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[Jan. 19th, 2011|06:08 pm] |
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*finds a high-powered flashlight, fills it with fresh batteries, and goes out into the streets of Menegroth as promised*
*thinks at first that the situation doesn't seem too bad—nothing has obviously exploded many people look a bit panicked in the glow of the emergency lights, their foot traffic somewhat chaotic; but some even look resigned, perhaps having lived through the Great Delving Blackouts of past years*
*wanders down in the direction of his mother's shop, thinking to check on her while he's out* *occasionally points passersby in the right direction or tries to reassure them although more than occasionally (and perhaps understandably), they look terrified to see him*
[Edit] *reappears inside Vána's workshop (now is not the time for social graces)* |
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[Jan. 18th, 2011|08:25 pm] |
| [ | Tags | | | &beleg&thingol, &beleg&turin, &mablung&turin, &melian&thingol, &melian&turin, @menegroth:palace, beleg, chip, este, mablung, melian, qualme, thingol, turin, vana | ] |
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*has been keeping even busier than usual lately, what with the annoying task of having to oust all Noldor and Noldorin sympathizers from Doriath*
*and if that wasn't bad enough, has had to compensate for a number of his central staff inexplicably failing to show up for work this week, a number that has been steadily rising with each passing day*
*when the day comes that even Mardil himself is MIA, has the temp send word for Beleg to meet him in his office ASAP* |
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[Feb. 14th, 2009|06:02 pm] |
*is just getting a fussy Arandur settled down for his afternoon nap when he hears a knock out front*
*closes the bedroom door gently behind him and makes long strides to the front door before the visitor can knock again (and possibly louder)*
*grunts something unintelligible by way of greeting when he sees who his visitor is* *bluntly* She's at work.
*turns to go back into the living room, idly nudging the door with his toe to shut it* |
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[Aug. 20th, 2008|11:22 am] |
*spends a solid two days trailing his quarry from Ossiriand, following both the faint, crackling shards of dissonance she leaves in her wake and more traditional clues, like eyewitness recollections*
*reaches Gondolin and hits a dead end, or at least a very loose one, when he can't quite pin down the source of the Music he's looking for* *catches the echo of another Discordant presence almost immediately, but more or less loses interest once he determines he's fallen off the scent*
*listens briefly across continents for the Song he committed to memory in Ilmarin, hearing her flitting to and fro across Órë to collect her poor, unfortunate souls*
*satisfied that he's got his manner of surveillance sent up, drifts back to Delving and materializes outside the door of Mablung's apartment* *takes a deep breath and knocks* |
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[May. 7th, 2008|11:14 am] |
*walks through the halls of the palace toward his office, phone pressed to his ear*
What color? I don't care what color. Pink. Girls like pink. ... Oh, it'll be a girl, all right. Even if it's a boy. With a father like that? ... *sighing* Green. Whatever. The important thing is that they're from Lúthie's friends. Don't forget. They'll play along. ... Of course I didn't threaten them. Threats are completely unnecessary at this point. Oh, and the same goes for the other things. This is the last batch, though, I'm serious.
*drops his phone in his pocket and steps through to his inner office with a nod to his secretary*
*doesn't notice his visitor until he's seated at his desk* *very nearly has a heart attack on the spot*
*after a long moment's recovery, coldly* Are you trying to kill me? Again? |
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