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

[bythewaves]

"Alright. Maybe a bit of a hover?"

He chews his lip thoughtfully.

"....I suppose it is possible, yes? I mean there are Songs for all sorts of things..." Although he's not really sure how that might apply to a part of his actual soul...

[holdshisown]

"That sounds like a reasonable plan. Better not to rush it and learn at a steady pace instead."

"We'd probably need to prepare more before trying it however. And we'd probably need to find a better spot to do so as well."

[bythewaves]

"Mine is a bit riskier than yours."

He agrees and nods.

"Alright, I suppose I might as well try now, since I've already ruined one shirt..."

He is, at least, prepared this time.

[holdshisown]

"A little. But with proper precations being taken it should be manageable."

After the initial shock had worn of he'd found himself a bit intrigued about the harp.

"Might as well. Just as long as you don't fly to high up."

And he'll keep ready to catch Maglor if things go wrong.

[bythewaves]

"Outside somewhere?" Maglor suggests. "With clear lines of sight. We don't know how far that attack goes either."

He nods. "I promise." He reassures, and slips on the mask, pausing to adjust to the feeling of the firey wings.

[holdshisown]

"Probably. Somewhere open preferably." An open field or something similar would be ideal. "Without too many obstacles around."

He nods in return. "Good." It's a stunning sight, now that he's had some time to adjust to it. Giant wings made of red-gold flame spreading out from his brothers back like a cloak.

[bythewaves]

"A park? Or is that potentially too crowded?"

The cities here are much more crowded than Maglor has been used to.

Maglor cranes his head back, trying to see, and only gets a faceful of feathers.

"Upgh!" He spits out a feather. "Well, at least we know they definitely won't burn whoever is wearing the mask. They probably won't burn you either, Nelyo, seeing as they're technically a part of you."

[holdshisown]

"It depends how many people are around at the time. But I'd prefer something more desolate."

It was. It made his skin itch at times to be surrounded by so many people.

He snorts a bit at that.

"That's good. It wouldn't be very practical if you risked burning yourself when you used it."

[bythewaves]

"True... by the sea, perhaps? We can aim out over the waves...?"

Maglor grins at him shyly.

"Well, I wouldn't want you to get hurt if I fall either!"

[holdshisown]

"That could work. We'd just have to find the right spot."

Maedhros smiles back with all the fondness of an older brother.

"I think I'd be fine. Like you said, it's part of me I doubt it would hurt me too much."

[bythewaves]

"Alright then." He takes a deep breath.

"Here I go... trying..."

He will... not mention all the times he crashed with the backpack wings.

But he flaps slowly and then tries for a little hop.

.............Please tell him he doesn't look stupid.

[holdshisown]

"Just... try to keep your balance and it should be fine... I think?"

His only experience in flying was on the back of Thorondor and that didn't give him much insight in what one should do when learning. So he steps back a bit so as not to get in the way and observes so that he can step in if Maglor should fall.

"Do you use muscles? Or is it a purely mental effort?"

He can't help but be a bit curious about how it all works.

He won't say it. But Maglor does look a little silly hopping and flapping like that.

[bythewaves]

"Mental." Maglor murmurs, face scrunching up comically as he tries to flap while hopping, trying to get a lift.

"I can feel you giggling from over here."

[holdshisown]

"Well... maybe you need to think of an updraft or something?" He actually has no idea if that would work or not.

"I'm not!" At least not out loud, he doesn't want to be mean.

[bythewaves]

"Think of an updraft? Think of... going... up?"

Maglor mutters, and yelps, as his feet leave the floor.

"Up it is! Not too up! Not too up!"

[holdshisown]

"Yeah. Wind going up, you know?"

If it was a mental exercise rather than a physical one it would make sense, right?

"Ah! You ok up there?!"

[bythewaves]

"Down, think of going down!"

Maglor hurriedly mutters, and yelps again as he comes down rather percipitously, only just stopping himself from crashing.

"Y-yea...."

[holdshisown]

"...This might take some time to figure out."

Maedhros starts forward at that sudden dropp, but Maglor seems to have it well in hand. Well... mostly in hand at least.

"You sure?"

[bythewaves]

He has managed to get it to an awkward hover a few hands above the floor, biting his lip in concentration.

"Mm... " He focuses for a little bit before he apparently gives up and drops the last little way with a gasp, wobbling slightly on touchdown. "That's... surprisingly tiring."

[holdshisown]

Tension he didn't even know was there leaves his body when Maglor returns to the ground again.

"you ok?" He keeps a close eye on his brother, standing close enough to steady him if he should need it. "You look a little... unsteady."

[bythewaves]

He leans against his brother and removes the mask, humming reassuringly.

"I'm alright. Just tired. Gotta headache after that."

[holdshisown]

And Maedhros puts an arm around his shoulders too keep him steady.

"Good. Do you need something to eat or drink after that? Or do you just need to rest?"

[bythewaves]

Maglor smiles up at him.

"I'm alright, I promise. Maybe just rest, I think. I suppose something to drink can't hurt though. Should we go and find something?"

[holdshisown]

What can he do but smile back. Although he keeps a close eye on Maglor in case there is more than just tiredness.

"That's good. We should find someplace more comfortable to sit down at least. Preferably somewhere we can get something to drink and eat as well."

[bythewaves]

"I remember where there's a nice little tea shop that has some of those little treats the locals like to have with their tea? Have you tried them yet?"