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+1 tiny invisible child

Who: Mikleo, OTA
Broadcast: Fleetwide
Action: Huntress, Iskaulit
When: Now-ish!

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[The communicator comes on with a shaking motion, revealing a captain-sized bedroom decorated with various nerdery; those who've been there will recognize it as Mikleo's. That fact is fully cemented when the camera zeros in on Sorey, asleep on the bed with the sheets half-kicked. The communicator is juggled around, then back again, zooming in and out as if being played with by someone who doesn't know what they're doing. It's quiet for a long moment until at last a voice speaks up- young, maybe six or seven, sounding incredulous and very confused.]

How long... did I sleep...

[Sorey stirs then, and the voice yelps quietly and rolls off the bed, communicator turning off in the process.]

( action; huntress )

[There's a little boy wandering cautiously through the halls, poking into rooms if the door is unlocked, gawking at just about everything he sees. He'll be initially shy around strangers, especially any non-seraph and extra especially around humans, but he's a curious sort, so expect to be grilled for information once you prove to be harmless.]

( action; iskaulit )

[At some point he'll make his way over to the other ship, courtesy of one of his shipmates, and that's when the exploring really begins. He'll get into everything he possibly can in this place- every open and available room, every nook and cranny, even the accessible vents, here and there. He's in the library (oh, the library), the garden, the interfaith center, his water room. He's clearly not afraid to poke around unknown places, either.

Just like on the Huntress, the presence of others will make him wary, and humans (or those who carry some malevolence) will get double-caution out of him, but curiosity won't kill this cat. That's the idea, anyway.

Sorey's probably nearby, being the hovery-protective sort that he is, but that's mostly so any malevolence doesn't cause a problem. Mikleo's no longer protected through the sub lord pact, after all.

He may also be accompanied by a baby pengyon, toddling along behind him. Just because.]

((ooc: so yeah mikleo's de-aged for a while, thanks to an augment glitch! he's invisible on camera and his permissions for seeing him in person are here! by now he should be visible to his whole crew. ))

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[ Maglor frowns worriedly at that ]

From the Iskaulit - oh dear. Is it very bad?

Mm... not bad bad, just...

[Mikleo leans back and plops down in the dirt, gazing up at the treetop.]

It's just okay. It's like...

[He tilts his head to one side to look at Maglor properly. He's never seen anybody with ears like that before, but he doesn't feel like a seraph.]

You eat, right? Food?

[ Maglor smiles a little at that ]

I do, and quite enjoy it, too! Is that what you are suggesting - that it's okay food, but not good tasting?

Uh-huh, like having bread and plain water every day. You can live on that, but you'd grow better if you had prickleboar sandwiches and fruit juice.

I don't think I've ever had prickleboar sandwiches, so I will have to take your word for it.

[ He says lightly then sighs a little worriedly at the tree ]

But I really must see if I can do something about the water, then. I don't know... I suppose I could use some sort of filtration method...

Mm... you could try that... or you could find a water seraph to purify it. That's how the trees grow so big in Elysia.

[At least, he's seen the others work at the spring in the village. How else would a little pond like that drop water endlessly off the cliff and never run out of water?]

[ The only one on the fleet is you, Maglor thinks, and decides not to point that out, as he has no wish to frighten Mikleo by knowing things about him when he doesn't remember him ]

Mm, I will speak to Sokka, he's very good at inventing things, and in the meantime I will see if I can sing the impurities out... I wish Finrod were here! He was always better at the fine details than I. But I suppose I will try it and see.

Who's Finrod?

[...wait]

And who're you?

One of my cousins. And I am Maglor, at your service.

[ He tips his head in a polite bow ]

And yourself, young one?

Mikleo.

[He's only half-paying attention, his gaze fixed on the tree, brows furrowed in irritation. If he were a little bigger, and could control his artes better...]

Why do you look so, Mikleo?

[ Maglor cocks his head curiously, seeing the frown on his face ]

...Well... I'm a water seraph.

[And if this guy can see him, that means he has resonance. Gramps says that Sorey has resonance because he's a pure soul. That means he's safe, right? Right. So it's okay to tell him.]

But I don't think I'm strong enough yet... I can't help your tree.

[He just really wants to.]

Ah...

[ Maglor nods ]

That's alright. Well, maybe you could help me with a filter, then? I can try and sing the impurities out, and you can tell me what they are - it's easier if I know what I'm calling to!

Sing... the impurities out?

[What the heck does that mean.]

Are you a Shepherd?

No. [ He smiles ]

Only a bard! But I can see if I know enough of the songs of water to separate out the parts that should be there from the parts that are not - tis not my strength, in truth! I do not even know if it could be done, but... I deem it worth a try.

I've never heard of that before... I don't know how to help, but if you think it might work, we can try it.

[Music to purify sounds pretty cool, actually. Even if it doesn't work it'd make for a good story to tell Sorey.]

I don't know if it would work, mind!

[ Maglor warns ]

In my own world, I'm fairly sure I could pull this off, but this is not Middle-earth but space, and I don't know how well things would work, here. But there - let me fill a bucket, and we can give it a try.

Mm, okay.

[Mikleo climbs back to his feet, with the obvious intent to follow him. If he was older, he could fill it himself, but alas.]

[ Maglor doesn't go far - this being a garden they have a tap nearby, and plenty of buckets and watering cans. He fills a bucket and then brings it back over, setting it down near the tree ]

Alright - let's see if this will work, eh? Can you tell what the impurities are?

[Mikleo nods, kneeling down next to the bucket and peering into the contents. After a moment's consideration he rolls up his sleeves and dips his hands into the water, reaching around as one might search for a physical object. His brows are furrowed as he concentrates, a soft, flickering glow appearing around his hands, and finally he pulls back, cupping a wobbly sphere of water in his palms.]

I got as much as I could... I think.

Well done.

[ Maglor's eyes are defocused, for he was listening to Mikleo work ]

Let's see if we can replicate this now, eh?

[ He brings his own hands to cup Mikleo's, singing softly, calling to the materials he guesses are there, the songs that Mikleo followed to scoop up what he did, the bits of metal and rust, the iron and the strange tang of chemicals he doesn't know but can hear. It is command and coaxing both, and he dips his hand into the water to act as a loadstone.

He can't do it long, sinking back in tiredness after a while, hand coated in ... well, mostly rust ]

There, that is all I can manage, I think.

[Mikleo watches, eyes wide, fascinated as the pollutants transfer over through song. He's never seen anything like it, certainly not by someone who isn't even a seraph. So cool... yeah, he definitely has to tell Sorey later.

He checks the water and sure enough, it's clean, so he releases it back into the bucket and grabs Maglor's hand to stare at what they'd pulled out.]

Whoa... how did you do that? What's a bard?

[ Maglor is pale and sweating, but he smiles at Mikleo ]

I called to them - I was listening to what you were looking for, and I tried to call them out. I wasn't sure that would work, in honesty.

And well, a bard is many things, but we are musicians, recorders of history, those who remember and retell the tales of joy and victory, sorrow and defeat, so that those around us can relieve them. We are poets and composers, and singers. But where I am from, Music is the foundation of the world, and so as musicians, we can affect it, also, so we are Artists, of the highest order, I suppose you could say. Other people might call it Magic.

Oh... we don't have anything like that at home. I think. ...You should sit down, though! You look sick. I can water the tree, if you need a rest!

[Mikleo gives Maglor's hand a little tug to urge him down properly. He may not be able to heal or purify properly, but he can at least move his own element. Or tip over a bucket.]

Just tired. [ He laughs a little breathlessly but does sit ]

This world's songs are hard to coax, and I'd never tried that before. Thank you Mikleo, I'm sure the tree would love it if you watered it. I rather think she likes you, anyway - you're the first person to realise that she needed cleaner water!

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