jikan_rpg | Maglor July catchall

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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.

Threaded | Flat

Duo didn't mean to snoop, but seeing Maglor sat on his own looking at a box in his hands, how could he not? And it wasn't like he was deliberately walking quietly, it was habit. Years of ingrained habit as well as training had kept him light on his feet.

However nothing was keeping that mouth of his from being quiet.

"Mags!" Duo approached from behind and dropped his hands on his friends shoulders before leaning down to peer over. "Whatcha got? A music box? Does it play anything good?" He glanced over at it again and frowned, puzzled. "... Or is it a tv? You're watching something?"

The light was just bright enough to see by, unless he looked over to see Maglor. It was interesting... He had such a pronounced inner glow that Xie Lian could have easily mistaken it for a Heavenly Light.

"And now we have to guess. The trial is named 'Promise', should we promise each other something?" It seemed a little too easy, a little on-the-nose for his liking. Something told him that it would be a great deal more complicated than promising to buy Maglor a meat bun once they were let out.

"Nuh-uh! Don't you dare!" Aerith was on him like a shot, a hand out and grabbing Maglor by the wrist before he could even think to try and smash the harp.

"Who said you could do that, hm? I never said it was a good idea! I think this whole thing is silly. Why would any of us go to all this work to create these artefacts only to be told to destroy them? Do you think that makes sense?" Because it really didn't make a lick of sense to Aerith. And if it didn't make sense then she wasn't likely to believe it.

"...I'd rather do this with you than someone I don't even know."

Of course he didn't really want to do this at all. Knowing his soul was broken and actually seeing proof of it were two different things. But if he has to see it he'd rather have his brother with him than anyone else.

(His artefact is not what he'd expected. He's not sure wether or not he should be worried about what it means... It's a mask, just a mask...)

Threaded | Flat

Music Box: Memories Edition

Trial of Promise

Trial of Love

Soul artifact