Maedhros Nelyafinwë Maitimo Fëanorian ✧ Russandol (
castintoflames) wrote in
driftfleet2017-02-10 10:53 pm
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Who: Maedhros & Open
Broadcast: Fleetwide
Action: Yes! On Ring World Siourew.
When: The tenth.
(It is uncommon for Maedhros to be surrounded by...anyone, truly. He has an air about him that affords him space without him saying a word. Perhaps his scars are off-putting or his height or perhaps word has spread that he - along with certain members of his family - are skilled, cold killers when threatened.
Regardless, the tall Elf is finding himself in an uncomfortable situation. Many of those vying for his attention are Co’kal and he is wary of offending them even in his confusion.)
Forgive me, but I cannot - (There is excitement that follows his gentle rejection and he tenses, barely avoiding a hand touching his hair.) I do not like to be touched.
(Which isn't entirely true. His family can touch him freely and he feels no anxiety. However strangers are a different story.
A smaller, somewhat daintier Co'kal makes a sound of sympathy and he smiles nervously.)
I am honored to be given your affections. (Maedhros meets the gazes of all around him, paling when he feels tensions heightening.) But I am not worthy of them. I must tell you now that we would not be compatible as mates.
Broadcast: Fleetwide
Action: Yes! On Ring World Siourew.
When: The tenth.
(It is uncommon for Maedhros to be surrounded by...anyone, truly. He has an air about him that affords him space without him saying a word. Perhaps his scars are off-putting or his height or perhaps word has spread that he - along with certain members of his family - are skilled, cold killers when threatened.
Regardless, the tall Elf is finding himself in an uncomfortable situation. Many of those vying for his attention are Co’kal and he is wary of offending them even in his confusion.)
Forgive me, but I cannot - (There is excitement that follows his gentle rejection and he tenses, barely avoiding a hand touching his hair.) I do not like to be touched.
(Which isn't entirely true. His family can touch him freely and he feels no anxiety. However strangers are a different story.
A smaller, somewhat daintier Co'kal makes a sound of sympathy and he smiles nervously.)
I am honored to be given your affections. (Maedhros meets the gazes of all around him, paling when he feels tensions heightening.) But I am not worthy of them. I must tell you now that we would not be compatible as mates.

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You came to my rescue, brother. I shall do anything you ask.
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Fortunately for you, brother mine, I want nothing strenuous! But they have forges here, Nelyo!
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...do they? (His mood is instantly lifted.) We could make proper weapons and armor! Will you aid me? Or am I to aid you this time?
(A small smile tugs at his lips.)
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Aye, they do. Mines, too. And that was my thought also - and you were always the better in the forge than I.
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But there is much we could do! Much we should do. Where would you like to begin?
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You will have all the help I can give. And I think we should work on weapons before armor.
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I agree. Light, sturdy armor will serve best, I think. Heavier pieces will only impede us.
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Mm, and grandfather and Fingon have only borrowed weapons. It will be good to give them something better.
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(Which keeps their family safer. He approves of that.)
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[ Maglor blinks at him ]
They seem very complicated...
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The mechanisms are not as complex as they seem. A small explosion is what propels the bullet forward. The gun's chamber shields the wielder from the fire and heat.
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[ Maglor smiles fondly at him ]
Will our normal metals be good enough?
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[ Maglor hums softly ]
Father's steel recipe?
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(Maedhros blinks and smiles.)
That would be even better. (He rolls up the sleeves of his tunic, tightening his prosthetic by pulling on a thin strap with his teeth.)
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Here Nelyo, you'll damage your teeth, let me...
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My teeth are strong! At least they should be with the diet Finno is feeding me.
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I still do not know where he gets all the ingredients - it isn't as if every stop has the right things!
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That is his secret! Do not ruin it, brother.
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[ Maglor pokes him and laughs softly ]
But I'm curious, Nelyo! I want to know how he does it!
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(He opens and closes his prosthetic fingers experimentally, smirking.)
Magic.
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[ Maglor swats him ]
Nelyo!
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(Maedhros holds his arms up, laughing.)
Yes?
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[ Maglor affects a whine, but his eyes are fond, and he leans against his brother, enjoying the fact that Maedhros is in a good enough place to allow this, even after the recent scare ]
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He nudges his brother into the Forge while he draws his hair back into a ponytail. Then he seeks to do the same for Maglor, worried about such long hair near open flame.)
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