[ Maglor blinks at the blank communicator and then shrugs, and shortly thereafter he will come wandering over to Four Seasons Manner. He's dressed up a little, but not too much, meaning his clothes are neat and nice but he hasn't bothered to do anything with his hair beyond braid it up out of the way. ]
Hail, friend! [ He waves as he comes within view ]
[Has he been waiting long? That's unclear. He does almost seem like a fixture of the front with how still he is. But he does nod and waits until his...friend has come closer before leading him towards his rooms.]
Are you grown comfortable here? The folk who own this are kindly, so I am sure they have been welcoming, but it can be hard, to adapt unexpected to a new place.
It is more comfortable than the dwellings offered to us. I have found it suitable.
[Waving the door open rather than touching it, he moves inside and waves for the other to seat himself at the table which has seats facing outward to look at the courtyard of his residence.]
There are those here with skills in that area, if you wanted assistance.
[ Maglor accepts the cup with a smile ]
That is fascinating to me, for in my world tis Lord Namo, the Doomsman of the Valar, whose province is death. But mortals... well. Humans, I suppose. They belong only to Eru, the One Above All, if they belong to any, and wherever their souls go it isn't Arda. And they certainly don't return!
I know nothing of Arda. What I know is that when one dies they come to my realm. There I see to it that they are reincarnated into a new life. It is the purpose of the Luo Feng Pavilion.
Could you ask for help then? Or even train those who work for you? It seems indeed that you are likely doing the job of several people by yourself! A little unfair, in truth.
Why not? Folk can learn, after all - it may not be suited, but why would it matter if they tried?
[ of course, Maglor is a rebel against his own heavens, and he would absolutely go left if the Valar told him to go right, even now, unless there was a very good explanation why ]
All of us would be punished by the Heavens for it. That is why it would matter.
[The Heavens are strict about their obedience. One does not go against them. Which brings a frown to his face as he thinks of something before shaking his head. No. It's nothing.]
My friend, you've already told me you've no time for anything but your work - is that not inefficient? When we held the Siege in the early days of the war, not even Maedhros, with his need to control everything, tried to do it all himself, but indeed he delegated work to those he trusted! That way, we could cover more ground, and indeed, do more, for all worked where they might best use their skills, and had time enough for rest and joy. Without those... well. We might have held, I suppose. But it was certainly easier! It's simply a better division of time and skill.
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This is Xue Qianxun. I am contacting you to request a meeting over tea.
[He doesn't mean to make that sound so formal. He honestly thought he made it casual by not including his title.
...look. He's trying.]
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I would be honored to accept.
[ He can see that he's trying, so he'll match him ]
Where and when?
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[He's confident he can host tea. He's pleased with his place of residence, after all.]
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Ah! I know the place. The hosts are kindly folk. I would be honored to come.
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should we action here?
yep!
Xue Qianxun is very bad at peopling.
But, he does as he said and he does wait at the entrance to walk Maglor to his rooms when the other arrives.
ACTION IT IS <3
Hail, friend! [ He waves as he comes within view ]
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My rooms are located in this direction.
[Practical as always.]
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Are you grown comfortable here? The folk who own this are kindly, so I am sure they have been welcoming, but it can be hard, to adapt unexpected to a new place.
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[Waving the door open rather than touching it, he moves inside and waves for the other to seat himself at the table which has seats facing outward to look at the courtyard of his residence.]
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[ He tips his head with interest at the gesture to open the door, and moves to sit in the other seat ]
Is the garden yours as well?
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[Pouring the tea, he offers the cup to his guest before filling his own and taking up his cup.]
My work has always involved the rebirth of mortal souls.
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[ Maglor accepts the cup with a smile ]
That is fascinating to me, for in my world tis Lord Namo, the Doomsman of the Valar, whose province is death. But mortals... well. Humans, I suppose. They belong only to Eru, the One Above All, if they belong to any, and wherever their souls go it isn't Arda. And they certainly don't return!
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It certainly sounds a busy job. But indeed, not even Lord Namo keeps his Halls alone - are there none to take some of the load?
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[He's not sure why only he can do it but that is what he was assigned so that is what he will do.]
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Why not? Folk can learn, after all - it may not be suited, but why would it matter if they tried?
[ of course, Maglor is a rebel against his own heavens, and he would absolutely go left if the Valar told him to go right, even now, unless there was a very good explanation why ]
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[The Heavens are strict about their obedience. One does not go against them. Which brings a frown to his face as he thinks of something before shaking his head. No. It's nothing.]
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Why would the Heavens care how you do your job so long as it gets done? It seems terribly inefficient...
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Why is it inefficient? I have never been behind on my work and souls are moved every day.
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