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maskormenacelogs2015-02-04 10:22 am
cuor) wrote in maskormenacelogs2015-02-04 10:22 am
for we are living in a material world, and I'm not sure what kind of elf I am
WHO: Legolas and the Big City. And your character.
WHERE: Central Heropa, and near the residences.
WHEN: February 2nd-4th
WHAT: There would be a joke here about not being in Kansas anymore, if Legolas knew what Kansas was and had seen The Wizard of Oz.
WARNINGS: Fabulous hair, ignorance about traffic laws.
IN TOWN
Downtown, near the cinema. The man had said. Well, he was in the town, though the location of the cinema was still unknown to him. Exactly what a cinema was also eluded him, though he'd had no time to ask. The men here had no time for questions, always hurrying to some other location. The street in front of him was evidence of that- a multitude of cars sped past, carrying their occupants speedily to far locations, and isolating them from the rest of the world.
Legolas looked once more at the summons in his hand, location of the job he was to attend written neatly on the line under his name and Hair Commercial Model. More words he wished to have explained.
He lept nimbly to the roof of a nearby car, searching the road for a man who looked as though he might have time to direct him. He knew all the pathways of Mirkwood, both open and secret - it could not be impossible to find one structure in this city of men. There! Across the street walked someone who might help.
With only a moment's pause, Legolas leapt from the car, and across the roofs of the cars that moved swiftly along the road. A great commotion of horns arose, but he had learned that the offensive noise was simply the song of the cars. They were easily startled, so he paid it no heed. Moments later he stood unharmed on the far side, and the cars' song faded away.
Within moments, he stood beside the walker he had seen. "Friend! Greetings! How goes the day?"
OUTSIDE RESIDENCE #32
Evening is quickly coming on, the temperature is dropping, and someone is sitting up on the roof.
... It sounds like he's singing to himself.
WHERE: Central Heropa, and near the residences.
WHEN: February 2nd-4th
WHAT: There would be a joke here about not being in Kansas anymore, if Legolas knew what Kansas was and had seen The Wizard of Oz.
WARNINGS: Fabulous hair, ignorance about traffic laws.
IN TOWN
Downtown, near the cinema. The man had said. Well, he was in the town, though the location of the cinema was still unknown to him. Exactly what a cinema was also eluded him, though he'd had no time to ask. The men here had no time for questions, always hurrying to some other location. The street in front of him was evidence of that- a multitude of cars sped past, carrying their occupants speedily to far locations, and isolating them from the rest of the world.
Legolas looked once more at the summons in his hand, location of the job he was to attend written neatly on the line under his name and Hair Commercial Model. More words he wished to have explained.
He lept nimbly to the roof of a nearby car, searching the road for a man who looked as though he might have time to direct him. He knew all the pathways of Mirkwood, both open and secret - it could not be impossible to find one structure in this city of men. There! Across the street walked someone who might help.
With only a moment's pause, Legolas leapt from the car, and across the roofs of the cars that moved swiftly along the road. A great commotion of horns arose, but he had learned that the offensive noise was simply the song of the cars. They were easily startled, so he paid it no heed. Moments later he stood unharmed on the far side, and the cars' song faded away.
Within moments, he stood beside the walker he had seen. "Friend! Greetings! How goes the day?"
OUTSIDE RESIDENCE #32
Evening is quickly coming on, the temperature is dropping, and someone is sitting up on the roof.
... It sounds like he's singing to himself.
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A moment long enough to notice that the dragon really does not seem to be more than an image- it makes no sound on the roof, and it glows in a most unusual fashion. It spoke though.
"It may be that things are different in this world, but I have never known a dragon who did not delight in causing pain to others only because they wished it." His fingers do not stray from the string of his bow, where another arrow is already fitted. "If you are friends, then say so and already you will have my apology."
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"I wouldn't say that she's always the most compassionate being, but nor is she interested in the slightest in causing suffering. Mischief, yes, but not suffering."
The dragon flicks her tail lazily at the back of his legs, and he winces slightly. "Be nice, boy."
"But she is my friend, and she won't harm you unless you harm me, so how about we put away the edged weapons and act civilized?"
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"You appear to be a dragon of sense and caution, and you have the apologies of Legolas Thranduilion, of Mirkwood the Great." A formal bow accompanies the apology, though part of Legolas expects to feel dragon fire lick across the back of his neck the minute he is vulnerable.
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Luvander gently tries to choke down a laugh because really, 'sense and caution' is taking it a bit far, and is only true if you compare her to utterly cracked dragons, like Erdeni and Havemercy. "And I'm Luvander. We both hail from Thremedon, Volstov, although I imagine that those names mean about as much to you as Mirkwood does to me. I'm guessing that you are a new arrival?"
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"You speak truly. The sun has not yet set since my arrival. What of yourselves?"
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and hardly anyone having a last name, maybe his own common sense isn't measured in ordinary units either.He smiles pleasantly at his new acquaintance, folding himself into a sitting position and making himself comfortable on the roof, perhaps to hint to the other that it's acceptable to relax a bit. Yesfir lets out a quite real puff of smoke and shifts slightly, but stays pretty still thereafter. "It's soon been three months for us, so I guess we are rather new as well. Personally, I'm still not used to the strangeness of it all, but bastion knows I'm not the only confused bastard around. How are you settling in so far, apart from occasional threats to shoot people?" To be fair, his tone is teasing rather than accusing.
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"The sun has yet to set upon my first day here. It is... a strange land, unlike the forests I grew up in, and even less like the few towns of Men that I have seen." It was bigger, for one. "It will take me many ages before I feel I can understand Men and their choices." Why build a city that housed so much life, but felt so dead? Strange.