Post by Princess Zelda on Jun 26, 2008 20:15:35 GMT -5
There was a large flash of light and Princess Zelda of Hyrule appeared by the fountain. She bent her knees and flung her arms out to her sides to steady herself to keep herself from falling. She straightened up and looked around her. That wasn't supposed to happen. She looked down at herself. Why was she still 17? Link beating Ganondorf was supposed to make everything normal again. Unless...something went wrong.
Zelda shook the thoughts out of her head. She had to figure out where exactly she was before she started worrying about if something went wrong. She looked around herself again and sat down on the edge of the fountain. She'd certainly never seen this place before. Not even in a dream. Not to say that she knew when everything was happening, but she usually knew about the big things. Or at least that something big was going to happen. Shouldn't she have known about this?
Post by Peter Petrelli on Jun 28, 2008 11:12:58 GMT -5
Peter sat by the fountain. He liked this part of the house, it was nice and calm most of the time. He jumped when he saw a blinding flash of light drop off a teenager dressed in weird clothes. He figured that she wouldn't know where they were, so he decided to be helpful. "Hey," he called to her, "I'm Peter. And before you ask, no, I don't know where this is or who's house this is. People have been showing up all over this house at random intervals. So welcome!" he smiled, knowing this was a lot to take in. "What's your name?"
Post by Princess Zelda on Jun 29, 2008 10:38:54 GMT -5
When she heard a greeting, Zelda looked up. "Hello," she said, smiling. She was, in fact, about to ask some of the exact questions that the man had answered. She raised her eyebrows slightly in surprise. Could he read her mind? Or maybe this had just happened so many times that he was used to the questions. She hoped that was the case...she would hate it if someone read her mind.
Zelda smiled at the man. He seemed very nice, even if he was wearing some odd looking clothes, with an odd manner to match. She stood up, curtsied and said,"My name is Zelda...," she stopped herself from continuing with her title, just in case. She sat back down and looked around again.
Post by Peter Petrelli on Jun 29, 2008 11:27:04 GMT -5
Peter smiled. "It's nice to meet you, Zelda." He decided to go with the usual pleasantries expected in this house when meeting someone. "So, where are you from?" He wondered if she was from Thebes as well, dressed as she was.
Post by Princess Zelda on Jun 29, 2008 22:33:28 GMT -5
As Zelda sat down on the edge of the fountain, she found that her body had retreated into the perfect posture that she was used to being in. She hoped that it wouldn't give her away. But, of course, she couldn't really help it. She had been taught this perfect posture since she could sit up by herself. And that was a sum of seventeen years. A habit is very hard to break when one has been practicing it for that long.
Zelda bowed her head slightly in Peter's direction. "And you, as well, Peter," she said, slipping into the manners that she had learned over the years. She considered lying to his question, but no substitute came to her, so she was forced to tell the truth. "I hail from Hyrule. And you?"
Post by Peter Petrelli on Jun 30, 2008 23:25:05 GMT -5
Hyrule. Another place he'd never heard of... "I'm not completely sure, but I think I'm from America. I've been staying in Ireland recently, though." He shrugged. She seemed to come from money, just from the way she carried herself, but he didn't want to ask for fear of seeming rude. (OOC: I'm leaving tommorow and am going to be out of town for a little less than a week, so don't expect an immediate reply. Sorry!)