Maglor Makalaure Canafinwe Feanorion (
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Maglor July catchall
⌛ 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.
⌛ 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.
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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.
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"I can feel you giggling from over here."
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"I'm not!" At least not out loud, he doesn't want to be mean.
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Maglor mutters, and yelps, as his feet leave the floor.
"Up it is! Not too up! Not too up!"
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If it was a mental exercise rather than a physical one it would make sense, right?
"Ah! You ok up there?!"
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Maglor hurriedly mutters, and yelps again as he comes down rather percipitously, only just stopping himself from crashing.
"Y-yea...."
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Maedhros starts forward at that sudden dropp, but Maglor seems to have it well in hand. Well... mostly in hand at least.
"You sure?"
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"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."
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"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."
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"I'm alright. Just tired. Gotta headache after that."
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"Good. Do you need something to eat or drink after that? Or do you just need to rest?"
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"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?"
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"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."
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He's suspicious of the food around here, ok?
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"So far my luck has held! And well. The locals are usually very good about putting signage up - this one, I've tried before without problems."
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Maglor doesn't blame his brother for the paranoia - it had, after all, kept them all alive.
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Well, Beleriand had taught them all that people who weren't paranoid did not get to live long and productive lives most of the time.
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He murmurs and shrugs. "But this one, I trust." He tugs him along.
"Although I suppose I should change, first."
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After all everyone needed to eat, it's strange to choose to compromise your food in that way. But, this place seemed to thrive on strangenes, maybe they enjoyed it?
He follows along without any complaint. "Then I guess this is where we eat."
"Do they not allow custumers if they aren't dressed appropriately?"
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Presumably because of the type of place it is.
"But I don't want anyone to be getting ideas, so... I'm sure I have a spare shirt somewhere."
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It would be strange to take offense at a missing shirt with all the rest that took place around here.
"...Would a missing shirt give people ideas around here?" What a horrifying prospect. "In that case we should definitley get you a shirt."
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Maglor shrugs. "Humans are humans, I suppose. And besides, aren't you the one who insisted we dress up so formally when we were at dinner in Tirion!"
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He gives his brother a sidelong glance at that. "That was all about politics, Kano. It's not like I insisted we dress up for a walk around town."
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