video | r u freakin kiddin me

[takehisplace]

Who: Luke fon Fabre
Broadcast: Yes
Action: The Marsiva
When: The late morning

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[Luke is already up and running around when the feed snaps on. He's got bright red hair and a long white coat, opened to show a red gem at his collarbone.]

Hey! Is anyone here? Can anyone hear me? I'm-- uh, I think I'm trapped! Hello?

[Wait, there's a red light and some kind of screen! He rushes over, not really recognizing this kind of technology but he'll take it. The stuff in the ranches was a lot like this, just less polished.]

There has to be a way... Maybe I can pull up a map? What would Jade do... Wait, I know! [He smashes a LOT OF BUTTONS. And turns the feed off in the process.

Oops.]

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[takehisplace]

[He sucks in a breath and looks... determined.]

... Then I'll have to trust them. There's nothing I can do right now, and worrying about my brother won't help him.

[bythewaves]

[ A small sad smile ]

That is all any of us can do. My sympathies for your brother - I think no one can help but worry for your family.

[takehisplace]

[At least he's not questioning the ears.]

Asch hates it when people worry about him. He always pushes himself so hard, though. He's-- he has a weak heart, but that never stopped him from chasing after me. Even with medicine, they said he wouldn't live to see twenty.

[He takes a deep breath, steadies himself.]

Anyway, sorry about freaking out on you. I'm Luke.

[bythewaves]

[ Maglor wouldn't be offended if he did! ]

He sounds much like some of my brothers too, personality-wise. I am sorry that he is unwell, but that sort of will to live... well. I would not be surprised if he surprised everyone.

[ He shakes his head and tips his head in a small bow ]

No, do not apologise. There is no shame in fearing for your family. Well met, Luke. Maglor, at your service.

[takehisplace]

I never looked at it that way. Asch would love to prove the doctors wrong, I know that much for sure. [Asch would also like to sacrifice himself so that Luke can live a peaceful life, but that's not happening.]

It's nice to meet you, Maglor. [A pause, and he tilts his head.] I thought elves hated humans. You must not be from my world at all...

[bythewaves]

The will to live, I find, is an interesting one that can tip the balance in unexpected ways.

[ Maglor blinks back at him curiously ]

Hate? Why would I? Tis true that Men have betrayed us, but they have also been staunch allies, and on occasion, good friends. [ Also, one of his foster sons became human, so Maglor has a vested interest ]

We do not always see eye to eye, but that is little reason to condemn a whole race. [ Orcs, on the other hand ... ] But I am finding few folk here from my world, so perhaps not. If so, I grieve that things have become so bad in yours.

[takehisplace]

[He might understand that a little further on in his canon, but not now.]

I don't know why elves hate humans. I've always been told their worlds are totally different... Even their children, half-elves, can't live in peace. They have nowhere to go.

[It's a plight he's never considered, personally, before a few weeks ago. He didn't have any half-elf friends growing up. Imagine his surprise when he found out his companion was one.]

People are always scared of what they don't understand.

[bythewaves]

That much is true.

[ Maglor laughs a little softly - sad and wistful, and perhaps fond, the memory of two half-elven children running into his arms dancing briefly in his eyes ]

The greatest heroes I knew came from the line of the Peredhil, the half-elven. So your world is very different to mine, it seems. They were strange, yes, caught between two worlds. But they had as much place as any - more, I think, considering their deeds. I hope your world finds reconciliation.

[takehisplace]

I hope so, too. A lot of people hate half-elves because of what the Desians do, but... nothing's really black and white, you know? Especially people.

[He tilts his head.]

Sounds like my world could learn a little from yours.

[bythewaves]

Very few things are, I find. [ Maglor shrugs a little wryly ]

I have never heard of the Desians, which is another piece of evidence that we are far separate! In time, at least, if not also space.

[ A soft huff ] We are hardly perfect! I am sure mine could learn from yours as well.