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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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Maglor smiles. "The Men of Bree have similar dances, but I don't know who taught who, or even if the dances developed separately."
"Every time the dance is repeated, it speeds up. It is considered to be a great skill to be one of the last ones still going!"
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He's still keen on getting out, but on the other hand, this is probably quite a bit more fun than he was expecting.
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They would get out. Eventually. But there was nothing that said that they couldn't have a little bit of fun before that happened. After sealing them both away in a cave it was the very least they deserved!
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=RX--cEl3BWw
He says cheerfully and then starts up the well-loved Cat and the Moon
"There's an inn of old renown
Where they brew a beer so brown
Moon came rolling down the hill
One Hevnsday night to drink his fill.
On a three-stringed fiddle there
Played the Ostler's cat so fair
The hornèd Cow that night was seen
To dance a jig upon the green."
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While his Cultivation and training had never been quite like this, somehow he felt that he could incorporate into his routine. It was quite the workout!
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"Ai! You're far too good at this, my friend! Are you sure you haven't done this before?"
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"I am only as good as my teacher." He replied warmly with that same laughter in his voice. "And we appear to have done enough to leave! Shall we?"
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"And you are being modest, my friend! I have not seen such skill in a very long time. Yes, yes, let's get out before they decide to shut the door on us!"
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"As I've said, in my younger days I had been taught the Arts. I just have not had much of an opportunity to utilise them as of late." As he was speaking Xie Lian was already on the move and heading for the now open door. Like Maglor he was afraid of it closing and them having to do it all over again. Or, worse, being stuck a second time with a whole new kind of task.
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"But hopefully under much less stressful situations!"
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He was also glad to have a friend to share them with.
"Thank you for doing this with me, my friend."
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"So it was my honor to participate with you!"
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"That, anyone can do. But trust? That is another thing entirely." He says seriously.
"There are many here who I have spoken to. But those I trust? A scarce handful, only."
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Maglor looked serious. But Xie Lian's smile was anything but. "I have earned your trust? I am glad. I entirely share that sentiment."
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Please let there be no Silmarils in this world to prove him wrong.
"And that is true for me as well! And I am glad to be able to share their dances, as they are far more fun than the staid court dances of my youth!"
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"I hope to learn more of these wonderful dances in the future." Xie Lian laughed. Maglor's world was truly fascinating.
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He grins at him. "Ask any time, my friend, and I would be glad to teach. Just maybe not right now, at least until we've had a drink!"
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A hand rose and lightly touched the silk ribbons wrapped around his neck, hiding his Cursed Shackle from view. Wouldn't that be interesting if they didn't actually work...?
"Then let us find somewhere to sit and enjoy a drink." A nice, cold cup of water sounded perfect right about then.
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"I'm sure I spotted a tea shop down at the base of the mountain... hopefully the drinks there are safe for consumption!"
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"Lets go, Maglor." He started walking with a smile, putting thoughts of curses aside for the moment. It was something he could consider once he was home.
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