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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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"Well, it's that or join my brothers in death, and I don't think I can bring myself to that end."
Not at the moment, anyway, when there are people who need him around.
But he leans into the hug.
"Perhaps! Mother never said, after all, and there is no way for me to ask her, now."
Nerdanel was never known for her foresight, but Maglor has had far too much time on his hands to brood.
"Thank you for being kind, Duo."
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His hug tightens a bit and his tone gentles when he's thanked, because he didn't really think he'd done a thing worthy of that.
"What're friends for?"
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"I've people who still want me to stay, so I will, I promise."
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"That's a good enough reason to stick around if ever I heard one." It was what kept him in place, now. He had people that wanted him to live. If it wasn't for that... he'd have let go a long time ago.
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"I am doing better, I promise. "
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"So that music box, huh? Kinda a piece of shit, showing memories like that." Like with most things in this world. Something seemed nice or looked pretty but would rip your face off in a heartbeat.
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"Well, you'll have to play me your music then sometime!"
He smiles a little wryly. "I think... I think I'll be keeping this. But maybe I'll keep it from my brother, as I fear it might only hurt him to remember."
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"It's not gonna hurt you?" Duo asked then. "You're not another one of those guys who like beatin themselves up over shit from the past are you?"
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He smiles and shakes his head. "I'll be alright. It's nice to see my family again, even in memories."
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"Yeah, I guess that's a plus, huh? I'm glad you've got that at least, Mags." He reached out and patted his shoulder with a smile.
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"I only wish there was a way to determine what it was going to show! There are plenty of gentler memories in with the bad ones."
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"Or that too, yes. I'll be alright, Duo." He says gently.
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"Pretty nice day though, huh?" A change of subject to pull them away from darker thoughts or Maglor feeling he needed to keep reassuring Duo, because the more he did it the more Duo was starting to feel Maglor was doing it to reassure himself more than the braided pilot.
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"Well, old I'll take, I'm not so sure about tough!"
Duo's instincts are ABSOLUTELY correct"It rather is." He says fondly, seeing the subject change and accepting it. "Are you wanting your dessert? I still owe it to you!"
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Now he was laughing. That treat. Why not? "Sure, buddy. I could go for something sweet!"
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"Although I suppose the body changes are fairly mild, comparatively."
Things that he DEFINITELY doesn't want to experience around Duo...
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"A cloud? Ai! As long as it doesn't rain on him, I suppose! I've been fortunate so far - but I've also been passing careful."
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"Doesn't rain but it glitters and sparkles. You've never had any weird kitties ears? No tail? Man, you're lucky. But give it time. From what I'm told it happens to near everyone eventually." It's not something any of them would be able to escape any time soon.
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