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returnjourneylogs2022-02-14 08:17 pm
bornofthedarkness) wrote in returnjourneylogs2022-02-14 08:17 pm
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Passengers: Malekith; Alice; Waver
Location: Various, probably mostly observatory, library, medbay, and loading bay
Date: Throughout Feb, each thread TL has specific info
Summary:
1. Malekith tries to talk someone into exploring the medbay
2. Continuing on a discussion with Waver where they avoid talking about themselves to one another
Warnings: None yet, will be updated as needed.
Location: Various, probably mostly observatory, library, medbay, and loading bay
Date: Throughout Feb, each thread TL has specific info
Summary:
1. Malekith tries to talk someone into exploring the medbay
2. Continuing on a discussion with Waver where they avoid talking about themselves to one another
Warnings: None yet, will be updated as needed.
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( Allow him to consider, actually let him rise first and round the chair and consider the vastness around them. It might be beautiful to some but to him? It looked like death. It was death, it was their death. He tilts his head over a shoulder toward the other man. ) Sacrifice. It means sacrifice.
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Unfortunately, yes, I do. I had agreed to holding it, after all. I suppose that's where sacrifice comes in on my part.
[He drags his gaze back to his inmate, head tilted as he considers his next question.]
Was it worth it for you? The sacrifices, the status it gained for you.
[It's asked in earnest. No hint of judgement in his voice.]
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Fingers curled and released-- a simple idle motion. Pondering as his eyes turned back to this vastness. It spreads thin, and while all that was now is all there could be it was the thinning that caused larger problems. Dark matter slowly became less and less dense as the universe continued to expand there was no stopping that. Not in any other way. This universe needed to die. )
Sacrifice was not what obtained my status ( He'll explain, just a little. Turning back, sliding over to the chair, a gloved hand running over the back of it. ) To do the things no one else will; make the choices no one can. It is a heavy weight, isn't it? But worth it. ( A beat. ) Do you bear the weight gladly, young Lord?
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I'd return it to its rightful owners right now, if I could. But that's not an option. I bare it, I will continue to do so. But not gladly. Just... dutifully.
[It doesn't help that the rightful owner really isn't interested in mage politics and the drudgery it brings, as well. Waver may be saddled with the name El-Melloi for much longer than he bargained for. The very thought made him frown, lines creasing his face that appear far too prominently in someone so young. It's something he has a lot of practice in.]
It sounds like our positions are quite different. I don't get to make the choices, to carry any weight. The other Lords know my situation, and my title carries much less impact simply by the fact that I'm the one holding it.
[Waver smiles to himself, shaking his head. The idea of comparing his life to that of someone like Malekith feeling pretty ridiculous when he thought about it. He wanted to relate to him, but how possibly could he?]
Maybe that's why I'm here. I got to make the choice this time. It's been a long time since I've been able to do that.
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And what moved this man, he wondered, to accept such a burden he clearly wished none? Malekith thought to ask whether the other man had no ambition to improve his situation, but the words following answered a little. A few more moments of thought. )
Then, perhaps, your time is now. Give reason for them to acknowledge you upon return.
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[Like using this job to buy himself out of the absurd amount of debt that was holding him to the title, for instance.
Waver taps a finger absently on the side of his chin, elbow leaned on his chair's arm. No doubt Malekith was an imposing figure, but he had expected more resistance. Not just conversationally, but perhaps physically. While Malekith seemed more interested in being the interview than interviewee, he figured this could be going a lot worse.
His well-crafted demeanor of a even-tempered academic isn't totally fictitious, but it is a heavily practiced one.]
Our time is now, though, yes. Why are you here, Malekith? Do you know? Was it by choice?
[The idea that some inmates were brought here against their wills was almost a deal breaker for him. But he was here, now, willing to help whoever needed it. Waver would always be the first to tell you that he doesn't like to get wrapped up in other people's personal lives, but here he was. Maybe it was just academic curiosity.]
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And there was a benefit to walking that line between too much resistance and giving just enough to get something in return. He was certain that dossier held item upon item that all left behind a destructive and bloody trail. These things? He had no reason to hide or deny them. For many who know the legends of him, of them, it might come as a surprise that Malekith wasn't necessarily an inherently violent creature.
He did what he had to do. They were met with violence so they responded in kind. Long ago, though, was a different tale altogether. Finally, he'll seat himself once more. )
A good question. ( He'll echo it: ) Why am I here?
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I asked you first. I don't want to hear what the Admiralty thinks. I want to know what you think.
[Waver might be working here now, but that didn't mean he thought the Admiralty was 100% trustworthy. He still wanted to do a good job, and do well by the inmates. People taken here without a chance to plead their cases didn't sit right with him, so he wanted to hear things from their perspective. Cater to their needs before the wants of the Admiralty. And now he waits, expectant, hopeful.]