Maglor July catchall

[bythewaves]

⌛ Who: Maglor & whoever!
⌛ What: Maglor got a music box that broadcasts his thoughts. He doesn't know this. Yet. Also just general July things.
⌛ When: all though July
⌛ Where: all over
⌛ Warnings: depending on who tags him and what they ask, topics may delve dark



Music Box: Thoughts Edition

See, here's the thing about Maglor. His thoughts are noisy. His family could have mentioned how 99% of the time he was composing in his youth - this has not, in fact, gotten any better as he's gotten older - it's just that the 1% not dedicated to music got LOUD.

So it's a toss up if the music box tunes in to his thoughts if one is going to get a sudden jangle of whatever composition he's working on at the moment (it might sound like a cacophony of noise, or something very close to the most perfect symphony you've ever heard, depending) or just random rambling streams of thoughts.

He's surprisingly paternal, if you listen to his thoughts. There's a lot of worrying over... pretty much everyone.

Music Box: Memories Edition

The memories that the box picks vary - you might run into him staring fondly at the image of a large, noisy family doing all sorts of things from playing to crafting to fighting to just existing, to brilliant great light sources that happen to look a bit like trees, to beautiful cities that look like paintings, to much darker memories - lonely shores, fire and war, long tiring nights guarding those behind him, all the way to softly sad memories - dark haired twins in a cold castle.

He'll talk about any of them, if asked, but probably won't notice any watchers to discuss them without being prompted.

Soul Artifact

".............we don't have to do this, if you don't want to."

He's very not sure if he WANTS to know what his soul artifact is. But this is what they've been asked to do so...

(It's a harp. Just a harp. His shoulders will drop in relief when it is revealed - clearly, he was expecting something else. But when the strings are touched... Something like grief will cross his face. )

Trial of Promise

"You cannot leave until you..." He reads out slowly, in the dim cave his glow is striking, especially since there's no other source of light barring the words on the wall.

"...Ah." He sighs, unhappily.

Trial of Devotion

He eyes the mountain and wonders aloud, "Do you think they mind if we cheat? I wonder if I can put them to sleep?"

Alternatively, he could just fight his way up. The odds are better than many times in his past.

"What do you think?"

Trial of Love

He waits only until the rules are announced before stating, very calmly; "That's fine. I'll just break mine."

What is such pain after all, compared to all the pain he has already had in his life?

He'll immediately move to smash the harp on any available surface unless stopped.

Comments

[holdshisown]

"..." How dissapointing, with the added bonus of leaving him feeling exeedingly silly. "Not mothernames then..."

Nothing to do but try again.

"Kanafinwe!" This time he tries to put some power into his voice, maybe that will help?

[bythewaves]

Maglor gasps, jerking forwards, pulled by his brother's power before he recalls himself, but he shakes his head.

"No luck." He says gloomily.

[holdshisown]

He gives Maglor an apologetic look, that was not what he had intended with that.

"Third times the charm they say..." Not that he held a lot of hope for success, "Maglor!"

[bythewaves]

Maglor waves it off - he's so used to his brother's power, to obeying when Maedhros snaps an order, it was almost more instinctual than anything.

"They do." He agrees, and this time there's a glow, although it peters out just before Maedhros can grab at anything.

"Oh! That... alright, I think... I think that's it. It must be... the name we think of ourselves by."

And he hasn't been Makalaure since ... probably Alqualonde, and he doesn't much like being Kanafinwe.

"Try that again, because I think that's the right way to do it."

Now they know, Maglor is sure it will be easy - no one else knows him so well as his brother, after all.

[holdshisown]

Nevertheless he was sorry for causing his brother discomfort.

"What the...!" He had been prepared for another failure. The combination of unexpected success and the sight of his brothers chest lighting up stuns him long enough that he completely forgets to grab for the artifact.

"That was...not what I was expecting. But I suppose it makes sense, why would our souls react to name we don't really consider us anymore."

He feels a little bit foolish not thinking of that before he started, he might have saved himself from loking like an idiot.

"Maglor!" This time he makes sure to grab for the light in his brothers chest, pulling out whatever might be there.

[bythewaves]

"Yes - I should have thought of that too." He agrees.

"Oh!" He murmurs. "That feels... very very odd." Not Bad, as he has yet to find a kizuna effect that feels bad (then again, he hasn't been afflicted by any of the shapeshifting yet either). Just odd.

He's almost afraid to look, and visibly relaxes when it's revealed to be a harp.

"A harp? As if I need another!"

It's a weak joke, but he's too relieved to care.

[holdshisown]

"Well, no use berrating ourselves over it now i suppose..."

He pauses for a bit when Maglor reacts to the sensation, loking intently for any sign of pain or distress. "If it hurts, please tell me." He says before continuing.

He's not sure what he'd been expecting, but he wasn't very surprised by the harp when he finaly had it in his hand.

"Well, it certainly fits you."

He absentmindedly lets his fingers experementaly run over the harpstrings.

[bythewaves]

"It's fine - it's weird but not painful." Maglor assures him, eyeing the process with interest.

"Mm, that's true... whoa!"

That first strum sends an actual sword flying out, Maglor paling and lunging forwards to stop the vibrations with his hands.

"Um."

[holdshisown]

"Alright..." He'll take Maglor's word for it, but he'll keep a close eye on his reactions just in case.

"Yes, it should have been obvious it would be some kind of musical... sweet Eru!" He almost dropps the artifact in shock. That had not been what he'd expected.

"...ok. Let's not do that again."

[bythewaves]

"I... I suppose it's fitting that it does that." Maglor says shakily, and tries very hard not to think about the ways he's used Song to kill in the past.

"But yes, let's... not. Maybe we should put it down in the corner?"

[holdshisown]

"Your songs have done more than just harm, Kano. There are plenty of time when they have healed as well." He will not let his brother forget about that. Not everything they ever did was a thing of evil.

"That is probably a good idea."

And now for what he was dreading. "Do you want to try now. It should be easier now that we know wich name is more likely to work."

[bythewaves]

"They've done more harm than healing for a long time."

He answers sadly but nods, taking a deep breath and putting it aside.

"We can, if you're up to it?"

[holdshisown]

"But they have healed. Don't forget that, no matter how much harm you have done, that is not all that you are."

It might be what most people would remember him by, but to Maedhros his brother would always be remembered for the comfort his songs brought him at the lowest points of his life.

"I am," he said. Trying to make it sound like he believed it. "I'd rather get it done sooner rather than later."

[bythewaves]

"I... I will try to remember, Nelyo, but I fear it has been a very long time."

He nods, awkwardly reaching out to his brother.

"Alright. Um. Maedhros?"

Maybe don't sound like you're asking a question, Maglor.

[holdshisown]

"Then it is good I am here to remind you now."

He gives a reassuring smile and steels himself.

"Ah! You were right, that does feel...wierd."

The light coming out of his chest is also a bit disconcerting for him.

[bythewaves]

"Not painful?"

Maglor checks - it didn't hurt him, but he worries for his brother.

"Should I keep going?"

[holdshisown]

"No. Just...wierd."

It was an entirely unique feeling, he wasn't even sure how to explain it. But painful, he knew, was not the right word to describe it as.

"Yes. No reason to stop halfway through."

[bythewaves]

"Alright."

Maglor nods, and braces himself.

"Maedhros." Firmer this time, and he goes to grab, which... it still sounds really weird in his head, but... it's... working?

[holdshisown]

"I'll tell you if it starts to hurt."

He'd made up his mind to at least try to stop hiding such things from his brother.

The feeling of something being pulled from inside him was odd, it wasn't even a physical feeling exactly. When it was over and the artifact was in his brothers hands he couldn't help but feel a little aprehensive. A mask... What did it say of him that his soul manifested in that way.

"That...was not what I was expecting."

[bythewaves]

"..........."

Maglor blinks at the mask.

"It's a very lovely mask, Nelyo. I wonder what it does?"

If it does anything. "A bird of fire..."

[holdshisown]

"I wonder why it took that form..."

It was a beautiful piece of craftmanship but he couldn't see any real use in it. Not that the harp had been immediately apparent in it's function either. "I don't know. The harp did nothing until I plucked one of it's strings, it stands to reason a mask would only reveal it's use when you put it on..."

Hopefully it didn't do anything destructive. "It is not without a certain amount of symbolism, I suppose."

[bythewaves]

Maglor shudders.

"Symbolism I am uncertain if I like? But yes... I suppose so. Should I put it on, or you?"

[holdshisown]

"I'm not sure how I feel about it either..."

He didn't like to think of himself as a deceptive person, but what else could the fact that his soul artifact was a mask mean?

"I...don't know? Do you wan't to try it?"

[bythewaves]

Maglor is a little bit more concerned with the fire part...

"The bird could be a reference to... the Eagle, maybe?" Not that it looks like an eagle...

"I suppose I should. Alright. Here goes?" He lifts the mask carefully to his face, making sure he's not looking straight at his brother, in case it does something destructive like his did.

[holdshisown]

The fire didn't surprise him. He had been burning inside since he returned from Angband.

"That's what I thought. It doesn't look much like an eagle, but maybe it's enough that it's a bird?" Who knew how your soul decided to symbolize your experiences.

"If it does something that hurts you, just throw it as far away as you can."

Well, destructive can be a subjective thing. It won't throw a sword at the wall, but Maglor might need to replace the shirt he's wearing. Because the moment he puts the mask on a pair of fiery wings erupt from his back making it unwearable.

"What the...?!"