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]

Not all. The twins you raised, Elrond and Elros, they grew strong and bright with your guidance. They only went away because you sent them.

[He frowns and tugs on Maglor's hands.]

Do not turn this chance aside. Your family is not better with you missing, they are incomplete. They cannot have the chance to fully heal without you with them.

[bythewaves]

They grew strong and bright because I sent them away. [ Maglor objects, blinking at the tug, too uncertain and afraid to pull away ]

But... they'll... only leave again

[namod]

They were strong and bright before you sent them away. [He gently but firmly corrects.]

Why would people who have been hounding my doorstep for centuries leave you again should you deign to grace them with your company?

[paintedsky]

[Zoe is very proud of her human-like mannerisms!!

Though her thoughts are less on that, and more on her new victim companion, almost feeling envious of how loyal he is to his Goddess. Things would've been so much easier if she felt the same way about her God.]

I've never heard of either, but your Goddess sounds powerful. [She is being genuine now, smile fading as she regards him with a curious look. Most other angels back home would never talk to her beyond missions, so time to barrage Ain with questions.]

But you're an emissary? What's your mission?

[bythewaves]

Hounding... ?

[ He blinks, eternally confused ]

You mean you... want them to leave?

[ ISNT DAD SUPPOSED TO BE IN THERE FOR ETERNITY OR SOMETHIGN ]

[namod]

Yes. Hounding. Being utterly obnoxious and noisy. Pining, even.

Maglor, Child...No Child of Our Father is meant to stay in my Halls forever. I want them to be empty, not full of the children of Feanaro, and Feanaro himself.

[bythewaves]

Sorry, they're always noisy. [ It's said reflexively, the older brother eternally apologising for his younger ]

Even... father?

[namod]

Nelyafinwe is the loudest. [S e r e n e]

Yes. Even your father.

[eldain]

[ It's a good thing they decided to bother each other, what with how willing Ain is to go on a long exposition about his aligned deity. ]

It is my duty to restore the El energy that has weakened in the mortal world. [ His expression now shifts to one of suitable disapproval, though still mild to maintain his impression of being well-mannered. ] The humans received this gift from the Goddess, yet they misuse it and caused it to decline. It's such a shame, really.

[ The Goddess loves humans, yet he can't understand why. They're so dumb sometimes. ]

[bythewaves]

Nelyo....? But Nelyo's.... [ Nelyo's the good one, the loyal and devoted son. Maglor looks incredibly dubious ]

I... really can go home?

[namod]

Your Nelyo loves you, little Kano. Won't you come home to him?

You have my word that you may come home. You may travel by land or ship, the way is open to you.

[bythewaves]

I... [ Tiny tiny spark of hope, burning so very bright ]

If... yes. I want... to come home...

[namod]

[Namo's smile is bright and warm, pride and joy shining clearly as he stands, releasing Maglor's hands only to offer one once more.]

How shall we get you home? There is one more option, that does not involve my Halls and takes no passing of time.

[bythewaves]

[ shyly, Maglor accepts that hand ]

One more...?

[namod]

[He tugs on that hand so very gently, coaxing Maglor closer until he can embrace him, to tuck him protectively close.]

I will let no harm come to you along the way, whichever your choice. If you chose option three, I will bend time and space and deliver us to the gardens of Lorien.

[bythewaves]

[ Maglor allows himself to be tugged close, but his confusion at the affection is clear ]

I... how does that work?

[namod]

How else do my brothers and sisters get around?

We helped create this world. The Music can be used more than even you have discovered and mastered.

[bythewaves]

I'm just a bard... and you're Valar.

[ But he's curious now, that much is clear ]

[namod]

[Very very slight smirk.]

Indeed. I can bring you with me, in this instance. If you choose to allow it.

[bythewaves]

I.. wouldn't mind? [ He says shyly, curiously ]

[namod]

[...Vaire has been a baaad influence if he has to resist petting Maglor on the head in approval.

Instead he smiles down at the elf and nods before wrapping his cloak around them and willing them to a currently unoccupied part of his brother's gardens. He lets his cloak drop again and loosens his hold, though is there if Maglor needs support.]

Welcome home, Child.

[bythewaves]

[ Vaire objects, she's clearly been a GREAT influence.

Maglor almost flinches when the cloak comes around them, but there's no real transition, only a shift in the notes that tell him here isn't where it was before.

It's been so long, since he's heard this song. He brings a hand to his mouth to stifle the sob, but he can't stop the tears as he looks around at a place he never thought he'd see again ]

Maw | original

[devoursall]

[Maw has to persuade the door to accommodate her dimensions.

But she is here! Tremble, high society, for your queen has arrived, and her name is Mother Jawbone, or Maw for short! Scales are the new black, and fifteen feet long and sausage-shaped is the silhouette of the hour.

Subtle? Brooding? Lurking moodily in a corner? BAH. All shame is forgotten in death, and Death knows no shame. Or volume control.]

Barkeep! Bring me your finest aged corpse!

[muscovy]

You should meet them! Mum is a lot like Maedhros, you would like her, and big bro is fun and barely ever silly. [Considering that this is coming from him, that could mean a lot of things.]

[foundafamily]

[If he were back home, Firo might wonder that a gathering of immortals could be a trap. He still worries a little, but... Well, he can handle himself. And, besides, he's bored.

As Muscovy may have guessed, Firo is indeed looking for a card game or something to keep his interest.

And then, from down the hallway, he hears that very familiar voice.]

Hey, Muscovy! What're you doing here?