two immortals walk into a bar

[eonflamewing]

Come, all ye immortals... You walk into a bar. Maybe you were given a ticket by a fellow passing immortal, or had the prescience to obtain one yourself - whichever it is, the well-polished key will take you to an establishment that operates outside the confinements of spacetime. A bar exclusively for immortals, whether you were born this way or attained it as a mortal being. Gods, demons, vampires - no matter what you are, you are welcome here. It serves a myraid of drinks and snacks catered to the tastes of every world, so it's easy to find something palatable (even including human souls, if that's your preferred food). A corridor leads down the lounge to a variety of other rooms. Opening a door would transform it into a pool room, a singing room, or perhaps a quiet place for meditation. The establishment responds to the will of its patrons - as long as you behave, you will be allowed to stay here for as long as you like. Come in and take a seat. Maybe there's someone looking for you. [ this meme is for nonhuman characters who have lifespans longer than humans. OU, AU, OC, whichever goes! ]

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[namod]

You can. There is a place waiting for you, if you have the courage to accept it. It does not require passing through my Halls.

Your exile is self-inflicted at this point, Child.

[bythewaves]

But...

[ Maglor says confusedly ]

I...can't!

[namod]

[A deep sense of compassion enters the Vala's eyes and being.]

Am I not Vala? The one who delivered the Doom unto you? If I say you may come Home, there is no further reason to say you cannot. It would not be an easy path, no more than the one you have walked since your hasty departure, but it is open to you.

[bythewaves]

[ he shrinks in his seat, wringing his hands ]

But...how can I...my victims! The curse...I'm not safe...

[namod]

[He sighs softly and reaches for the elf's hands.]

I have elves in my Halls who refuse to leave while knowing you are not there waiting for their Rebirth. They cannot heal without you, Makalaure. Come home.

Speak with your victims, if they allow you to. Ask their forgiveness. Prove you are worthy of it. You cannot do that here, so far from them.

The only curse still in effect is the one you demand of yourself.

[bythewaves]

[ he freezes, staring at him with wide eyes ]

Why...who would anyone wait for me?

[namod]

[Namo holds the hands gentle, his own hands warm just for this purpose. No chill of death here.]

Because you are worthy of waiting for. Your family loves and misses you dearly.

Please come home so I may get them out of my Halls?

[bythewaves]

My... family?

[ for the first time, he actually looks at Namo ]

My... they're not... in the Dark?

[namod]

[His gaze grows somewhat stern, though his grasp remains gentle.]

My Halls are not Dark, Child. I may have the reputation of enjoying shadows and darkness, all that is associated with death, but there is far more than that. I will not show you, for I do not want you in my Halls. They have seen too many of your family already. [HUFF]

Nelyafinwe is particularly vocal about not budging without knowing you are waiting for his Rebirth. Daily demands for updates on your person.

[bythewaves]

But... I thought... we swore... the Everlasting Dark...

[ Maglor stammers and then stills ]

Nelyo is? [ Such a tiny spark of hope ]

[accordance]

[ He closes the book and sets it on the table in front of him, having recorded the page number in his mind. ]

A book written by people from Earth. 'tis satire and comedy in some ways.

[ Implicitly giving permission for her to examine it while he heads to the bar and gets some of the fruit tea. The deity rises from his seat in a smooth motion, his hair falling neatly into place from where he had thrown it over the back of his chair. It's... mechanical, almost.

He'll be back precisely a minute later with a new pot and leave it to brew. ]

[namod]

You did. I have since forgiven you. Eru has forgiven you.

[Affection shines in his gaze and the smile is hopefully less frightening this time.]

He has much to say, and I have not the right to tell you for him. Only that he wishes dearly to see you himself.

[paintedsky]

[It's something that Zoe realises, though, and she has to resist the urge to laugh - though her smirk does widen just a bit. Though she laughs anyway at his response, grinning brightly as she reclines back in her seat, her words said completely cheerily and without any shame.]

You were so handsome that I simply couldn't tear my eyes away! [This is not the right answer, she's just being an ass.

But she keeps grinning at Ain, content to be more of a troll than actually serious.] Do I dare hope you were staring at me for the same reason?

[eldain]

[ Yeah, he can tell that she's being an ass. What does she take him for, a human? Though there's also the contradictory desire to preen himself a little, because he's an emissary of his Goddess and he should be handsome enough to be worthy of it. ]

Oh, no. I was merely looking at the light you cast. [ Angelic aura and all. ]</small. Whom do you serve?

[hoasen]

[SCREAMS. Except she's not screaming, but she sure is coming up to scoop him up from the floor.]

A-are you okay?!

[hoasen]

[SCREAMS. She's actually screaming because she points immediately--]

WATCH OUT. THAT COCONUT IS OUT TO KILL.

[isaz]

[ While the bartender whips up something to Stone's taste, there's someone else coming up behind him. Perhaps Stone recognizes him, perhaps he doesn't - but he peers over the old man's shoulder either way. ]

You're eating that?

[ Despite what his words imply, there's significantly less judgement in his voice; merely curious. ]

[eldain]

[ There's a terrifying second or two while Ain turns around and stares at the impending doom about to hit his face, then he demanifests into a ball of light just as the coconut passes the space where he had once occupied.

It rolls away from point of impact and towards the water. Ain in spirit form shoots away at high speed from the fruit, ending up several stories up in the air before he turns around and pops back into existence a polite distance away from Vietnam. ]

That fruit was highly offensive. [ To his everything. ] I must thank you for the warning.

[paintedsky]

[If anything, his response gets her to laugh even more - it's certainly a refreshing reaction! So her smile stays in place, shifting so that she can rest her chin against laced fingers, elbows now placed on the table.]

Hmm, so serious. But I was doing the same. [Though her smile falters, just slightly, when he asks who she serves. She would rather not think about that - but that's what acting flippant about it is for.]

God, just a God. Or The God, for some people. [A wave of her hand, before it shifts back under her chin.] What about you? I'm sure your answer is much more interesting.

[bythewaves]

Eru has...?

[ Tiny tiny flame, sparking ever brighter ]

But I thought... you said... forever.

[ Softly ]

Nelyo's... alright. He's safe. Oh...

[muscovy]

[He spins around and breaks into a big smile at the voice, and then a blink of an eye later a tiny nation goes flying at his adopted father.

Expect a very tight hug, Maglor.]

I do! And a mother!

[eldain]

[ She's very... human-like, down to the elbow-on-tables manner. He's not quite sure how to feel about it, an angel having human mannerisms. However, to call her out on it would mean being hypocritical of himself.

So, with an expression of loyalty bordering on smugness: ]

I am an emissary of the Goddess Ishmael. She gave life to the barren land of Elrios.

[bythewaves]

Oof! [ Maglor laughs as he catches the little nation, pulling him just as close ]

Hello Muscovy. You've done very well for yourself, I see!

[namod]

I did. But even I have the right to change my mind. And Father loves all his Children. He has seen what you have been doing with yourself all these years.

[Namo gives skilled fingers a gentle squeeze.]

He will be much better once he has you with him, safe. Some healing can only be done in special circumstances.

[bythewaves]

[ His face falls ]

But all I've done has turned out wrong.

[ He looks away ]

People I love always go away. It's better if I'm not there.