[Zelda, decidedly, is not a fan of this situation, not one bit. She is most definitely not a God or anything like it, despite how those of the Far Shore tell her she is, and she has a great deal she needs to get back to in Hyrule, yet no one seems to have any ideas how to go about doing that aside from 'wait and hope to be sent back.' And she's so very tired of waiting.
Yet still she finds herself among the flowers of the college dorm, glass bottle in one hand and cork in another, her worry of what could happen to the students should the ayakashi infestation be allowed to swarm out of control overriding her base reluctance to act as the Goddess she supposedly is. She's quiet, brow furrowed in focus as a dark little ladybug takes flight off the wilting flowers, and in one fluid motion, she swings, and...
Hmm... [Holding the bottle up to the light, she inspects her catch.] It seems some creativity may be in order. At the rate they appear to be affecting the students, hunting each one of these things down individually will be too time consuming.
[But she can't even touch them without getting "blighted." What to do, what to do...]
Toil and Trouble;
[Zelda is not afraid of heights. This fact is helpful in two regards: one, it's easy to volunteer when the cursed-theatre owner wants someone to check up in the catwalks for problems, and two, it allows her some time away from the small swarms of anxious people, shinki, and gods buzzing around on and around the stage. She still hasn't gotten used to being around large crowds again.
But when she comes across a wire holding the catwalks aloft having been almost entirely chewed through, and a little black ferret-looking thing with too many eyes and a wicked grin, she suddenly regrets her lonesomeness.]
Oh no...
[With one last snip from the ferret's pointy teeth, the catwalk is overturned, and Zelda nearly sent tumbling down with it. Fortunately, she manages to grab hold of what was once a guardrail before she falls completely, but pulling herself back up again while the catwalk swings and twists on its remaining wires is easier said than done. She curses under her breath before swallowing her pride and calling out to those on the floor below--]
Zelda | Legend of Zelda: Ocarina of Time | God
[Zelda, decidedly, is not a fan of this situation, not one bit. She is most definitely not a God or anything like it, despite how those of the Far Shore tell her she is, and she has a great deal she needs to get back to in Hyrule, yet no one seems to have any ideas how to go about doing that aside from 'wait and hope to be sent back.' And she's so very tired of waiting.
Yet still she finds herself among the flowers of the college dorm, glass bottle in one hand and cork in another, her worry of what could happen to the students should the ayakashi infestation be allowed to swarm out of control overriding her base reluctance to act as the Goddess she supposedly is. She's quiet, brow furrowed in focus as a dark little ladybug takes flight off the wilting flowers, and in one fluid motion, she swings, and...
You caught an ayakashi in a bottle! You can release it by pressing (C). ... But that doesn't seem like a good idea, does it?]
Hmm... [Holding the bottle up to the light, she inspects her catch.] It seems some creativity may be in order. At the rate they appear to be affecting the students, hunting each one of these things down individually will be too time consuming.
[But she can't even touch them without getting "blighted." What to do, what to do...]
Toil and Trouble;
[Zelda is not afraid of heights. This fact is helpful in two regards: one, it's easy to volunteer when the cursed-theatre owner wants someone to check up in the catwalks for problems, and two, it allows her some time away from the small swarms of anxious people, shinki, and gods buzzing around on and around the stage. She still hasn't gotten used to being around large crowds again.
But when she comes across a wire holding the catwalks aloft having been almost entirely chewed through, and a little black ferret-looking thing with too many eyes and a wicked grin, she suddenly regrets her lonesomeness.]
Oh no...
[With one last snip from the ferret's pointy teeth, the catwalk is overturned, and Zelda nearly sent tumbling down with it. Fortunately, she manages to grab hold of what was once a guardrail before she falls completely, but pulling herself back up again while the catwalk swings and twists on its remaining wires is easier said than done. She curses under her breath before swallowing her pride and calling out to those on the floor below--]
Someone... help, please?