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Maglor Makalaure Canafinwe Feanorion ([personal profile] bythewaves) wrote2013-03-27 03:47 pm
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iC: Inbox [Asgard]

My apologies for my absence
The wind may wander as it wills, and so betimes do I
If you wish, you may leave me a message

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[day 392]

[personal profile] abhero 2014-01-20 07:29 pm (UTC)(link)
[Two days after the return from Alfheim, Maglor will find this in his inbox.

And he can bet his foot Hamel expects to be paid. YOU HAD THE NERVE TO DIE AFTER HE HELPED YOU, YOU OWE HIM MAN.]
abhero: illbillyou @ lj (blank)

:D

[personal profile] abhero 2014-01-21 06:34 am (UTC)(link)
[Wow, so official! A short while after Hamel recieves the letter, Maglor will be approaches by a walking storage chest. How if found him is unknown, but it's magical, so there. The lid snaps open, there's a sound like a cat trying to cough out a hairball and finally the chest spits out a hard copy of a new bill, and a note:]

Accepted. Here's the new bill and I even cut off three giants because us heroes are generous.

Hamel

P.S: Scratch the chest's lid. It likes it


[The chest is, indeed, waiting expectantly for some pettings.]
Edited 2014-01-21 06:34 (UTC)
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I edit and there are still typos sob

[personal profile] abhero 2014-01-21 10:02 am (UTC)(link)
[The chest leans into the touch. When he thanks it, it creaks happily and the lid cracks open to reveal… a tongue. Just a weird side effect of the runic magic that gave it life.

After leaving storage chest slobber all over Maglor’s hand, it turns away and marches back to Baldr.]

( OOC: handwave? tag his open log? )
Edited (whoops saw you put up a log!) 2014-01-21 10:07 (UTC)
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[personal profile] asgardsbeauty 2014-02-08 04:21 pm (UTC)(link)
[In honor of the Earth holiday centering on love, Freya sends out a little gift around this time.

A small box containing a piece of chocolate will appear on your pillow during the day. When consumed, the chocolate’s magic will lift your mood for a short period of time. It’s accompanied by a note.]


Where love might bring about sorrow, it also welcomes joy.
asgardstricks: (somethin that i must have done)

backdated to Day 400

[personal profile] asgardstricks 2014-02-10 08:14 pm (UTC)(link)
[ In honour of the god centering on love being a giant frilly prissypants, Loki sends his own little gift just a few hours after hers.

His box of chocolate will look, smell, and taste exactly like Freya's did, appearing right next to where Freya's was or is if you haven't picked it up yet. The only difference between the two is that Loki's won't lift your mood; it'll give you loud and embarrassing flatulence for the next three hours.

It's also accompanied by a note. ]


Where joy might bring about yearning, it also welcomes wonder.
palebee: i'll die for this stupid fucking meme (oh bro no no no no ok just no)

Action, backdated like hell if that's okay??

[personal profile] palebee 2014-03-06 09:37 am (UTC)(link)
[ He arrives at the bar a bit late, a small stack of books and papers tucked neat under an arm in tow.

Since Alfheim, there have been more elves in Asgard's streets, and with a distant pang of self-directed irritation, Albus realizes that spotting the man may be more difficult than he'd first thought. Pointed ears and fair features might stand out like a sore thumb, but that was of markedly less use in a room full of aching hands.

Smoothing the sleeves of his long, blue robes, Albus presses an easy smile into place, peering with bland curiosity to the corners of the room.
]
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action

[personal profile] dragonsqueak 2014-04-05 04:53 pm (UTC)(link)
[While Merlin's exploring this new place, wondrous and colourful and large in a way that his village has never been, he comes across a clear voice raised in song. The music draws him into the park, where he comes across Maglor.

Though he intends to creep closer silently, to observe without disturbing the bard, he missteps and a twig snaps beneath his shoes. Merlin winces, looking up to see if he's drawn attention to himself.]
digophelia: (I'd like to see what lies beyond)

[personal profile] digophelia 2014-04-07 02:36 am (UTC)(link)
[After that mess, Alice is so angry, so upset that she knows she has to at least find something to do to keep herself occupied. It feels oddly familiar asking about fires and the like, but she can't help it. She's upset and he at least knows of what happened, even a little.]

Mister Maglor...?
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[personal profile] digophelia 2014-04-07 02:52 am (UTC)(link)
[Does she do that bad of a job at it? Hiding herself? She tries to and apparently fails. There is a sense of urgency to Alice, who doesn't quite run up, but a quick walk of the sort up to him.

Something is wrong and Alice's hands are little too bruised and bloody. Guess who's been taking her fists against the walls?]


... Do you know anything else about that fire?
digophelia: (Crush the scepters of the kings & come)

[personal profile] digophelia 2014-04-07 04:08 am (UTC)(link)
[The last thing she wants is for him to see her have another meltdown or any shred of instability. Alice does reluctantly trudges over, immediately clasping her hands behind her back.Alice feels like a reprimanded child right now. She won't deny it, but she won't outright said what she did in anger. She remembers tidbits, just flashes.

Water? She remembers something wet enveloping, nothing else. Alice, of course, still keeps an irrational distance. Maglor may be on her good side, but it takes a while for her to warm up to others.]


There is talk of them accusing my friend starting the fire. But he wouldn't.

[And somehow, she spills out the next.]

And... they're accusing Neville of starting it, but he was in it, too. But I recall nothing, nothing at all. Just fragments and images. It's not right to accuse others of starting fires, especially when they're in it.

[It hits a little too close to home.]
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[personal profile] digophelia 2014-04-07 04:54 am (UTC)(link)
[She doe seem to have a funny pace of approaching him each time. It's a bit of stop and go each time, once he gets her comfortable enough, Alice extends her bruised and bloodied hands.

She had been blinded with such rage that the pain didn't matter, she honestly wanted something to hit. Even with her composure, Alice can't help but tremble.

Again, there's a memory there, she's not sure why that bothers her.]


Well-

[She would like to say that she knows what it's like and it's not fair, but she nods. Snape had carried him out? Well, he may be an ass, but he can't be that bad.]

It's just completely unfounded accusing someone of that horrific act. It's tiring to see these things.
digophelia: (Crush the scepters of the kings & come)

[personal profile] digophelia 2014-04-07 05:51 am (UTC)(link)
This is... this is nothing. I've had much worse.

[If he's made her feel like more like a child now because of his fatherly mannerisms and height, it has seemed to grown even more now. Alice doesn't directly look at him, not yet. She flexes her hands and drops them back to her side. She doesn't see it that simple, there's more to it.]

I am worried for them. When there are no answers, oftentimes, people will scoop up innocent bystanders and do more than accuse. It's a scorn that they'll wear, especially Pyro. He couldn't have done it.

[No matter how mad he was. Alice is getting a headache again, as she tries to push it out of her mind.]

It was inside, wasn't it? I heard voices.
dragonsqueak: (I wonder what Camelot is like...)

[personal profile] dragonsqueak 2014-04-07 04:24 pm (UTC)(link)
Good...meeting. [Merlin draws himself upright sheepishly.]

I didn't mean to interrupt you.
digophelia: (I fear for a while - my head)

[personal profile] digophelia 2014-04-07 07:56 pm (UTC)(link)
[There goes any hope that Alice could remember anything to help find out who did it. She hates to think about it, it gives her a headache each time.

And Alice will stubbornly insist that she will be fine despite her hands aching. The point is she can still grip.]


They will not find anyone at this rate.

[She gives an awkward shuffle, trying to push it out of her mind and go back to clasping her hands behind her back. All Alice can do is shake her head in gentle refusal. Being fret over like this is something she's not used to.

The same pace repeats itself, Alice shrinks away, gazing back up at him, finally. Tall men always make her nervous.]


What rotten luck.
Edited 2014-04-07 19:57 (UTC)

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