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thecapitol2015-01-03 09:51 pm
smirkwood) wrote in thecapitol2015-01-03 09:51 pm
[OPEN]
Who| Thranduil & OPEN
What| Of Elvenkings and elevators
Where| Training Center; Central Commons
When| January 3rd
Warnings/Notes| None at the moment.
After the initial outrage had died down some, Thranduil took to investigating the area in a quiet and casual manner. Supposedly, this is where he was to reside. Unfortunately, though he was given directions to his more private living space, he had yet to understand how to use the small room with the many buttons and moving doors... rather than admit to anyone that he was at a loss, The king takes to inspecting the room and its contents.
Though the furnishings seemed comfortable enough in appearance, they were also... very strange. He inspects a curtain with mild interest, running his fingers lightly over the fabric to feel the smoothness of it. It was not of Elven make, but well crafted none the less. The brightness of the color, though, rubbed him the wrong way, so he moves from it and finds a tall backed chair to sit in. He crosses one leg over the other at the knee and hangs his arms casually over the armrests.
Here there was a clear line of sight to the small room with the numbers, so he might be able to discern it's use if he observed the people going in and out of it long enough.
What| Of Elvenkings and elevators
Where| Training Center; Central Commons
When| January 3rd
Warnings/Notes| None at the moment.
After the initial outrage had died down some, Thranduil took to investigating the area in a quiet and casual manner. Supposedly, this is where he was to reside. Unfortunately, though he was given directions to his more private living space, he had yet to understand how to use the small room with the many buttons and moving doors... rather than admit to anyone that he was at a loss, The king takes to inspecting the room and its contents.
Though the furnishings seemed comfortable enough in appearance, they were also... very strange. He inspects a curtain with mild interest, running his fingers lightly over the fabric to feel the smoothness of it. It was not of Elven make, but well crafted none the less. The brightness of the color, though, rubbed him the wrong way, so he moves from it and finds a tall backed chair to sit in. He crosses one leg over the other at the knee and hangs his arms casually over the armrests.
Here there was a clear line of sight to the small room with the numbers, so he might be able to discern it's use if he observed the people going in and out of it long enough.
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The idea of the dead being returned to life was a disturbing one, but Thranduil supposed he wouldn't know what was going on without witnessing it for himself.
"You have no memory at all of dying? I cannot imagine it would be an easy thing to forget."
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"I am not so sure. There are always darker powers ever seeking new ways to have dominion over others. I may have to see for myself, in time."
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"Nor do I sense any enchantments, but our perception may be dulled."
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"All magic appears to have been cut off. I have a - colleague, here, from my world. He's a powerful mage, and yet, here - it's as though he never had magic to begin with."
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It's an absurd word to use, frankly, and has very little meaning except as a joke.
I'd like to wrap up if that's okay, but idk how.
"I call them what they are, troublesome as they might be."
okay how about this?
"Regardless, I suggest you have a care for what you say - the authorities here seem to have an almost preternatural sense for sniffing out dissenters. Good luck."
Thank you <3333