The New Legend of Zelda V2 - {closed}

[vaska]

[Guuuysss!
I love inga! Clap if you love inga! <3]

[Choptop]

My eyelids shrouded half of my eyes, drooping over my chocolate-brown
slits.
"Is there honestly only one independent bed?.. How distasteful. As soft as this sounds, it would be unfair
to allow you to sleep on the cold-hard floor. We will have to compromise and figure something out."

[vaska]

"What? Like I levitate in the air?" Inga giggled. "I'm used to it, sometimes when Shinjurou went to sleep on the couch, I didn't want to take his bed, so i'd sleep on the floor." Inga nodded. "Not a problem!"

[Choptop]

{*claps so loud she creates a soundwave*
I love Inga! 8D}

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I sweeped my silvery-tinted bang behind my ragged, torn elven ear with a slimly irritated sigh.
"I have no clue what has gotten into me when I say this, but.. I suppose..I can deal with
sleeping on the floor. I'm pampered enough, being used to living in such an eloquent mansion."

[vaska]

[8D]

Inga shook his head, "Really!" He exclaimed. "It's okay! And! We could ask for two beds.." He murmured. "Or like.. we can take shifts.." He mumbled. "But it's really no big deal, I don't mind sleeping on the floor!" He exclaimed.
"And it makes it better, because I'm used to sleeping on the floor!" Inga exclaimed.
All Ghirahim could think about was getting home to demise.
And all Inga could think about was finding Shinjurou. So, in that way, they were sort of alike.
And to think about it, when Ghirahim gets to go home, Inga would have to come with. Wouldn't he?
He liked being in this era! He made way more friends other than he ever had back home.

He sat down on the floor. "I'm sleeping on the floor." He said, narrowing his eyes.

[Choptop]

♕ Name: Demise.
♕ Race: Demon.
♕ Position { Knight, Guard, Villager, etc. }: The King and ultimate leader of the nearly extinct Demon Tribe.
♕ Age: For the most part, unknown. Although he is definitely slightly older than Ghirahim, and age is beyond multiple millennia.
♕ Personality: Demise is a rather aggressive, defiant immortal being who is utterly merciless. Human lifeforms are no more than mere worthless specks of dust in his vision, and if the entirety of the human race was exterminated completely, it would come as a great relief to the Demom-King. He's hostile to any troublesome vermin that dares cross his path, for instance: Link, the tunic-clad hero who descends from the land in the sky titled Skyloft. It's rather amusing how..gentle and content he acts around his favorite and most beloved diamond-obsessed servant named Ghirahim, who is trusted dear enough for him to take on the role of Demon-Lord, or Prince.
♕ Relationship {Crush, boy/girlfriend, married, etc.}: Open|||Single {oooh I ship him with Ghirahim n' Hylia tho. nngh GhiraDemi <3}
♕ Shapeshifter/Elementalist?: He was cursed into the scaley, large-toed leviathan nicknamed as simply 'The Imprisoned'. Although,
without the soul of an individual pure enough, he cannot shift into his true, real form: The King of Demons.
So, no. He is not technically a shape-shifter. However, he seemed to be able to use anti-Skyward Strikes by sucking
up energy from lightning during the battle, so possibly, maybe, he can control lightning and thunder? For sure
the dark element, and perhaps fire.
♕ Theme Song(s): This one, from Demise's P.O.V about Ghirahim and this one from Ghirahim's P.O.V about Demise

[vaska]

[Accepted! 8D
\P.s.
I added to Inga's last post! =u=]

[deku baba]

Scarlett watched the other go. Hopping onto the chair, she looked outside and draw from inside, a long howl.

[Choptop]

{Thanks! Love your signature <3 I'll get mine going
once I have the spare time. When do you think they're going to be able to travel to Skyward Sword time?}

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Demons rarely drew weary, so for me to be genuinely worn out was a specialty.
"Well, if you insist.." I began, hesitant to climb underneath the rather bland comforter, removing
my cape and gloves. Usually I would change into something alot more light, but it just felt..odd with another in
the same room.

"I might stay up for a bit. I'll try to be as quiet as possible so I don't keep you awake."
I reassured while pulling out a thick, juicy novel while removing the feathered bookmark out from inbetween
the crisp pages. "Goodnight, then."

[vaska]

Inga stood up, and looked out the window. "Wait, don't we have to meet the group?" He asked. "It is late, maybe we'll talk in the morning." He mumbled. "Yeah, I'm good here, " He yawned. He sat down on the floor, then lie his head down on the floor. He stared at the ceiling.

"You know, this reminds me of home, " He grinned. "My other home. I feel safe." He said, rolling over, he had his back to Ghirahim. "What reminds you of home?" He asked.


[Not sure, actually, whenever it's best, I guess. eue
And thanks! <3]