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[castintoflames]

Who: Maedhros & YOU
Broadcast: Fleet-Wide.
Action: Open to HS Marsiva.
When: Morning.

(Marsiva's hospitality cannot erase what Maedhros has endured. He is dressed cleanly and his hair is braided neatly and away from his face. Even his burns have been healed with minimal scarring. But there is something untamed in his eyes.

Something that burns like a hungry, desperate fire.)

...why? (His low voice resonates clearly, cutting through the air with ease. He needn't ever shout.) Surely these quarters are not located within the Halls of Mandos?

(He feels life flowing within him and it is wrong. Lifting his only fist, he hits the nearest wall, clenching his teeth.)

Do not trap my fëa. Arda is safer with me dead.

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[sonofgold]

Hey- can you hear me? You're obviously not at home any more.

[video]

[castintoflames]

...Yes? I am aware. I was not "at home" to begin with.

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[sonofgold]

[Al looks a tad peeved at that response, but he's back to being all friendly.]

Welcome to the Drift Fleet- you've been brought here by a group calling themselves Atroma.

[video]

[castintoflames]

(Sorry, Al. He has forgotten his manners after years of solitude and madness.)

What do they wish of me?

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[sonofgold]

Entertainment, or so Atroma claims. Apparently there's an audience- you can't see them or hear them- who loves to watch us go about our daily lives.

[child_of_bhaal]

[Oh, she recognizes that world name.

Hello new comer, the young woman who greets him is also of the red hair persuasion, hers being akin to that of freshly spilt blood, long, and wildly curly.]

You're quite far from Arda, I'm afraid, sir.

[castintoflames]

(His hair is more like copper, though there are darker tones - as well as hints of gold - in it. He tucks some loose strands behind a scarred ear, frowning faintly.)

How do you know of Arda?

[child_of_bhaal]

Two of my very good friends are from there. Perhaps you know them: Finrod and Maglor?

[castintoflames]

Finrod is my cousin and Maglor is my brother. Are they...well? (He cares for both, yet his worry lies more with Maglor.)

[child_of_bhaal]

Quite well! Maglor even more so with one of his brothers here. Are you the elder, or one of the younger?

[She's doing this on purpose; flooding him with good will and positivity. Because he's wearing unhappiness like a shirt. A wet shirt, that clings to him, weighs him down.]

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[faithfulwisdom]

[This is... alarming. Maglor arrived worn and weary- as if beaten and battered by time itself. Maedhros has a look about him that harkens back to Fëanor at the end- as if his eyes might ignite the rest of him and he, too, might burn until naught but ashes remain.

He leans forward, speaking calmly and quietly into the comm.]

Here, cousin, the dead do not seem to remain dead.

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[castintoflames]

(Finrod has made a keen observation. Maedhros has burned - not from within like his father - but perhaps that was only a matter of time. Perhaps he felt those flames licking at him and he decided to find a quicker end. He cannot, even now, say for sure.

The flinch Finrod's voice causes cannot be hidden. His emotions are too raw.)

How cruel. There are those who, when they die, are not missed.

[faithfulwisdom]

If you think that your brothers would not miss you- [And then, more pointedly:]- that Maglor would not, you far more foolish than I ever took you to be.

He will be glad to see you, you know. [Finrod still doesn't know all that happened, but he knows that. He's certain of it.] I am as well.

[castintoflames]

(His gaze is flat.) He has reason - more than most - to be angry with me. I abandoned him.

(There is no reasoning given. Maedhros will not defend himself.)

I will not say I am sorry to see you, cousin.

[faithfulwisdom]

I know it is a choice you would not have made lightly. [No judgement. Not yet, at least- not until he knows more.]

I have been missed, then, I take it? [Yes, he knows, if that wasn't plain enough already. You don't have to dance around it.]

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[bythewaves]

Maglor's been busy soundproofing his room, so he doesn't notice when he bumps his communicator. But he knows the voice that he hears, and the tune he was humming modulates, down into a low lament to the ghosts he thinks he hears.

"O brother, my brother, where have you gone?/Your flame burnt out to ashes/So bright you were, so warm/We pressed close and warmed ourselves in your fire/But when turn you are all gone/The fire is ashes and the world cold/But I still hear your voice in the embers"

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[castintoflames]

Kano? (He almost doesn't believe his eyes and ears. Yet that voice is unmistakable. It resonates in his heart and his soul. The brother I left behind.) Kano, look at me. I am whole. Tell me you are too.

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[bythewaves]

"No." He says sadly, hands falling still. "You are always gone when I look. Can I not pretend you are here a little while longer?"

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[castintoflames]

I have fallen into the flames and I have burned. I have left my brother behind. I cannot for a moment say I deserve your notice, but give it to me nonetheless.

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[bythewaves]

He flinches with a low cry at the force of a command he cannot (will not) refuse, obeying instantly with knowing heartbreak in his eyes when he does not immediately see Maedhros there with him.

"And now you are not here, you see? Every tim..."

He pauses, and blinks at the communicator. His next words ripple with painful hope.

"Nelyo...?"

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[universal_charm]

I think by now you've been informed of where you are - the Fleet, on the Marsiva. But if you have any further questions, I can help you with those. I know it's a lot to take in all at once.

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[castintoflames]

I hail from a world where no one has even imagined traveling amongst the stars. We admire them from afar and worship them along with their creator, the Lady Varda.

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[universal_charm]

_{[ He has things he could say about the whole creation bit, but to each their own. ]}

Well, welcome to outer space. Don't open any doors.

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[castintoflames]

(To each their own. The Elves are stubborn about their Valar.)

It had not occurred to me. (A faint note of amusement.) I am Maitimo or Maedhros if you prefer.

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[universal_charm]

_{[ He has science, something he can prove, so the elves were welcome to the Valar. ]}

No, that's actually a serious warning. Don't open any doors or disengage air locks. There's no air outside, so - well, it doesn't end well.

James Tiberius Kirk, but you can just call me Kirk, or Jim. Nice to meet you, Maedhros.