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ataraxion2013-09-15 09:36 am
tofindthesun) wrote in ataraxion2013-09-15 09:36 am
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voice. another time, another town, another everything
[here's a face that doesn't show itself very often. or, well. a voice, anyway. a bit tired, like most everyone is lately. (or maybe just tipsy.) and yet somehow airy and melancholic at the same time.]
..It is more than a year since I was first brought here. At that time I was not in my home world-- I had already been taken to another place. A dying city without death, where it was only ever night. Though I was only there a short time, I have seen a man die and return a week later, impaired but alive. [more quietly:] ..My last memory of the place is of having seen my friends dead, among many others, and myself leaving before I could be sure of their safety.
[and also killing someone. but that's a bag of cats he isn't touching this time. or ever.]
I was told in the City that I had been there before, yet I have no recollection of it. There are people here that I knew in the City, from my world and not, though those here do not remember being anywhere else.
What I mean to say, is.. to ask if this is a common occurrence. If there are others besides myself who have been to other places. I have wondered what powers could take us from worlds we have already been stolen to, how such a thing happens, what it might be that decides where we go next, if we are to go at all. And-- to apologize, I guess, to those I should have told this to, if it is a thing worth apologizing for.
[a hushed breath, and a moment of silence. when he speaks again, it's a little brighter, and lighter.]
There are drinks in the second floor of the gardens. Wine and honey mead, and tea. Neither will aid much in sleeping [he tried. a lot.] but may help calm the nerves, if nothing else.
[for those wishing to talk face-to-face, there is a table set up near the lift with a pot of tea, cups, a barrel of mead, and a flask of wine. legolas himself, however, seems to prefer lying on the ground looking up at the trees instead of sitting on chairs like a normal person.
(he is definitely just tipsy.)]
..It is more than a year since I was first brought here. At that time I was not in my home world-- I had already been taken to another place. A dying city without death, where it was only ever night. Though I was only there a short time, I have seen a man die and return a week later, impaired but alive. [more quietly:] ..My last memory of the place is of having seen my friends dead, among many others, and myself leaving before I could be sure of their safety.
[and also killing someone. but that's a bag of cats he isn't touching this time. or ever.]
I was told in the City that I had been there before, yet I have no recollection of it. There are people here that I knew in the City, from my world and not, though those here do not remember being anywhere else.
What I mean to say, is.. to ask if this is a common occurrence. If there are others besides myself who have been to other places. I have wondered what powers could take us from worlds we have already been stolen to, how such a thing happens, what it might be that decides where we go next, if we are to go at all. And-- to apologize, I guess, to those I should have told this to, if it is a thing worth apologizing for.
[a hushed breath, and a moment of silence. when he speaks again, it's a little brighter, and lighter.]
There are drinks in the second floor of the gardens. Wine and honey mead, and tea. Neither will aid much in sleeping [he tried. a lot.] but may help calm the nerves, if nothing else.
[for those wishing to talk face-to-face, there is a table set up near the lift with a pot of tea, cups, a barrel of mead, and a flask of wine. legolas himself, however, seems to prefer lying on the ground looking up at the trees instead of sitting on chairs like a normal person.
(he is definitely just tipsy.)]
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Sounds like an awesome vacation. [ That's sarcasm, Legolas; don't take her seriously. ] How long were you stuck there?
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It is hard to tell for sure when the Moon rises once a day and once a night. Sixty days, perhaps. Not much, and yet too long.
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Nor a sun. But the lights in the garden imitate the cycles well enough. For sleeping, anyway. Perhaps this vessel may land somewhere, one day, where we will have a sun and a moon to see.
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Or perhaps the ship might leave after we have disembarked. [morbidly musing. he can have hope and still not be surprised by things that might happen.]
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