Catch-All

[cultivatingdisaster]

⌛ Who: Prompto Argentum, Aerith Gainsborough, Duo Maxwell, Xie Lian, Rude and you, maybe?
⌛ What: Shenanigans. Permanent catch-all.
⌛ When: Anytime.
⌛ Where: All over.
⌛ Warnings: R. Language.



✽ Xie Lian

• Cooking With Xie Lian


• Busking Adventures


• Event: Trial of the Soul


• Event: Waterpark Waves

✽ Prompto Argentum

• Chocochicks!


• Travelling Cameraman


• Event: Trial of the Soul


• Event: Waterpark Waves

✽ Rude

• Event: Trial of the Soul


• Event: Waterpark Waves

✽ Duo Maxwell

• Lovers Tiff [Closed to Wufei]


• Event: Trial of the Soul


• I Can Explain! [Closed To Wufei]

✽ Aerith Gainsborough

• Rock Garden


• Event: Trial of the Soul


• Event: Waterpark Waves


• Gems In The Making [Closed to Maglor]

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✦ Aerith Gainsborough Inbox
✦ Rude Inbox
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[bythewaves]

[ Maglor grins at him, but doesn't otherwise interrupt, and no matter what song Xie Lian sings, he matches, somehow ]

[cultivatingdisaster]

[This was... nice. He truly couldn't remember the last time he had ever sang with the accompaniment of an instrument. Maybe not since he was a Prince with a Palace. Certainly not after...

He sang. And when one song ended he moved smoothly into another. Their audience were captivated by the two of them, standing or sitting and listening with rapt attention.

Xie Lian had no doubts that this was all because of Maglor's instrument than his singing, it was an effective tool. He wondered if Maglor would teach him how to play?]

[bythewaves]

[ Maglor enjoys this - it's a challenge, to pick the right sequence of notes to match an unfamiliar song. And Xie Lian is very good, able to smooth over any stumbles that Maglor makes when he anticipates wrong.

He plays until Xie Lian seems satisfied and stops, coming over with a smile ]

You are very good - thank you for indulging me.

[cultivatingdisaster]

[Satisfaction came once he realised that the people were getting tired of the singing. Once the first person began to get bored, he knew it would a matter of time before it caused a cascade effect. And so he brought the songs to a natural stop, indulged the polite applause and thanked and encouraged them to show heir appreciation monetarily.

It was as the crowed was dispersing that Maglor joined him and Xie Lian turned with a wide, friendly smile.]

I should be thanking you! Your playing was nothing short of masterful. What is that instrument?

[It looked like instruments he was familiar with but was different enough for him to ask after it.]

[bythewaves]

Hah! I am out of practice. [ Maglor says cheerfully ]

But I thank you - it is good to challenge oneself from time to time!

[ And at home, Maglor has had no challenge since Daeron of Doriath ]

This? It is a harp - a lap-harp, to be specific.

[ Maglor offers it to Xie Lian to see ]

My father made it as a gift for recieving my Mastery. [ The silver harp is exquisitely carved with vines and flowers and tiny birds and beasts that look almost alive, and the string sing sweetly when touched ]

[cultivatingdisaster]

That was music made while out of practise?

[He was both surprised and impressed as he took the offered lap-harp to inspect for himself. Xie Lian glided his fingers over the silver frame of the instrument, tracing the patterns and flowers with great interest. And then his fingers found the strings. A delicate touch brought a soft sound. Another and another and he managed to make a small, pretty little tune of nonsense. Xie Lian laughed.]

A fine instrument. You must be a force to be reckoned with on your best days.

[bythewaves]

It has been a while since I played for any but the wind and the waves.

[ He shrugs, smiling ]

I was, aye. Not for nothing did they once call me the second greatest minstrel of elvendom!

[ And not at all shy about saying so, either ]

[cultivatingdisaster]

Then I'm honoured to have you play with me.

[Since he was neither wind or water... The thought brought an odd look of sadness to Xie Lian's eyes, just for a moment, but it cleared when he smiled and offered a laugh at the boast.]

I have no problems imagining that to be true. But who was the first?

[bythewaves]

The honor is mine!

[ He assures Xie Lian with a smile ]

Dairon the dark with ferny crown
played with bewildering wizard's art
music for breaking of the heart.
Such players have there only been
thrice in all Elfinesse, I ween:
Tinfang Gelion who still the moon
enchants on summer nights of June
and kindles the pale firstling star;
and he who harps upon the far
forgotten beaches and dark shores
where western foam for ever roars
Maglor whose voice is like the sea;
and Dairon, mightiest of the three.

[ He chants it, low and sweet and then breaks off and laughs wryly ]

Daeron of Doriath was he, loremaster and harpist to King Thingol Greymantle, in the morning of the world. I have heard him sing but the once, but no other would I mark as my better, although I will admit that the writer of the Lay had a definite bias towards him.

[cultivatingdisaster]

[Xie Lian remained where he was, listening with a kind smile. It was a pretty tune, though once again he was left at a loss for what was being said. Names and places were thrown at him that Xie Lian had no hopes of ever remembering. Though he didn't think that was the point.]

Since I have never heard of Daeron of Doriath and he is far from this world, I believe that firmly puts you in first place now.

[bythewaves]

[ Maglor peals with laughter ]

Oh! I shall remember you said that if ever he comes here - how he will pout! Thank you, my friend.

[cultivatingdisaster]

[He had no understanding of what he said that was so amusing, but Xie Lian smiled regardless.]

I'm happy that pleased you. You're welcome to remember anything I say or nothing at all.

[bythewaves]

[ He gentles, fond ]

Xie Lian, my friend, why would I not wish to recall anything you say? Ai, but if Daeron ever comes here I will introduce you. We have been rivals for as long as folk have known to compare us, is all.

[ Not friends, never that, with the slaughter of Doriath laying between them. But rivals, yes. Once, something more, perhaps, but there is too much grief between them now for things to be easy ]

[cultivatingdisaster]

[Because it was amazingly novel to have anyone actually listening to him. Aside from San Lang...

His smile fell just a little, just for a moment, remembering that name. He did his best not to think of it, to think of the people he had left behind, because he was under the impression that none of them would know he had left at all. None would be worried at his vanishing. And in time he would be returned to the point where he had left. That was his hope.

And so he refused to worry about those of his world.

For now.]

I will welcome him as a friend should he ever arrive to this world.

[His smile was back, happy that he could offer this to his friend.]

[bythewaves]

He would doubtless be pleased to meet you too.

[ Maglor hums, seeing that fleeting sadness but being polite enough not to mention it ]

And then we can both sing for you, and you can decide which of us is the better!

[cultivatingdisaster]

And I know just who I'll choose!

[Because Xie Lian was a loyal friend. Regardless of who was the better, Maglor was his friend.]

[bythewaves]

[ he peals in laughter again ]

Oh, he will be so sulky. Thank you, Xie Lian, you are a true friend indeed!

[cultivatingdisaster]

[More laughter! This was good. Xie Lian wasn't known for being funny and he honestly couldn't remember the last time he had made anyone laugh like this. It was... nice. Refreshing! His smile was at it's happiest.]

No thanks needed, your good cheer is thanks enough! That's what friends are for.

hm, end here?

[bythewaves]

Aye, that is true enough. [ Maglor smiles at him ]

Well! I will wish hard - perhaps one day it will be granted.