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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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He nods sadly. "We did. We'll have to do better this time."
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"We will. And I'll try not to worry you either, Nelyo. I don't want to be a burden."
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"And I'll try not to worry either of you. You could never be a burden to me."
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Maglor leans against him and ignores the itch he's developing.
"I'm sorry we make things hard for you, Nelyo."
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Maedhros puts an arm around his brothers shoulders and gives him a comforting squeeze.
"I make things hard for myself, Kano"
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He leans into the hug.
"Agree to disagree? Because I think we are most of your trouble, Nelyo."
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He chuckles a little at the thought of Moryo's grumpy expression whenever somebody fell short of his expectations.
"Very well. I won't deny that you have given me your fair share of trouble, but I still hold that the greater part is usualy of my own making."
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He smiles up at his brother fondly. "We will just have to disagree." He nods. "Let's get something to eat?"
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"I suppose we'll have to. And some food would not go amiss I feel."
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He nods, tugging him after him. "Alright. We'll both have to look after each other."
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And he follows obediently, if a little amused at the tugging. "Like always then? I can live with that."
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Maglor hums happily. "I, as well."
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"So what are we going to eat? You know better than I what is good around here so I'll have to rely on your judgement."
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He hums. "I know a small tea shop where the food is safe? Mostly cakes but I think they had some savoury dishes too."
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"Good, then we'll go there. What would you recommend for someone who's never eaten there before?" Not that he was a picky eater by any means, but he'd rather eat something he'd actually enjoy if he had a choice.
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He hums. "Do you fancy sweet or savory?"
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"Savory I think."
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A nod. "It does have some meat pies, if I recall. Chicken, I think?"
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"Sounds acceptable. What about you?"
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Maglor hums happily. "They have a seafood one too, which I like."
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"I've never been much for seafood myself, but I'm glad they have something you'll enjoy."
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"I got... used to it. By the sea." He shrugs. "Although mine was... mostly just grilled fish."
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"But you enjoy it now?" He asks.
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"I got used to it?" He shrugs again. "But theirs is MUCH nicer. It has a sauce!"
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"Sauce does tend to improve even the worst of dishes." He agrees. "Perhaps when we have time we could see if we can find food you enjoy rather than what you're simply used to."
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