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driftfleet2016-06-13 01:10 am
burnstoohot) wrote in driftfleet2016-06-13 01:10 am
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Open, Fleetwise, 001
Who: Fëanor and YOU!
Broadcast: Fleetwide
Action: HS Marsiva
When: Morning
[A hand reaches out to grasp a mechanical limb before grey eyes even blink open to stare suspiciously. Fëanor feels rested, energized even, despite the most recent long hours spent over the forge's fires working on his masterpiece.]
Who dares...?
[Awareness flickers through him and the elf pauses. He sits up from the bed, though doesn't immediately move to get off, nor release the robot's 'arm'. An impatient hand reaches up and shoves a lock of black hair that had gotten free of the loose braid back behind a pointed ear and he studies the robot a bit more closely.]
Do you have a name? Are you a thinking creature? [A pause and he absently hums, head tilting a little in thought.] I think not in the ways of Arda.
['Bot, be glad he has no tools on him.]
Broadcast: Fleetwide
Action: HS Marsiva
When: Morning
[A hand reaches out to grasp a mechanical limb before grey eyes even blink open to stare suspiciously. Fëanor feels rested, energized even, despite the most recent long hours spent over the forge's fires working on his masterpiece.]
Who dares...?
[Awareness flickers through him and the elf pauses. He sits up from the bed, though doesn't immediately move to get off, nor release the robot's 'arm'. An impatient hand reaches up and shoves a lock of black hair that had gotten free of the loose braid back behind a pointed ear and he studies the robot a bit more closely.]
Do you have a name? Are you a thinking creature? [A pause and he absently hums, head tilting a little in thought.] I think not in the ways of Arda.
['Bot, be glad he has no tools on him.]
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Robots are fascinating! They can move on their own and-
Fëanor glances down, finally letting go of the poor mechanical thing. Of all the nephews that could be here, of course he gets Finrod. He can think of less favored relatives, at least?]
Or perhaps they needed me so dear they finally acted.
[...Come on. This is Fëanor. He's special this way.]
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But I am glad to see you well, at least, and perhaps you will be able to puzzle out what has eluded me.
[Sorry, Feanor. He's not as cryptic as Galadriel, but you still might have to tell him to get to the point.]