OOC: No one is here, it is not taking place in Rauru.

IC: Entering the facility with a sigh, a Hylian arrives bringing news with a frown on his face. Making his way around the corridors, each step tells him he is moving closer to an imminent doom, and the thought brings a choke to his throat, getting tighter with every second. He had information that he knew she wouldn't appreciate, and he cringed at the thought of having to see her angry. Walking through the final door, he feels the walls close in around him as the door is sucked to a close. Glancing around the room, he doesn't notice the tiny details usually obvious when entering with good news. You knew you would be thanked, and Mother would be proud. Those were the days you looked forward to, though it was his opinion that 100 of those days didn't cancel out a day of misery.

It was widely known that she accepted only perfection, and that this was not it. Not at all; he was about to tell her of his boss' last voyage into Hyrule. Placing his hand across his heart, he closes his eyes and lets out a quick prayer, before putting his right hand behind his back and crossing his fingers. 'Please Nayru, use all the love you can spare, I'm gonna need it...'. Placing his weight onto his right knee, he lowers his head, showing her the respect she deserved. She was- despite her eccentricities- a fine leader, always taking her time to perfect every strategy, formula, everything was well oiled and stored extra grease in it's back pocket... just in case. She had even managed getting through to Grenada, a feat impossible to accomplish, though she did so with ease, right when he least expected it. That was why they had such confidence in their leader, they trusted her with more than their lives.

As she grunts, he takes the time to raise himself to a full height, 6' 4", yet she was still taller than him, an outstanding feature that only helped make others uneasy in her presence. Her face could have been replaced by a smile, and her mouth would have shrunk, that was, of course and exaggeration, but it was a joke behind her back. Or, it was, until she heard it. When you don't accept failure though, smiling is genuine. When he pauses, this is when her smile shrinks.

"Do you dare come to me with news I don't wish to hear?"

When he nods, her mouth opens and out escapes a laugh unlike one that is ever heard in such a situation, it's comforting, as if she doesn't believe the fact that he could come with bad news.

"No, seriously, just tell me."

He sighs one last time, taking in as much breath as he can, expelling it slowly, as if he is treasuring his final moments of life. Withdrawing a letter from his inner pocket of his robe, his eyes fly across, making sure he knows what he's saying.

"Yes ma'am. I bring the news we have anticipated from Hyrule, but it's not what we've anticipated. According to Sickle, only one of their adventurers has arrived at the meeting. He's not quite sure what to do; he's awaiting orders."

Her mouth drops, showing brilliant white teeth that glisten bright even in this spot with little light. Her bottom lip quivers as she appears to be too surprised to react to this. Clenching her fist, she smashes it through the desk in front of her causing shrapnel and splinters that assault the walls of the room. This is when she turns to her wooden chair. Reaching down, she slams her foot onto its seat before tearing out one of the wooden bars forcefully. Turning quickly, she throws it right into the face of her messenger. Without remorse, she stomps down with her foot smashing the chair into useless bits.

Her next target appears to be the window to her left, as she rushes toward it, thrusting her shoulder into it. As the window shatters, the pieces fall all around her body, scratching tearing, and clinging against the ground until she raises her hands. The glass jumps to life, springing up, and into the air before her. Suddenly, they begin spinning in a wide vortex. Closing her eyes, she moves her hands, spinning and twisting, pushing and pulling the shards. With a loud scream, she forces her hands to their full length, flicking her wrists away from her body, causing the vortex to grow in size and fly out to the horizon ripping buildings, trees, and everything else visible from their respective places.

Her large body collapses to the floor, breathing hard, suddenly calm though, a frown on her face. She turns to the Hylian, still recovering from his blow to the face, when she barks new orders to him.

"Here's the plan. He leaves as soon as possible, send a letter to Sickle informing him of such. Make the arrangements. It's time we sent a message."