SS Hot Mess shows up to mingles 15 minutes late with Starbucks

[notzubats]

Who: The Huntress Crew and Visitors
Broadcast: Maybe!!
Action: SS Huntress!
When: From now until end of the system!

[There's been an elf invasion! And an Ellen Page invasion! Also there's a star system! Come in Huntress, it's been awhile, so it's time for a mingle! ]

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[castintoflames]

(This is an Elf. He is over seven feet tall - maybe closer to eight - with vivid copper hair, pale skin and too many scars to count. One ear is most definitely pointed, but the other has been cut almost in half. Oh and he is missing a hand.

His eyes are alight with a tentative hope as he walks the halls. The sensation of being watched, however, makes the hairs on the back of his neck stand up.)

My eyes tell me I am alone and yet my other senses say otherwise. Show yourself.

(If he had a sword, he would draw it. As it stands, he is not accustomed to using guns yet, so he must rely on his physical strength.

Which is, of course, no use against a spirit.)

[sylphystia]

If you can't see me, that isn't my problem, [comes his flat reply. He can tell this one is gearing up to fight, to defend himself. Does that mean Dezel has to calm him down? Ugh.

Whoever this guy is, he's huge and he feels... interesting, to say the least. Seraphim are deeply in tune with how pure one's emotions are, since conflict breeds malevolence, and malevolence is poison.]

Are you new or visiting?

[Please say visiting.]

[castintoflames]

(Maglor's emotions might feel much like Maedhros's. Only, for the elder brother, the pain of his life has not been dulled by time. His fëa is fiery by nature and there are deep wounds that have not healed.)

I do not need to rely on my sight. (And so he closes his eyes, turning to face this being properly.) I am new. Do you know my brother, the bard, perhaps?

[sylphystia]

[He groans inwardly. Someone like this is bound to cause trouble, and he isn't too happy about it. Then again, he's never happy about having new people on the ship. He just hates people. He thought he could only hate humans, but now this elf guy is here and Dezel thinks he might hate him too.]

No.

[At least Maedhros can hear him. He must have some kind of middling resonance, then.]

Who are you?

[castintoflames]

(He has the potential to eventually see Dezel, but his eyes must adjust to this new power. As a member of the Children favored by Eru, he is well-equipped to detect magic or power beyond this physical plane.)

I am Maedhros and there are three members of my family now on this ship. (A brother, a cousin and a grandfather.)

[sylphystia]

Why here?

[It's an honest question. Sometimes Atroma transfers people, but sometimes they can do the paperwork. Dezel was the latter. He was fleeing a demon, though, so no one can really blame him.]

[castintoflames]

My brother has resided on this ship for some time. I wished to be with him. My cousin and grandfather followed suit to keep us company.

(He is one who filled out the paperwork.)

[sylphystia]

Oh, him. The other tall one.

[It isn't negative, exactly; Dezel certainly watched him for a while because he was interesting. Hasn't said hi yet, though. Because what is socializing.]

Name's Dezel.

[castintoflames]

I am taller than him. (But when you reach the stratosphere perhaps it doesn't matter. All Fëanorians seem to tower in their own way.)

And I am Maedhros. A pleasure, Dezel.