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voidtreckerexpress2019-09-05 04:28 pm
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WHO: Maglor and OTA!
WHERE: Coach B
WHEN: Bassoon Day 3, early morning
WHAT: Maglor's singing a rather painful song because certain arrivals have gotten him mopey again.
WARNINGS: See above? Probable mentions of torture, murder, dismemberment, etc...
One of the resident musicians has been having his usual trouble sleeping and has tucked himself away in one of the couches with his harp. Much as he does most mornings before the majority of people are up and about.
Maedhros is here. Alive. Full of regret for not thinking of him when it mattered most.
Curufin is here too, just as full of life as they'd all once been. He's discovered he's not angry with that little brother, but the memories of blood and war still pelt his mind just as fresh as if it had happened yesterday.
Maybe he should keep his silence, but the song he'd composed so his family's dark deeds wouldn't be forgotten East of the Sea begs to be sung again. They'd done too much evil for it to be forgotten or passed off as fantasy.
So his fingers strum over the strings of his harp and he raises his voice in an odd, almost sorrowful, almost light tone.
"Seven sons there were, fell and fair
Bright the light in their grey eyes
Swift their rage against the night
But where now the swift arrow, the bright sword?
Where have they gone, the brave warriors?
They are lost, lost, fallen to shadow
Fallen to flame and madness
"Oh, the blood on the sands, the tears on the ground
Fallen, fallen are they, lost forever
Oh! Fingolfin the mighty, puissant and great,
And Fingon the brave, slain at the gate
Gondolin's walls are broken and Turgon lies slain
Felagund lies silent, his death not in vain
And where are they now, Feanor's sons?
Hands stained forever, oathsworn?" *lyrics come from![[plurk.com profile]](https://plurk.com/favicon.ico)
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There is more he sings, but it continues on that vein. Those who hear it will hear the rest as an impression of great grief and sorrow. Of regret.
Maglor won't- can't forget. So why should his family be so spared? He's not angry with his father. Not anymore. Now he's just grateful to see his father (and now younger brother, Curufin) alive and much as they used to be, rather than mad with the terrible Oath they'd sworn.
WHERE: Coach B
WHEN: Bassoon Day 3, early morning
WHAT: Maglor's singing a rather painful song because certain arrivals have gotten him mopey again.
WARNINGS: See above? Probable mentions of torture, murder, dismemberment, etc...
One of the resident musicians has been having his usual trouble sleeping and has tucked himself away in one of the couches with his harp. Much as he does most mornings before the majority of people are up and about.
Maedhros is here. Alive. Full of regret for not thinking of him when it mattered most.
Curufin is here too, just as full of life as they'd all once been. He's discovered he's not angry with that little brother, but the memories of blood and war still pelt his mind just as fresh as if it had happened yesterday.
Maybe he should keep his silence, but the song he'd composed so his family's dark deeds wouldn't be forgotten East of the Sea begs to be sung again. They'd done too much evil for it to be forgotten or passed off as fantasy.
So his fingers strum over the strings of his harp and he raises his voice in an odd, almost sorrowful, almost light tone.
"Seven sons there were, fell and fair
Bright the light in their grey eyes
Swift their rage against the night
But where now the swift arrow, the bright sword?
Where have they gone, the brave warriors?
They are lost, lost, fallen to shadow
Fallen to flame and madness
"Oh, the blood on the sands, the tears on the ground
Fallen, fallen are they, lost forever
Oh! Fingolfin the mighty, puissant and great,
And Fingon the brave, slain at the gate
Gondolin's walls are broken and Turgon lies slain
Felagund lies silent, his death not in vain
And where are they now, Feanor's sons?
Hands stained forever, oathsworn?" *lyrics come from
There is more he sings, but it continues on that vein. Those who hear it will hear the rest as an impression of great grief and sorrow. Of regret.
Maglor won't- can't forget. So why should his family be so spared? He's not angry with his father. Not anymore. Now he's just grateful to see his father (and now younger brother, Curufin) alive and much as they used to be, rather than mad with the terrible Oath they'd sworn.
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"Huh."
He leans against the bulkhead.
"That's cool. Is it magic from your own world? You aren't human are you?"
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"No. In your language you might know my kind as elves. And yes, it is magic of a kind I suppose, as you might know it. In my world, Music is what made the planet, and all that lives there, along with the stars."
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"Thanks, but I'm used to it now." He grins, and whistles.
"Elves? Really? Wow, you're a lot taller than I thought you would be. And made of music? Is that poetic licence?"
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Maglor hums again, eyes bright. Much less sad at the moment, and he internally thanks this young one for the distraction.
"I've been told that before. No bells." Completely straight-faced. "Ah, no. Not as we know it, and not as I see it." Yup, he sees music~ Because he is Special! "It involves what I believe you might call gods and angels? And them singing life and everything into being."
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"And no presents, either?" He retorts with a grin.
"How do you see music? And seriously, your world sounds either awesome or terrifying."
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"Hmm," he pretends to think about it, looking the youth over. "Maybe if you're very good."
Maglor's smile turns wry. "It comes almost as predictions, seeing the truth of things. And you are not entirely wrong."
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Kaito laughs. "I solemly promise I will be on my best behaviour!" For now.
"Huh." Truth of things, huh? THat's... well. He supposes he should be careful, with this guy.
"That sounds pretty useful a power. Can all of you elves do that?"
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Maglor smirks at him. "May I know your name so that I might keep track of you better?" Supposedly there's a list? Maybe? He'll be watching you, Kaito!
"Some better than others. At least those from my world."
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He mimes taking off a hat and sweeping him a bow.
"Kaito! Kaito Kuroba! A pleasure."
...he'll watch himself around all of them then.