Accidental Video | Seelie & Unseelie | sometime during a break in worm fighting

[bythewaves]

[ The locket comes alive with a voice - deep and wild as the sea, it sings a lament in a language that seems made for music. The songs starts partway, and it is obvious perhaps that the singer is not aware that he is being recorded. There is the flash of one of the Unseelie imps, before it vanishes offscreen to reveal the singer - a man, or something like one, dark haired and grey eyed, with his face turned up to the stars.

To any who listen, the words of the song will paint themselves in the mind - white ships and blood on the sand, a tall and proud people with bright banners beneath a new-born sun, fire and blood and tears unimaginable, and three brilliant jewels that rival the stars ]

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[bythewaves]

Because it is my memory, and my story - you might say, it is my past, but also my present.

[unclebob]

[That doesn't really clear much up for him, but he tries to process it through his systems. Recall: conversation with John Connor. 'Pain causes it?' 'Uh-unh, no. It's when there's nothing wrong with you but you hurt anyways.' He hadn't understood the meaning then. Now, he's closer to getting it.]

You remember it clearly, so it hurts inside.

[bythewaves]

That is a good way of putting it.

[ Maglor wonders who is on the other end - the voice is adult, but the query is almost childlike ]

Some memories scar deeply and never truly heal. Equally, some ought never be forgotten because they scar

[unclebob]

[The Terminator isn't sure what to make of scarring memories. Trauma registers in a completely different way for the machine, something to be observed and filed away, but never experienced fully. Maybe it's a human thing.]

I can never forget. Not anything.

[bythewaves]

Tis a hard thing, sometimes, to never be able to forget. [ agreement - Elves don't quite have perfect recall, but it's a very close thing to it ]

Yet, some things ought never be forgotten.

[unclebob]

Yes. The good and the bad.

[There's a quiet moment as he searches his databank for an appropriate question to ask.]

What is your name?

[Strange to experience someone's memory through song and not even know who they are.]

[bythewaves]

Maglor, I am. And yours, stranger?

[unclebob]

I don't have one. Some here have taken to calling me Terminator.

[bythewaves]

[ huh, that's odd ]

No name? That is passing strange. And 'Terminator' is hardly the name fit for one who asks such gentle questions.

[unclebob]

[Gentle? Him? Really?]

A Terminator is what I was created to be.

[Though not what he had turned out to be.]

[bythewaves]

[ well all he's got to go on is this conversation right now so... yes? ]

But is that the path you still follow?

[unclebob]

[A gentle Terminator. What an unusual thought.]

No. I have learned when not to kill.

[bythewaves]

[ the shrug is almost visible ]

Then it seems a poor name for you, now. [ /hypocrite ]

[unclebob]

Do you know of a more suitable one?

[Creativity is not his strong suit. Terminator suits him just fine, but people do seem to love their proper names for things.]

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[bythewaves]

[ the pause on this end is startled (he does not know if he should be afraid or flattered) ]

I... among my people [ Maglor says carefully ] a chosen name reflects something of what you want to be, or what you see yourself as. What words would you want, to define yourself?



(ooc: for clarity - in Tolkien's world, the first two names are given by parents, the mother-name being often prophetic. the third name is chosen, often by the individual in question on gaining a good self-awareness... or by very close family and friends. So. Yes. THIS IS HUGELY CULTURALLY SIGNIFICANT for him ahahahaha you're almost asking him to adopt you XD)

Hehehehe this is a brilliant thread!

[unclebob]

[The pause from the Terminator's end is so long one might think he's cut the connection from his locket. He's just self-aware enough to understand the question, but it's still hard to define what makes up himself. When the words finally come, they're short and to the point.]

Fighter. Machine. Loyal.

Sorry this took so long making good names is hard sob

[bythewaves]

Strong words from a great heart.

[ The answering pause is equally long on this end - Names are seldom given lightly, and Maglor thinks long and hard ]

Angahtar then, "Iron Warrior"

No problemo! It's worth it. :)

[unclebob]

Angahtar.

[He tests his new name out. His thick accent has a bit of trouble wrapping around the syllables, but he likes it.]

It's a good, strong name.

... welcome to the family? =p

[bythewaves]

I am glad you approve, my friend.

May it serve you well.

Heh. Honorary robot elf!

[unclebob]

['My friend.' He's never heard those words from another person. He could get used to hearing them.]

Thank you.

For more awesome just add robots?

[bythewaves]

I think I heard you speak earlier of being located away from the castles - have you any success in breaching the boundaries of the Station as yet?

That should be his motto.

[unclebob]

No. I become incapacitated if I try to cross.

we should request it on a nametag as a boon

[bythewaves]

Ah. I have no great skill in such things, but at the least my friend, I will see if I may seek your company once our current woes are dealt with.

haha best boon idea!

[unclebob]

[There's a tone in his voice that suggests a smile, though his face remains in its usual neutral position.]

I will look for you.

[bythewaves]

And I will look forwards to that day, Angahtar. May it not be far off.