Waking of Saturday, July 28, 2018 ~ 4
I stood on a belly-level deck of
the Divine Beast Vah Naboris. The world moved and spun dizzyingly all around me
far below as the gigantic legs turned and worked.
The ride was surprisingly smooth.
“Well, well, well,” said Urbosa’s
voice.
What
did she go on to say....?
Much the same as the other
Champions had said, I think, though her tone was definitely her own.
I liked her. She always felt so
straightforward and honest. Fierce but peaceable. No nonsense. She let nothing
burden her, and focused on what needed to be done.
And the first thing that needed to
be done was for me to download that map....
The Inside of Vah Naboris was
largely cylindrical—and it came with its own share of Malicious Eyeballs and a
few minor Guardian Crawlies.... which I dispatched.
But this Beast....
Vah Naboris seemed to have the most moving parts of any Divine
Beast I had yet encountered. The barrel inside of its main body was comprised
of three rotating drums, and depending on how I aligned these, the inner struts and ramps and platforms would allow me to
access different portals to exterior decks—or the main control unit, mounted in
the center drum. So this was where it
would all go down....
And then there was the circuitry—each drum had a single, large,
front-to-back conductive strip that could be rotated to top, bottom, starboard,
or port. And when these were properly
aligned, they transferred power to different areas of the Beast, setting further components into motion!
But there was more that was different here....
The music felt backward this time.
In Vah Ruta and Vah Rudania, when I
had started out, the music had been open, up for grabs, awaiting possibilities.
But here....
The Piano seemed.... malcontent. The underchords floated
around, dizzy and obscure, bemoaning awful things I’m sure, but the Piano, just—it would just pound every once in a while.
Like it was angry at me.
Like it didn’t want me to be there.
Like something.... didn’t want me to be there.
And instead of the soft and open
music catching on to my presence and growing darker and faster and more
threatening over time.... here the music started
out in BLATANT threat, and as I
located and activated terminals.... a sound stronger and more organized seemed
to commandeer the air—
The Champion Urbosa and I were
going to take back this Divine Beast.
And Ganon knew it. How we strove
together in such terrific concert!
But terminal after terminal, that HOPEFUL DORIAN GLOWING permeated deeper
throughout the soundtrack, wrapping it up, encompassing it, and sounding to the
universe and fate that Good was here,
and it was able.
Well, able enough.
Though there were some segments of Vah Naboris that still boggled me right out of my head—not the
least of which was that danged treasure
chest hanging off the tippity-tip of Vah Naboris’ TAIL. By a ROPE.
I would not be able to sever the rope and Magnese the chest in time.
I had tried on too many other
objects. Magnesis was not fast.
Even the upward-position of Vah
Naboris’ caboose didn’t bring the chest in close enough laterally to land on a
deck should I sever its rope.
Where the chest was connected
seemed to be an enormous hinge. Maybe
if I Stasised the chest and then moved the caboose....
No good. The rope snapped and the
chest fell into sandy oblivion.
You bet your Sweet Canadian Mullets
I reloaded. Forgive me, dear Korok Leaf
that I had to put down! For it vanished on the reload.
Maybe if I moved the caboose in the
opposite direction, it could catch the chest from beneath when the Stasis let
go....
Nope—it
just pushed it down and away toward its doom.
Dang
it!
What the heck kinda camel has a
detachable caboose anyway? I haven’t seen one of those since.... the Opus and Bill cartoon. What was that even....?
I ran back upstairs so many times
trying to get that chest—I am sure I walked in places I was never meant to
walk.
David thought I was crazy when I
would stand at the back of the caboose, manipulate the circuits to make it
swing upward, and then step over the farthest edge as it rose to meet me.
It was terrifying when I would misstep
coming out of a paraglide, and plummet suddenly toward the sand three hundred
feet below. And how Vah Naboris kept
walking! But the furthest reaches of its exterior structuring were blessedly free of the wind of its
movements. My many jumps surely
should not have been possible. But with a wreck of pounding in my chest I
always managed to glide back toward a lower deck.... and try again.
In the end the chest solution was
easier than I’d thought—like so many
things. I grazed the rope’s base with the corona of a Fire Arrow. And as the rope burned, I clutched onto the chest with a vindictive Magnesis!
And all my Foolish persistence was
worth it—the chest contained an Ancient
Core.
Ah....
Happy Day.
That chest was the last thing I
cleaned up. I had already activated all the terminals, Urbosa’s voice guiding
me onward in strength and encouragement; she knew I was ready to proceed....
But I just hadn’t wanted to move forward without picking up every last thing....
But now that Vah Naboris had been completely cleaned out—I’d even found a
few sweet mushrooms in deep storage
up in its back; that was nice—it was time to return to the central drum, and
activate the main control unit.
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