though you are a part of me. I can feel that. I can sense it. And yet, perhaps we have never met until now. Somehow, I feel that is not entirely probable, however.

There are three others from Hyrule here with me, prior to your arrival.

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[She nods slowly, moving back a bit to let the other in if she wishes.

One in the same yet entirely different. Somehow, Zelda understood.]

Improbable, yet somehow not impossible. [Her voice is quiet, the slight intonations changing with her words.]

Three prior...?

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[She's a little surprised when her companion grants her entry. She accepts it gratefully with an inclination of the head and draws her hands together in quiet thought.

How to describe each one.]

The Hero of Time is here, after the tales of him being returned to his original time.

There is a one Link, a knight in service to Her Majesty Zelda, who I can only presume must be you.

Then there is a very beauteous woman by the name of Midna, who... also seems to be familiar with you. She told me that she saw much of you in me. Aside from that, it would seem the five of us are the only ones aboard who are from one time in Hyrule or another.

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[She inhaled sharply at the mention of...her Link; she had heard someone say it but she supposed she could not truly believe it until she saw him for herself. She had, after all, never seen him as a human before. Only a wolf.]

A knight...[So, she would knight him, then. And that meant he would succeed. Hyrule would not suffer Twilight's taint forever. Good news, then.]

Midna I know, yes. We met...briefly. [Zelda remembers her as an imp, but...this Zelda's description makes Midna sound entirely different.]

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[It wasn't until she noticed the other Zelda's expression that she realized she probably should have been more careful with how she worded things. Then again, what was the possibility of influencing the future? After all, the Hero of Time had told her of things that happened in their future and it hadn't affected anything, except perhaps how she felt about it.

She taps her chin as her lips turn down into a faint pout.]

Perhaps that is enough for now. I am not in the position to say anything more on anyone I am not personally familiar with. Instead, it is more of my... right to inform you of any questions you may have about me. And hopefully, I am allowed to learn something of you as well.

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Of course. [She nodded once, letting her breath out in a slow exhale. She was right; these things were...not something that should be discussed.]

Where...[She caught herself with a tiny frown. No, not where.] When...are you from...?

[If Zelda's memory serves her correctly (and it usually does) the Hero of Time lived...approximately a hundred years ago. If that were the case, and she were the same Zelda...

Well. She had to make sure, first.]

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[Although Zelda's caught onto the slip of the tongue, she thinks nothing of it. It's only natural for her... otherwise descendant to react in such a way. Zelda's had time to grow acquainted with the idea. Even if it is a little strange.

Is anything stranger than sharing her body with a man, though? And... having... a suitor on top of it all?]

I am the one who sent the Hero of Time back to his original time. Alongside the Hero of Time and the other six Sages, I sealed Ganondorf into the Sacred Realm.

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[This was slightly confusing for Zelda, but she remembers the stories vividly.]

I remember...[There is a faint wisp of memory that tugs at her mind, but she cannot seem to collect it.]

My...home is covered in Twilight's taint. [She looks curious at the younger Zelda, putting the puzzle together piece by piece.] I would imagine I am from your...future.