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[Mar. 24th, 2011|01:25 am] |
*Had forgotten just how much fun it could be to fuck about with redesign the earth's crust.*
*Has not forgotten that Aulë probably won't be the slightest bit amused and his wife will no doubt be shrieking about damaged habitats or some such nonsense.*
*Waits for Aulë to emerge and commence with the inevitable knuckle-rapping and passes the time by working very hard on keeping down that burst of giggles that's threatening to bubble up at any moment.*
*Knows that one misplaced snigger could well result in him being rapped on the knuckles with a very large hammer.* |
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[Feb. 26th, 2011|08:46 pm] |
*following through with his request, has gone with Aulendil to a point somewhere in Ossiriand's rich green wilderness, where he's spent all day attempting to complete a task that apparently every one of Aulë's Maiar could do within a week of embodiment on Arda: namely, raise a hill* *a structurally solid, geologically consistent, aesthetically pleasing hill*
*would be satisfied with just structurally solid, at this point—thus far, he's melted three good-sized patches of bedrock into magma and has reduced quite a lot of grass to cinders (wince)* *did manage, once, to pull up a vaguely hill-like structure, but that instantly collapsed into the sinkhole left beneath*
*drops his hands to his sides as another swath of grass bursts into flames* *extinguishes the blaze and sighs, turning to his companion* All right. What did I do that time? The soil doesn't want to budge all at once, no matter how I Sing at it. |
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[Feb. 20th, 2011|03:45 pm] |
*having heard from a few little birds that a certain Peredhel twin is working in television, hunts down the set of As Órë Turns with Aulendil in tow* *smiles his way past lot security, even managing to procure a couple of visitor badges*
*to his companion, as they wander across the lot and dodge knots of harried crewmembers* Busy place... Elrohir should be here somewhere, he's one of the stars. *curiously* Have you ever gotten into television? |
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[Jan. 23rd, 2011|05:36 pm] |
*having been cast back into the world, wounded and unhealed, has made her way to Grand Fork—a place infamous for its dark alleys and no-good-doers (the perfect spot to cower a while, maybe figure out how to function through the pain of her every movement)*
*slinks into a seedy pub late one night and crawls into a shadowy booth in the corner, extinguishing the weak light overhead with a thought* *doesn't anticipate anyone paying attention to her, where all two patrons are slumped over the bar and the barkeep is too busy watching an old game rerun on the tube*
*gnaws the back of her hand until it bleeds (hurts, it hurts, always hurts), lapping the dark brine slowly, slowly, glaring at the humans with glittering eyes* |
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[Jan. 12th, 2011|07:43 pm] |
*Travels onwards for his magical mystery tour or Orë with Olórin.*
*Well, he says travels, it would be more accurate to say that they're sitting in a traffic jam and have been for the last hour, and this is all part of the experience apparently.*
*Tries doodling on a pad to take his mind off it but ends up jotting down theories to explain why this is happening.*
*Hisses.* It doesn't make any sense, there's no accidents, there's no road-works, why doesn't anything in this world work the way it should? |
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[Jan. 4th, 2011|01:28 am] |
*Seats himself in a Gondolin town square, waiting for Olorin so they can commence his educational tour of Orë.*
*Thinks about toning down his scepticism but as he watches the city's denizens apparently sleep-walking through their day, is fairly sure he's going to be proved right.* |
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[Nov. 19th, 2010|09:31 pm] |
*Goes to Gondolin to make sure everything's holding up as it should and finds that no, it isn't falling down, at least not today. He could have told Aulë that; he does good work dammit, he knows what he's doing, if he builds something it stays up, but nooooo, they have to check these things, oversight, accountability, red tape bollocks, so bloody inefficient, he could so run things better...*
*Settles in cafe to people watch because that's a damn sight more fun than checking on foundations that aren't fucking moving any time soon.*
*Quietly hums to himself and has a good listen and pigeon-holes the people he sees.*
Cheating on his wife. Shoplifter. Wants to put her mother in a home. Closet homosexual. Closet heterosexual...Eru, these people are horrid. |
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[Apr. 18th, 2009|09:49 pm] |
*Decided to stay in middle earth for a little while to see the sights before going straight back to Ilmarin.*
*Got a train to Delving so she could have a nosey around there.*
*Wanders around the central business district with a distinct spring in her step as she gets a text.*
*Decides this calls for a celebration so chooses a suitably classy looking wine bar for a drink.* |
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