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[Jan. 24th, 2011|08:26 pm] |
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*while Vána is relatively subdued by Aulë and Telimektar, steps forwards from the shadows in Vána's workshop* I propose we re-locate. The Children are desperately noisy and this is no place for a judgment.
*projects a clear image of the Halls of Mandos - not the shadowy caverns where numberless ex-fëar mumble and stumble through to the hereafter, or the great tapestries of Vairë, or the Freezer of Ignominy but rather the Great Hall, with seats for each Vala (apart from the accused)*
*speeds his way there, expecting the others to do the same* |
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[Mar. 17th, 2010|07:11 pm] |
*has been keeping a close eye on her... experiment? project? Maia?... her charge, to ensure the little girl is fulfilling her new role in the world (Sanyë)(my law)*
*is pleased thus far; so long as she is kept busy and entertained, the creature may prove to be an effective resource* *to that end, has been nudging her this way and that, sending her to those corners of Órë where corruption breeds (and she may eventually allow Sanyë a freer run, but first she must prove herself)*
*finds herself in a much less dire mood one gloomy afternoon (at last, they are learning) and goes in search of her husband* |
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[Oct. 21st, 2008|05:10 pm] |
*has had an interesting and eventful and really quite exciting few days, mooching around the outskirts of Gondolin (and inadvertently ensuring that the alfalfa crop whithers entirely)*
*gathers up all the non-corporeal scraps of Balrog he can find, scraping up shards and powder and fragments and pools of extinguished fiery Ainu*
*finally, satisfied that he's got every last morsel, makes his way back to the Halls* *goes into the kitchenette and puts on the kettle* *sits on the counter and scratches out the word 'Cookie' on the jar and writes 'Balrog' instead* |
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[Mar. 25th, 2008|07:21 pm] |
*much as she’s appreciated regaining her strength and catching up on recent history, has also re-discovered her distaste for endless bright light and joie de vivre* *is developing a persistent headache, in fact*
*finds herself missing the quiet, dreary shadows of the northern Halls* *discorporates on a whim and heads there with all due speed*
*sighs with relief as she re-forms in the midst of a dimly lit chamber* *feels at home for the first time since waking up*
*wanders over to a convenient chair and sinks down into it*
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*reaches beneath her and pulls out a handful of dark, inert slime* Hel-lo. You don’t quite remember what you are just yet, do you? Well, you don’t belong on the furniture until you do. *considers, listening to the nasty buzzing you’re giving off* And perhaps not even then.
*holds out her hand and lets the murk slip through her fingers to the floor*
*sits back and waits for her husband to get in* |
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[Feb. 19th, 2008|02:14 am] |
*slowly emerges from a murky grey oblivion, gradually becoming aware that there is light and warmth on the other side of the fog* *registers vague surprise at this revelation--remembers only death and destruction and screams and the terrible, rending darkness*
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*opens her eyes and takes in the clean, comfortable room around her* *does not recognize the place, or the strange machinery beeping nearby (in time with her heart?)*
*takes in a deep breath, pulls her senses into focus, and listens*
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*is unnerved more by the silence than by the unfamiliar and unexpected surroundings*
*instinctively reaches for the other half of her soul* Námo...? |
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accomplished
awake