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driftfleet2014-12-13 07:21 pm
faithfulwisdom) wrote in driftfleet2014-12-13 07:21 pm
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Who: Finrod Felagund
Broadcast: Fleet wide
Action: SS. Pathstone
When: December 13
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[Finrod’s first few days in space had been spent primarily adjusting to the facts that he was alive, that he was not in the Halls of Mandos, and that he was in space. It was rather a lot for an elf to deal with, especially directly after the trauma that was the dungeons of Angband. So, for the most part, he kept to himself on the Marvisa.
Once he was transported to the SS. Pathstone, however, he seems to have recovered enough of his senses to become set on exploring the ship to the full extent of his abilities, leaving no door unopened. At least he’s smart enough not to go around pressing mysterious buttons? Be thankful for the small things, people, because a curious, technologically ignorant, elf can cause a lot of problems- at least until he’s side-tracked by a window and a stunning view of the stars.
Don’t mind him if he stares for a while.]
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[Eventually, Finrod decides to reach out to the others here. Thanks to his communications augment this isn't nearly as impossible as it should have been. Even so, the video feed is out of focus when it turns on and it takes a few moments of shaky adjustments before the image of a handsome, blond, Elven man comes into view. Satisfied with his work, he eventually flashes a brilliant smile and sits down to address the fleet at large.]
A ship which sails among the stars. Extraordinary, is it not? If circumstances were different, I might speak of it with wonder and awe. As it is, I find my enthusiasm somewhat dampened. [Not entirely, though. There’s still some sparkle to his eyes, some boyish sense of adventure that death itself could not kill.]
My name, friends, is Lord Finrod Felagund and I would consider it a personal favor if any with knowledge of Arda, particularly with the House of Bëor or the children of Finarfin, would contact with me as soon as possible.
[He gives a little nod and another little smile as he reaches to turn off the communicator.] You have my thanks.
Broadcast: Fleet wide
Action: SS. Pathstone
When: December 13
[Action]
[Finrod’s first few days in space had been spent primarily adjusting to the facts that he was alive, that he was not in the Halls of Mandos, and that he was in space. It was rather a lot for an elf to deal with, especially directly after the trauma that was the dungeons of Angband. So, for the most part, he kept to himself on the Marvisa.
Once he was transported to the SS. Pathstone, however, he seems to have recovered enough of his senses to become set on exploring the ship to the full extent of his abilities, leaving no door unopened. At least he’s smart enough not to go around pressing mysterious buttons? Be thankful for the small things, people, because a curious, technologically ignorant, elf can cause a lot of problems- at least until he’s side-tracked by a window and a stunning view of the stars.
Don’t mind him if he stares for a while.]
[Video]
[Eventually, Finrod decides to reach out to the others here. Thanks to his communications augment this isn't nearly as impossible as it should have been. Even so, the video feed is out of focus when it turns on and it takes a few moments of shaky adjustments before the image of a handsome, blond, Elven man comes into view. Satisfied with his work, he eventually flashes a brilliant smile and sits down to address the fleet at large.]
A ship which sails among the stars. Extraordinary, is it not? If circumstances were different, I might speak of it with wonder and awe. As it is, I find my enthusiasm somewhat dampened. [Not entirely, though. There’s still some sparkle to his eyes, some boyish sense of adventure that death itself could not kill.]
My name, friends, is Lord Finrod Felagund and I would consider it a personal favor if any with knowledge of Arda, particularly with the House of Bëor or the children of Finarfin, would contact with me as soon as possible.
[He gives a little nod and another little smile as he reaches to turn off the communicator.] You have my thanks.
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Well, maybe offense is too strong a word for it, but...
Elves only live about a thousand years right? Longer than humans, but I'm not sure you can write yourself off the list of mortal beings.
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I have seen well over a thousand years already and I am hardly considered old for my kind. [And he's technically dead. But not of old age, so that's beside the point.] My father lives still, as does one of my grandfathers.
I do not know who told you such things, my friend, but you have been misinformed. We do not die unless we are slain or fade from grief. Even then, our souls are bound to the land of Arda and we will be reborn within it until the unmaking of the world itself.
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[Huh. Though he knows he hasn't been misinformed about his world. It was common knowledge how long a lifespan of an elf was, even the elves admitted to it]
...Maybe it's different rules in my homeworld than yours. Because I know that only a couple races can't die from old age, and it's definitely not the elves I know
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But it could be worse. I mean, the food and clothes are awful but it's beating the last place I was at so far. [What with there being no cataclysmic-causing war and all]
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...Well, shit.
[Since really, that's the only proper way to respond to that]
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You see why I do not precisely mourn the change in surroundings.
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But seriously- out of one mess, and into another? And here I thought I had bad luck.