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ᴀʟʟ ᴡᴏʀʟᴅs ᴄᴀɴ ʙᴇ ᴄʀᴜᴇʟ (twili) wrote in valarlogs,
@ 2015-10-08 21:24:00

Entry tags:

!complete, dracula, jonathan harker, midna, zelda

Who: Zelda, Jonathan, spider!Midna, and Creepy Crawly Whisperer Dracula
What: Midna's a giant spider (thanks, dreams). Vlad gets her to come down from the building she climbed atop of.
When: Tonight
Where: Outside Frisky Business (with the Y burnt out)
Rating/Warnings: THERE'S A GIANT SPIDER, and then Midna's naked later but nbd
Status: Complete

It was almost like poetic justice, how it all played out. Zelda saved Midna’s life by granting the Twilight Princess part of her soul, and then Midna’s tenacity and her efforts had resulted in - this time - Zelda’s soul being returned to her after she’d been possessed. All in the final span of that battle, one that Midna felt she needed to fight on her own - hence why she warped Link and her blonde Princess of Light from the castle, to take on Ganon. It didn’t go so well, even in her beastly form which was that of a giant spider, all dark and shadowy and quite resembling an enormous tarantula. Ganon’s fiery form ending up bringing about her glorious defeat - that was when she woke up here, and noticed right away that everything was different.

She was still herself, only larger, taller, able to eat or leap over tall buildings in a single bound, and while she could think as Midna there were these spidery instincts that were very hard to deny. Build a web, sink her fangs into the twitching morsels, drink their juices dry. To be honest, that was a little terrifying. Like a lot terrifying, and before she knew it she’d broken through the foundation of her apartment building (looks like she’d be moving soon...), skittering, a jump, then was off in a blind panic.

There was a trail of debris in her wake, crushed cars and damaged infrastructures and such, and she didn’t know how to stop, didn’t know how to make herself come out of this form - it was all too new, and she didn’t have a full grasp of her magic yet. Since it all came rushing back in a landslide, thanks to the appearance of the Fused Shadow pieces. Eventually she got to a building which looked abandoned, though the busted bulbs out front flickered and when she hopped and clung to the sides, the frightened people within streamed out like ants.

Here, Midna continued to hold fast. Shaking, scared, trying to force a sense of calm and a return to herself.

Zelda had seen this. In a vision, of course, one of those frustratingly vague ones that didn’t provide much insight besides a glimpse here and there - destruction, many legs dipped in darkness, but with it this time came a memory of energy. Energy she’d felt before, a mirror to the light her magic was composed of. That, and perhaps the subtle connection she shared with Midna (considering she was the home of a piece of her soul, the epitome of intimacy), it all clicked for the princess.

A bit too late, though.

Following the path of catastrophe wasn’t all that difficult, but the key was to get to her first, as the constant stomping of things alerted the rest of the well-equipped dreamers (whether it be magic or actual weaponry) and they’d gather shortly for methods of defense - and even offense - despite her warnings that this is my goddamn girlfriend, don’t you touch her.

It was a light armor that had been wrapped around Zelda, the red etched into it representing the eye of truth. A protective wardrobe from the Sheikah tribe that let her move fluidly with a feline’s agility.. A hop and skip, she slid down some jagged debris from fallen rubble, and she pulled down the white wrapping that covered her mouth. With people in tow, she hoped to nip this in the bud. Stop her before anyone else tried to do it in a violent manner, but the problem was?

She didn’t really know how. “Midna!” she called out, distressed, worried, her brain doing it’s own mental version of dfsjsdfjkfdjkdfs-keyboard smashing. Goddesses, this was a mess.

Those people in tow happened to be two of the undead variety, Vampires 1 and 2 - though with Jonathan, he was more like Vampire 2, the Light Version. Since he wasn’t fully transitioned yet, but he’d get there. Eventually. At the moment he had essentially all of the quirks except the taste for blood (and the telltale pallor, the lack of pulse) thanks to that little fact of still being alive, and he planned to assist his best friend however he could. It was Vlad who had the Spider-Sense, not him, though Jonathan was mostly here to help Zelda keep a rein on her sanity.

Vlad was likely grumpy about being dragged away from the comforts of home and the Romanian news feed to help out at night, but Jonathan knew that he was fond of Midna. Even if he’d rather eat a garlic sandwich than admit it out loud.

“It’s going to be fine, Zelda,” Jonathan assured her, automatically putting himself in front by helping her traverse the rubble - even if she was wearing armor, and could handle herself, but he felt better about it. “...Obviously she was here.” The squashed Sedan was testament to that - no one had been inside, but indeed, following the path of destruction wasn’t difficult. Gigantic spider legs weren’t very subtle. “Let’s keep going - stay with me. We’re close, aren’t we?”

He reached for her hand, after nudging away (more sending it off, flying, where it shattered, the physical strength of 20 men was difficult to get used to) a piece of debris, something concrete.

Vlad was not so much grumpy as he was exasperated. One big spider in Orange County had been enough, nor did he understand why it was so imperative he be there. Sure, in his dreams he had a certain pull over nocturnal creatures - but there he’d never seen it in practice beyond wolves, bats, and rats, let alone spiders. Nor was it something he actively tried to do here. The chances of it not being successful, in his mind, outweighed the chances of success, so he would rather not be there at all.

But he was.

He was there because Jonathan had asked him, and because he sort of liked Zelda, and, yes. He was growing fond of Midna in her way. He felt obliged to help her after their recent network conversation. Vlad kept behind Jonathan and Zelda, an ominous shadow against the dark sky.

“You have thought what to do if this does not work out, yes?” Vlad didn’t want to be a downer, but someone had to be practical.

Practical, perhaps, but Zelda wasn’t in the mood to discuss alternative options that brought them down a dreary path. So those pointed elven years, not bothered to be glamoured from naked eyes, twitched at his insinuation and a glare so sharp it could cut diamonds was almost passed - if it weren’t for Harker’s somewhat soothing voice. “Over there, I think.” His offered hand was taken and tightly squeezed, while her free fingers pointed in the distance.

Not like Midna was being particularly discrete, and a massive twili arachnid wasn’t all that hard to miss either - but there she was, perched onto a building (Frisk or Frisky, she didn’t know what what the tacky pink lightbulbs were supposed to spell out), with a flood of people running in any direction that was away from this eight-legged beast. How she’d gone from Twilight Princess to this was something to be discussed at another point of time, maybe when there wasn’t an onslaught of mayhem surrounding them, but this was utterly and completely insane.

“I had no idea she was capable of this,” she breathed, eyes cast up. “And I don’t think she did, either.”

Jonathan returned the hand squeeze, while attempting to mitigate the ear twitch. Elf ear twitches were easy to pick up on too - and for all of Zelda’s skills at being attuned to certain Harkerisms, he was pretty attuned to Light Princess ones too. “If it doesn’t work, then I’ll climb up there and get her,” he promised, and while he hadn’t attempted to scale tall buildings like a spider himself yet, he had not only seen Dracula do it along the side of the castle-prison, but Jonathan had stubbornly climbed down the infrastructure while he was still human. Thus risking his life in multiple ways, but alas. He could climb up now, and maybe the spider was bigger than him but he was still sure that he could break through to Midna if Vlad couldn’t.

But he was also sure that Vlad could - she had a stronger connection to him, for some reason. Likely due to their shared traits as creatures meant for the shadows, or even the impalement appreciation. Who knew.

“Now’s a good time to try it out?” he asked, glancing Vlad’s way. “The nocturnal creature control thing, I mean.”

Probably so. Because Midna didn’t look like she was budging from atop that building. And what the hell was Frisk Business anyway?

It was very likely that Vlad wouldn't care if Zelda were to give him a scathing look. He'd merely have stared back, unblinking and impassive. As it was, conversation surged forward and there was Midna in all her arachnid glory. For a few moments, Vlad simply looked at her, brow creased with the slightest furrow. He could sense her fear, smell it almost, and it made him feel something akin to pity. To wake up as something you hadn't expected - it was not an easy thing. And Midna wasn't as indifferent as Vlad.

He drew his hands from his pockets. One pinched the bridge of his nose as he tried to
sort out what his life had become. A few steps brought him closer and he sighed, feeling completely ridiculous.

"Midna." There was power in names, and Vlad knew first hand that a name grounded a person. "Nu trebuie să fie speriat. Suntem pentru a vă ajuta. Te voi ajuta." It made sense to Vlad to speak in his native tongue. These things, they weren't bound by language barriers. Midna would understand. Vlad was certain of that.

Hopefully Midna would understand, because Zelda certainly didn’t, and while the frustration turned borderline anger was somewhat misdirected, there was an impressive amount of faith put into Vlad’s abilities. Much of it had to do for the desperation of hope that this would end in a non-violent manner, that her darling ladyfriend would come out of this at least physically unscathed - as to what she was going through mentally, Zelda didn’t know.

“Romanian,” she breathed, glancing at Jonathan for confirmation. Then at Vlad, then back up to the peculiar building Midna had been clinging to for dear life. It was entirely possible the grip on Jonathan’s hand tightened even further, but it was doubtful he’d feel much of the pressure - new vampiric abilities surfacing and all, otherwise she was sure she’d break a couple of tiny hand bones.

No worries for Zelda, Jonathan’s hand could withstand the pressure. He nodded, taking those steps closer to the spider spectacle, giving her the confirmation she wanted, and even translated the words for her - uttering them for her benefit, soon after Vlad said them. “It’s going to be fine,” he added, in another murmur, his other hand coming to clasp hers in between both.

At first Midna didn’t say anything - well, she could not actually speak in this form anyway. But the way the voice carried, the way he said her name - it gave her pause, and she blinked large eyes (all eight of them - she could barely see, things were blurry and fuzzy in this form, she could only navigate by touch and smell). She felt cold but she didn’t shiver (spiders didn’t shiver, they simply grew dormant), just kept clinging.

Helphelphelp, was a faint thought, and she could sense that it was Vlad, that he was there, that he was going to tell her what she needed to do. Somewhat of a shockwave to her system at first, then it turned into something resembling relief, because he was going to get her down, if she listened to him then he would get her down and things would be good. If she just got down. I don’t know how to change back. Could he hear her? Could anyone?

No, Vlad couldn’t hear her. Not her words, anyway, but he got the strangest feeling that he knew what she was trying to communicate. The thought had crossed his mind enough times in the last few minutes. They get the big spider to relax, to come down, then what? Did Zelda know how to retrieve Midna from inside, or were they going to slap a leash on her and walk her home? He huffed.

"Jonathan și Zelda, de asemenea, aici pentru a ajuta," he added, in the hopes that might help to ease Midna’s worries. But it struck Vlad that he had no need to be coddling or careful. When had he ever been like that before? He told people what to do, and they did it, so it should go the same for his nocturnal prowess.

"Nimeni nu te va afecta. Nu le voi lăsa. Va veni în jos de acolo, și veți găsi că este ușor. Noi nu vă va ajuta dacă stai la îndemâna."

Bless Jonathan, really, for the effort of actually translating - because what Vlad was communicating to Midna was at least easing her some, and the confidence of this ending on a more peaceful manner heightened. Zelda sharply inhaled. “Vlad’s a creepy crawly whisperer, hm?” The chuckle following it was forced, choked with nerves, but it was also her attempt to clear the stress.

Easier said than done. Midna’s fear was easily detectable, and it might have had something to do with their very bizarre soul-exchange; maybe it added some kind of empathy link, who knew. Still, she looked up, blue eyes flooded in concern. Come down, come down.

“One of his many talents,” Jonathan huffed a laugh, lowly; he’d never seen it in action before, but if it got Midna down from the building then officially ‘Creepy Crawly Whisperer’ could go on Vlad’s business cards. There was a thoughtful squint, watching keenly to see what Midna would do next. But she looked to be ready to come down. A little.

You will come down from there, and you will find it easy.

She couldn’t understand the words, just the heavy implications of them. What they meant, what he wanted her to do. What she needed to do. She knew then, that she had to come down, that it would be no trouble for her to come down, she could do it, really simple--

You will come down from there, and you will find it easy.

The foundation of the building shook, what was left of it anyway - and she began to shrink, to become smaller, caving in on herself. Eight legs became two, her body morphing back into human form, the world become sharper and clearer, zooming into focus again as those spider instincts faded away.

“I did it!”

Except she wasn’t holding onto the building anymore. Less legs meant there was nothing to grasp onto, and the sound Midna made when she realized she was falling toward the rock-hard ground was a banshee shriek. Catch!

Which Jonathan did, in a blur and back, thunk - his arms were in fact the catcher’s mitt, however, Midna wasn’t the Hulk and didn’t conveniently have a pair of purple pants on her when she shifted forms. Hence why she wasn’t wearing anything now, and couldn’t muster up the ability to shapeshift herself some fancy new threads. She was slightly dizzy, as Jonathan passed her off to Vlad and then slipped his jacket free to provide...coverage.

“Wow...hey...thanks, Vlad.” Midna coughed, trying to orient herself. “Sorry about that, Z. Seriously didn’t know I was going to go all monster movie.”

Vlad had moved to catch her, stopping when he caught Jonathan’s movement out of the corner of his eye. Silently he held out his arms to take Midna (who was thankfully Midna now, so that was all their current problems solved), face set back into its usual unimpressed expression.

“As exciting as this has been, now we can return home, yes?”

OhsweetbloodyMarymotherofGod did Zelda’s heart almost rip out of her own very ribcage, a gasp barely breathed at the sight of Midna’s fall that, plenty thanks to the ‘Tall Drink of Water,’ was cushioned by the net of newly strong, vampiric arms. Her girlfriend’s birthday suit was the least of her worries, but she appreciated all those important bits being covered, and she closed the gap between her and her mirrored-half to painfully squish her cheeks. Out of affection, alright, the blonde had a lot of feels right now.

“Save the monster moves for when we actually need it.” Like, oh, if maybe Godzilla or a T-Rex ravaged this silly place next. Who really knew at this rate, but she was a bit overwhelmed at the moment and also gave Vlad a tight embrace. Also likely squishing Midna, again, in the process. “Thank you. Thank you, thank you, thank you, yes - let’s go before the news shows up and we become the latest Youtube sensation.”

Yeah, the squashed Midna sandwich was kind of awkward and all, when Zelda hugged Vlad, but it just made the Twilight Princess chuckle a bit hysterically - more like a frantic giggle snort as she tried not to faint. She was still a little dizzy and sore, her muscles not used to this, not to mention the adrenaline was wearing off and leaving her lethargic despite the late hour when she was meant to be up anyway.

“I don’t think YouTube’s ready for this,” she said, fluttering at Zelda with her free hand - the other arm remained hooked around her vampire savior, since she was kind of tickled at being carried bridal style by Dracula while in the buff. “We’d scar all the children. Besides, I’m exhausted.” Exhausted and on the verge of hallucinations...

Blink, blink. Was that a homeless man across the street, pushing his cart o’stuff and wearing a pair of glittery flats?

No, Vlad was absolutely ready to turn and go. His general distaste of affection (Jonathan notwithstanding) made him squint at Zelda’s overly emotional hug, but he said nothing against it. He even seemed resigned to carrying Midna until someone took the burden off him - which he felt wasn’t going to happen any time soon.

It was a shame none of them drove there. The likelihood of catching a cab with a naked woman almost passed out would be slim.

“This is all the devil’s work,” rambled said man in the distance, shaking his head, stroking that impressive Dumbledore beard he had going on. Those black, glittery flats were a bit stretched and about to burst, he strutted on through the debris. Then his stare cut to them and a fist shook, indignantly. “THE DEVIL!”

Zelda’s mouth opened to a rounded ‘o,’ brow creased, gaze slowly following the homeless man before reality reigned her back in. Must be a glitch in the Matrix, or whatever Jonathan’s theory was about that. “Um, yes, anyway - let’s go, and be glad that was our only witness.”