Maglor, Kanafinwë, Makalaurë (
seawanderer) wrote in
voidtreckerexpress2019-10-27 09:05 pm
Borked elf is borked
Who: Maglor [OPEN]
What: Maglor is still recovering from being trapped
Where: All over the train but ending in the Standard Coach
When: Day 29
When a musician gets stressed, they tend to start playing. And have a hard time stopping. Ever since the door unlocked, Maglor hasn't been back to his cabin. Hasn't slept. Hasn't rest. Just took his harp and left. Who would go looking for him, anyway? He's just one broken elf! No one of consequence.
Random little chords can be heard, plucked along. But for the most part, he's fled when he's seen anyone come close. But it's a small train, and it's only a matter of time before he's caught.
And eventually, he gets tired enough to end up sitting quietly, staring out into the Void as his fingers pluck away at his harp.
What: Maglor is still recovering from being trapped
Where: All over the train but ending in the Standard Coach
When: Day 29
When a musician gets stressed, they tend to start playing. And have a hard time stopping. Ever since the door unlocked, Maglor hasn't been back to his cabin. Hasn't slept. Hasn't rest. Just took his harp and left. Who would go looking for him, anyway? He's just one broken elf! No one of consequence.
Random little chords can be heard, plucked along. But for the most part, he's fled when he's seen anyone come close. But it's a small train, and it's only a matter of time before he's caught.
And eventually, he gets tired enough to end up sitting quietly, staring out into the Void as his fingers pluck away at his harp.

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But that was still. There weren't any people outside. Just the void.
Carving pumpkins had helped though, as had making yummy food and he had taken his pumpkin to the shop screen and got some free sweets so that had helped chear him up too!
He had heard some different music. Not the eery music but someone playing an instrument. He followed the sound until he found Maglor.
He approached cautiously, clamebering into a seat nearby, not interrupting the music even if it wasn't as sad as the last time he had heard Maglor play.
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The music coming from his harp now is indeed not quite so eerie as the underlying discord, nor as sad as the Noldolante, but still not quite the level of cheer he's been trying for so hard since becoming a passenger.
Eventually he seems to regain some sense of self, slowly blinking and shakes his head before turning enough to see a boy he'd met before. He tries for a smile, though it ends up weak.
"How do you fare?"
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He held out the paper bag in his hand. "Would you like a sweet?"
Sweets were very good for keeping your spirits up.
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It's a little easier to smile, too. And the kindness helps. "I'm glad my music is helping you." Light music is easier to lean on than chaos, though chaos is always easier to make.
He blinks at the paper bag, latching onto the reality of this little light of interaction Romeo offers. "Only if you do not mind sharing."
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"If you're hungry me and mister Ignis made pumpkin soup! Food is good for keeping scary things away as well!"
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Hungry...? He manages (just) to keep from grimacing at the reminder. Oops? "...I should probably eat. And Ignis is a good cook."
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"There's lots of food so we can go and get some if you want mister Maglor!"
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Maglor carefully pushes himself to his feet, body making it known he's not moved as much as he should have been, and tucks his harp under an arm.
Eat, before someone hunts him down and shove food down his throat. "Come on, then."
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The soup was in the fridge and he carried it out carefully so he could put some in a pan to heat up again for Maglor.
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"I see some...fun? was had...?"
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It was officially his new favourite tradition! It had been very messy but fun and they had managed to make tasty food out of the insides of the pumpkin too!