"the warrior of light!" the corners of her lips turn upwards into a smile. she hadn't expected to see him here of all places - or maybe she did. she had been rather consumed in learning royal affairs with governess and she hadn't really had a moment to herself. her hair, the colour of carnations, blows gently in the breeze as she continues. "i feel as if it has been so long since the last i have seen of you. tell me, if you please... how are things outside these stone walls? i feel as if it has been centuries since i have walked outside."
she frowns. "oh! i shall have to mention to my lady-in-waiting the next i see of her that i need a break from all of this studying!" but then a thought comes to the young princess's mind. "hmm..." placing a finger to her chin, she asks, "unless you would like to oblige me, kind sir? if you already have plans, please let me come with you! i can't suffer another moment in this stuffy castle!"
After the struggle -- after he defeated the gerudo guards. Mighty women, he had to admit it, but ultimately, he was better. It did not spark any pride in him, as he was acustomed to it.
He sat on the edge of a table carved in the rock, legs crossed and frowning as he was reading a parchment. Not even paying attention to his environment anymore, busy mentally debating with the other heralds.
(Hello, don't mind me ! <3 )
After hearing of the commotion in the meeting room Ganondorf sent the other guards, those that had not been defeated already, to collect those that had been. He then entered the room and took in the sight of a being that he had been making progress towards reviving from the mostly dead state he had been in. Given how easily the Shadow had defeated them he knew better than to truly startle him.
"Little Shadow, you seem lost in your head. Speak to me." His words were almost oddly gentle as he stood across the room from Orrvehvi. He was aware of something off about the other but decided to allow him time to speak and react before demanding answers.
Ororo sighs slightly as her friends had put it out in the world that she was single and looking for love. Ro leans against her chair and hums a lullaby as she waits for one of the candidates. She smiles brightly and opens her eyes and watches as Rogue walks in.
"Hey honey, Are we still on for the amusement park?"
All in all, their first raid since they had gone into hiding was going splendidly.
No one expected the Phantom Raiders to return, not like this, not after so long of nothing but silence. And yet here they were, announcing their return with a bang.
Well, several bangs, if Siobhan had anything to say about it.
Strolling through the town amid the chaos, Orion hummed as he searched out certain someone... and he smiled when he caught sight of them.
“Souji. Come here, hm?” And as soon as his beloved approached, the captain took one of his hands.
“No doubt that someone has let it slip at this point, that I had something special planned for this raid. Well, it was partly to announce our return... and more for this.”
Without further preamble, he lowered himself to one knee.
“I am aware that I’ve already ‘proposed’ before, but... well, I’ve been scolded so many times for ‘not doing thing properly’ that I may as well. Souji... you are the keeper of my heart. The only person I want, and could possibly ever want. And so, I want to make you mine, forever.” With a smile, he pulled a small black box from his pocket, opening it to reveal a beautiful ring.
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Flattery. Not a greeting that Zarbon was unaccustomed to, but one which always moved him to distraction. He was stopped dead in his tracks. And so were the several soldiers tasked with carrying his shopping. Especially the small, bug-eyed one who ran straight into the elite commander’s left leg, unable to see over the mountain of gift wrapped boxes he had been carrying (incredibly, not a single box was dropped. These soldiers were highly trained, professional enough to know that dropping even a single receipt would mean a swift execution.)
“It is,” he answered, a nod granted to thick-accented young woman smiling up at him. Her own hair was a splendid shock of copper against her pale skin. This, he knew, was considered an exceptionally attractive feature for humans. For a fleeting second, Zarbon experienced a pang of pity; caught standing next to beauty himself, she must have felt as dull as ditchwater.