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

[cultivatingdisaster]

"We'll see. With how strange this world appears, I'm finding a need to utilise many of my old lessons." And Xie Lian was just glad that he had lived long enough to have many of them to fall back on and use to help him through these strange times.

He was also glad to have a friend to share them with.

"Thank you for doing this with me, my friend."

[bythewaves]

"I've few folk here I'd do this with." Maglor says honestly.

"So it was my honor to participate with you!"

[cultivatingdisaster]

"I find that hard to believe." Xie Lian replied warmly. "You are friendly and personable, generous and kind, you are easy to befriend. I'm certain you have more than you realise." And he was very sure of that. Unlike himself who could name his friends on one hand. But that was fine. Xie Lian wasn't used to having many friends at all. One or two close friends were all he needed.

[bythewaves]

Maglor waves a hand.

"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."

[cultivatingdisaster]

Oh, well didn't that just make Xie Lian feel warm and happy. Maglor was correct. Friends could come and go but trust was a harder thing to come by.

Maglor looked serious. But Xie Lian's smile was anything but. "I have earned your trust? I am glad. I entirely share that sentiment."

[bythewaves]

"Absolutely." He smiles back. "And I am glad indeed that I have had this chance to meet you here."

[cultivatingdisaster]

"I would say it was good luck, but I'm not known for my luck." Xie Lian laughed, but then had to wonder if Magor was the lucky one. Much like San Lang, maybe his friends luck was able to counter his own misfortune? Now wouldn't that be something? "Whatever act of chance allowed me to meet you, I am glad for it. Where else would I possibly learn the strange and wonderful dances of the Hobbits?"

[bythewaves]

"Nor am I." Maglor shrugs, wry and resigned. "So perhaps our bad luck cancels each other out? Although my Doom is tied to my world, so... perhaps it is eased, here."

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!"

[cultivatingdisaster]

"I wonder if mine is also..." It would stand to reason of course. And his bad luck hadn't really struck in any really big way. So far. It was something Xie Lian had thought about a few times since his return. It would be interesting to know that it was the case. Though it did make him wonder why his other Cursed Shackle was still effectively working if the other was not.

"I hope to learn more of these wonderful dances in the future." Xie Lian laughed. Maglor's world was truly fascinating.

[bythewaves]

"I do not know." He shrugs. "But it would seem passing strange for such things to follow us here... but then again, what do I know of the passage between worlds!"

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!"

[cultivatingdisaster]

It would be strange for his curse of banishment to follow him to a world where those powers didn't exist.

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.

[bythewaves]

Maglor notes the way Xie Lian moves to touch something, but he politely doesn't ask.

"I'm sure I spotted a tea shop down at the base of the mountain... hopefully the drinks there are safe for consumption!"

[cultivatingdisaster]

"Tea would be ideal. I'm sure there will be something we can drink." Xie Lian had something of a cast iron stomach, there wasn't much he couldn't eat and he didn't get sick. He'd built up an immunity to a great many things.

"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.

end here?

[bythewaves]

"I was more concerned with odd side effects! But yes, I'm sure we can find something."