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[Jan. 24th, 2011|08:26 pm] |
| [ | Tags | | | &aule&vana, &aule&yavanna, &este&irmo, &este&marende, &manwe&varda, &namo&nienna, &namo&quellen, &telimektar&vana, @mandos, @menegroth, aule, este, irmo, manwe, marende, namo, nienna, quellen, telimektar, ulmo, vana, varda, yavanna | ] |
*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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[Jan. 19th, 2011|06:08 pm] |
| [ | Tags | | | &aule&vana, &elrond&turin, &mablung&turin, &manwe&ulmo, &morwen&turin, &telimektar&vana, @doriath:vana's, @menegroth, @menegroth:mhc, aule, chip, elrond, irmo, mablung, manwe, morwen, namo, nienna, telimektar, turin, ulmo, vana, varda | ] |
*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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[Dec. 3rd, 2010|11:56 am] |
| [ | Tags | | | &arwen&elladan, &arwen&elrohir, &beren&dior, &beren&luthien, &beren&melian, &celeborn&dior, &celeborn&galadriel, &celeborn&nimloth, &celeborn&thingol, &celebrian&elladan, &celebrian&elrohir, &celegorm&curufin, &celegorm&nimloth, &curufin&feanor, &curufin&nimloth, &dior&luthien, &dior&melian, &dior&nimloth, &dior&thingol, &elladan&elrohir, &galadriel&gil-galad, &gil-galad&veantur, &ingil&telimektar, &luthien&melian, &luthien&thingol, &melian&thingol, @ossiriand, anaire, aragorn, arwen, beren, celeborn, celebrian, celegorm, curufin, dior, elladan, elmo, elrohir, feanor, galadriel, gil-galad, ingil, luthien, melian, nimloth, pharazon, telimektar, thingol, veantur, witch-king | ] |
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*it's late in the fourth quarter, tied at 21, third and seven at the Groundhogs' 40, and so he's expertly patched up, bundled up warm and doing what any decent grandfather of a star QB should be doing—blocking the view standing and waving his makeshift Bobcats paraphernalia from halfway up on the 50-yard line, screaming (along with everyone else) at the top of his lungs*
YOU CALL THAT AN OFFENSIVE LINE? PROTECT YOUR QB, YOU PORKY SONS OF BITCHES! *looks down at the woman sitting on the bleacher seat directly below him, who whirls around with a ferocious glare and covers her young son's ears* WHAT. |
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[Nov. 29th, 2010|10:28 pm] |
*has spent long, glorious months fulfilling her purpose (teach them to fear), and savoring more and more freedom as her Lady loosens her hold from afar (well done, little one)*
*is starting to feel the distinct itch of boredom, though; all of the dark alleys and dive-y bars are beginning to look alike, and there are only so many ways to frighten a mortal without damaging them* *so fucking boring*
*on a whim, creeps past the border of Ossiriand, all of her senses on high alert* *is even better with skulking in shadows than she was before, but still—her last experience in these parts taught her to be extra-cautious*
*drifts through the dark alleys and dive-y bars, finding them to be depressingly similar to those found in the other corners of the world* *finally decides to spice things up a little by heading somewhere a little less... dark and dive-y* *ooh, a college campus, should be plenty of self-absorbed young things in need of some (hee) education!* |
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[Nov. 8th, 2010|09:02 pm] |
*Leaves work early for the first time since she started there, reasoning that she's entitled given that she had to spend the best part of an hour locked in a cupboard.*
*Also decides that heading to the pub is a great idea after the day she's had; she could probably use a drink owing to the fact that she got locked in a freaking cupboard.* |
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[Jul. 21st, 2010|10:36 pm] |
*is about to engage in a very, very dangerous task (perhaps even more dangerous than the Dagor Dagorath which was a regular party, in truth)* *is about to infiltrate Ilmarin without telling Varda that he's there*
*late one night (or early one morning), streams into a particular window with the breaking down* *brushes himself off and smiles brightly* Hi! Good night? It was a good night. |
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[May. 10th, 2010|10:08 am] |
*isn't especially nervous the morning she is to defend her dissertation (it's not her way), but is definitely feeling drained afterward, when the post-presentation Q&A finally comes to an end and she is swarmed by other scientists wanting to grill her about some of the stunning revelations she's turned up in her research*
*gamely answers a few more questions as she tries to catch Ethan's eye (help), or Fániel's, but the former appears to be too busy trying to wake up the latter* |
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[Nov. 26th, 2009|06:12 pm] |
*Arrives in Ossiriand, using conventional transport (because he thinks he's starting to push his luck with the bathrooms thing).*
*Makes his way to the OU campus, sending a quick text to Telu to let him know that he's up for the student talent competition.*
*Has a wander around the campus.* Now, if I were an immortal rugby coach, where would I hang out? |
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[Oct. 30th, 2009|08:19 pm] |
*Realises that keeping her mouth shut is really, really not her strong point.*
*Decides that she needs to talk to someone.*
*Has no idea who though.*
*Dials her phone with a resigned sigh.* |
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[Oct. 27th, 2009|11:07 pm] |
*After his meeting, goes back to his office to work late (as always, because it's the best way to avoid the traffic jams at rush hour and he does so hate being stuck in a traffic jam).*
*Didn't take the usual level of delight in tearing apart the opposition today, owing to certain distractions.*
*Decides that a trip to a pub is in order after he finishes up at the office.*
*Reasons that if he gets totally smashed (which he probably will), he can always work from home tomorrow. If anyone complains, well screw them. Where's the fun in being the boss if it can't be one rule for you and another for the peons?*
*Finds a familiar bar (meaning one where he can find all the exits even in a drunken stupor) and picks a relatively quiet corner to install himself.* |
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[Mar. 17th, 2009|08:28 pm] |
*Descends into Orë and slowly coalesces, getting used to the feeling of being apart from the Everlasting Halls again.*
I'd forgotten how much that tingles.
*Looks down on the world's surface with a growing amount of consternation.*
*Stares at the multitude of points of light emanating from street lights, buildings and traffic.*
It's brighter down there than it is up here. That's just not right!
*Huddles close to her poor, neglected stars and wonders how her lady stands for it.* |
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[Mar. 5th, 2009|10:18 pm] |
*Following that rather uncomfortable exchange, decides to scope out what's happening in the live music scene.*
*Heads to Ossiriand and wanders between various venues, looking for something that strikes his fancy.*
*Happens upon a studenty-looking joint and reads the sign outside.*
"Open mic night." That's always good for a laugh.
*Goes inside, gets himself a beer and takes a seat.* |
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[Oct. 26th, 2008|07:11 pm] |
| [ | Tags | | | &aule&yavanna, &este&irmo, &manwe&ulmo, &manwe&varda, &ulmo&varda, @menegroth, aule, este, irmo, manwe, sauron, telimektar, ulmo, varda, yavanna | ] |
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*thinks the nature of activity in Gondolin at the moment merits a visit to check out the "night life"*
*locks up the B&B and heads out from Delving*
*reincorporates in an alley just outside the main shopping district* |
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[Aug. 16th, 2008|05:55 pm] |
| [ | Tags | | | &beleg&turin, &namo&qualme, &telimektar&varda, @ilmarin, @menegroth:beleg's, @menegroth:turin's, beleg, namo, qualme, telimektar, turin, varda | ] |
*spends a great deal of time scouting the perimeter of Ossiriand, trying to track down the Ossiriand Ripper (is in no doubt that the Ainu he scared off is the perpetrator)* *stays most nights in Ingil's hospital room, partially corporeal, while the rest of him shines overhead*
*one morning, before the 6am drug round, leaves the room and travels, at speed, to Ilmarin*
*waits outside Varda's office, faintly perturbed that there's no sign of any staff until he remembers that it's 6am* |
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[Jul. 17th, 2008|10:55 pm] |
*has had a slightly unsettling feeling for much of the evening*
*is about to sit down to dinner with Oromë and Vána when he gets a sudden jolt and a moment of pure clarity*
*apologies profusely to his aunt and uncle before stepping outside* *looks up at the sky and stre-e-e-etches* *takes a few long strides and breaks into a run before congealing into a ball of bright light and streaking through the skies to Ossiriand* |
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[Jun. 17th, 2008|12:25 am] |
*having graded his end-of-year papers (which ranged from mediocre to apocalyptically awful), decides that the time has come to stretch his legs*
*travels, at dusk, across the continent towards Delving and reconstitutes in the forests outside the city*
*walks the rest of the way to a particular dwelling place* |
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[Mar. 30th, 2008|05:23 pm] |
*has finished a long day's work in the board-room of her newest acquisition (Taniquetil Fashions) and has arrived back Ilmarin*
*goes out onto one of the balconies to breathe in the night air* *stays motionless for a long time, starting to relax utterly, before seeing something very strange in the skies over Ossiriand*
*musters up her strength and begins to travel, at speed, in that direction*
Telimektar, honey? (*has never gotten over thinking of Telimektar as a little boy, even though it's two worlds since his birth*) Did you see that?
[edit] *unsuccessful in her bid to find out what's going on, speeds back to Ilmarin and arrives not long after first light* |
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[Mar. 17th, 2008|07:02 am] |
*stargazes from the roof of the Administration building until his favorite has all but faded from view beneath the growing glow of the day Lights*
*stands, stretches, and gathers his blanket, intending to go in to bed before the world wakes*
*happens to look down from the rooftop and sees a lone figure on the street far below and some distance away, dark hair whipping wildly in the wind*
*watches for a while as a second figure, brighter in the morning light, eventually joins the first* *listens to two distant, agitated voices rising higher and higher, though he can't make out the words*
*follows the golden shape with smiling interest as it breaks free of the dark one's grasp and begins walking in his direction* *eventually loses sight of it over the edge when it (no, he—it's a he) enters the very same building he, Ingil, is standing on* *imagine that* |
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[Jan. 7th, 2008|12:48 am] |
| [ | Tags | | | &argon&faniel, &argon&gil-galad, &argon&ingil, &faniel&gil-galad, &ingil&telimektar, @ossiriand:ou, argon, faniel, gil-galad, ingil, telimektar | ] |
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*sits in one of his favorite spots on the roof of the Administration Building, sending flashlight signals to Telimektar*
*becomes aware of the steadily-increasing noise level on the floor just below*
*hops to his feet and heads back to the roof entrance* *goes below to investigate* |
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[Dec. 10th, 2007|11:48 pm] |
{After everything, the not-quite-war and the certainly-not-Dagorath and the rather unpleasant voiding of Túrin and Melkor, Telimektar idles his way across Órë until he reaches Ossiriand --}
Home.
*drifts across the Ossiriand campus to Ingil's room* *sits on the unoccupied bed opposite Ingil's*
*listens to his breathing and wonders what it's like to sleep so (apparently) peacefully*
*rests his chin on his hands* *almost inaudibly* I did worry, you know. That it would go all end-of-the-world, fire-and-brimstone. Manwë kept it together though. I did worry. Which was silly. Because obviously, I would see you again and again. You out-lived Arda. You will out-live Órë. You may even out-live me, little star. |
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predatory
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tired
uncomfortable
complacent
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