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entrancelogs2014-02-24 12:22 pm
favourthebow) wrote in entrancelogs2014-02-24 12:22 pm
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Might need a little help here
Who: Kíli and John Egbert
Where: Somewhere in the gardens
When: Now
Rating: PG, I think?
Summary: A valiant attempt to teach a Dwarf how to use a communication device.
The Story:
The place was maddening, to say the least, and Kíli had only been here a few days. Nothing extraordinary had happened either, though that might be more of a curse than a blessing, leaving the Dwarf on edge and at a loss of what to do in a place where he could only walk so far. And right now he could not venture as far as he would like to either, because though his wound was closed, his leg still protested whenever he stood on it for too long, and he ended up spending most of his days at the mansion or nearby.
He desperately wanted to leave, wanted to go back home-- well, not home exactly, but back to the Company. Back to his family and to his brother's side, from whom he had never been apart for this long, and that was taking its toll on him much harder than he thought it ever would.
It did not help that everything was so foreign here, with lights that worked by magic - or technology, as some seemed to call it, but to him that just sounded like a different kind of magic. The device he had found in his pocket later on proved to be quite an enigma in itself. For a while Kíli was reticent to even touch it, but when he did there was only a flicker of light for a moment, but it seemed harmless otherwise. He sat outside now, the device on the ground not too far from him, as he crouched near and poked at the buttons, watching the little light appear and disappear within seconds.
What a pointless thing it was, and how bored he must be that he had nothing better to do.
Where: Somewhere in the gardens
When: Now
Rating: PG, I think?
Summary: A valiant attempt to teach a Dwarf how to use a communication device.
The Story:
The place was maddening, to say the least, and Kíli had only been here a few days. Nothing extraordinary had happened either, though that might be more of a curse than a blessing, leaving the Dwarf on edge and at a loss of what to do in a place where he could only walk so far. And right now he could not venture as far as he would like to either, because though his wound was closed, his leg still protested whenever he stood on it for too long, and he ended up spending most of his days at the mansion or nearby.
He desperately wanted to leave, wanted to go back home-- well, not home exactly, but back to the Company. Back to his family and to his brother's side, from whom he had never been apart for this long, and that was taking its toll on him much harder than he thought it ever would.
It did not help that everything was so foreign here, with lights that worked by magic - or technology, as some seemed to call it, but to him that just sounded like a different kind of magic. The device he had found in his pocket later on proved to be quite an enigma in itself. For a while Kíli was reticent to even touch it, but when he did there was only a flicker of light for a moment, but it seemed harmless otherwise. He sat outside now, the device on the ground not too far from him, as he crouched near and poked at the buttons, watching the little light appear and disappear within seconds.
What a pointless thing it was, and how bored he must be that he had nothing better to do.
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Man, he wishes Aang or somebody were here. Figuring this shit out on his own is tiresome. How many windy hammers can one create? (Basically just the one in different sizes, really.)
So when he sees the short guy poking at a comm device, it's a welcome distraction. Better this than floating around listlessly. He settles onto the ground quietly behind the guy and clears his throat.
"Need some help, bro?"
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"No, I..." He frowns curiously at the boy, intrigued by the last word he spoke, but ever since he arrived he's heard many strange words from all kinds of people, so for now he does not pay it much mind. He gestures at the device on the ground next to him. "I just wonder what is the purpose of this light box."
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He gives the guy a once-over, trying to determine what sort of place he might be from. He looks pretty old-fashioned, so.
"Letters. Or rather, it can be like letters, but as soon as I write something on my 'light box' it can show up on yours or anyone else's too." He starts to write a private message to demonstrate this, saying, "It's helpful for events and stuff because you can use it to call for help, or let people know what sort of stuff you can do."
Message finished, he hits send and points to the other guy's comm, which registers a new message in some way that is vague and undetermined by outside forces but the point is now John can poke a button or touch a screen and suddenly the words "YO HI HELLO SUP BRO?" flash at them.
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He startles, predictably, when, after John points at his own device resting on the floor, it buzzes and makes a little noise. It is the first time it has done that, clearly, and for a moment Kíli actually thinks that perhaps the human had done it by just pointing at it.
Kíli leans over in any case, seeing the words on the screen but only really understanding one of them. He tries to remember what the boy had explained first, and to make some sense of it considering what he is used to. "So, it is as if written messages reach you right away?" He stares at the device, still awestruck. "It seems like such powerful magic. Isn't it... dangerous?"
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As John takes a deep breath in before he speaks, he is fairly certain his dad would be very proud of him right now.
"Well, they run on ghostly power. Y'know, ectoplasm. So you gotta be extra nice to it, or the ghosts inside it might hijack it and send messages pretending to be you. But they're not bad ghosts, just lonely. They only get to hear what people say on the network, so they like it when we send out messages, but they like it better when we tell them stories and stuff. Some people just carry their comms around the mansion and tell them all about life back home. The ghosts don't talk back, usually, but you can just sorta tell they're happier after having listened to the stories. Especially if they're in some way embarrassing. I guess they might be slightly poltergeist-esque in that way."
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His voice comes with a gasp, and a slightly higher pitch thrown in, and he does not bother to hide it as he shifts on the grass, away from the device. He does not think himself easily scared, but ghosts are another thing entirely, spirits of another world trapped in this one, and most often that meant they were not safe, and most definitely not friendly.
"What a foul place this is! To have ghosts controlling such things? And people just use them regardless?" He looks absolutely appalled with this new information, his eyes fixed on the device as if he expects a green spectral shade to rise up from it at any moment. Not that he has ever seen a ghost himself, but he does know what they look like. "No wonder this place is mad! Ghosts and magic running things, how could it not go badly sometimes?"
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"Well, yeah! That's why you gotta tell them stories and stuff! They do the magic better when they're happy. It's kind of like...uh. I guess you probably don't know who Santa is." John hesitates, feeling that he might piss the guy off if he compared this to praying. "It's like...kids. Like little kids. Sometimes it's just easier to give them their way, so they don't throw tantrums! Except in this case 'tantrums' are 'events' and 'kids' are 'dead things'. So."
He's going to the bad place in hell. The one for those who tease innocent bearded fellows with no frame of reference.
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"Happy? How are ghosts happy? They are evil and dangerous, and I suspect all the more so, should they ever feel happy!" He looks outright scared right now, though he quickly swallows down the fear and tries to calm his voice. "Who is Santa? Another ghost? And why do people even keep these around if they are so dangerous? Why not just... toss it away?"
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"I think ghosts maybe is the wrong word. How about spirits? Like, friendly magic things that are maybe or maybe not related to the souls of the dead?" Uh. "Like...like there's forest spirits, right? Have you heard of those?"
As he looks the guy over, trying to determine if that's the sort of thing this guy would be familiar with, something clicks. The height. The beard. Oh. "Wait, are you-- n-not human?" Dwarf might be a slur, he had better be careful.
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Not that they're all particularly good either, besides Kíli isn't at all familiar with any of them. At the question he looks at the boy flatly, but after a second or two he remembers - most people here never heard of his kind. Most here don't even seem to know of any kind besides that of Men, strange as that sounds to him.
"No, I am a Dwarf of Middle-Earth," he lowers his head slightly. "My name is Kíli."
he's not gonna fourthwall him but let me know if this bothers you anyway
John realizes he's been sort of just staring and grinning vaguely so he stops. "Hahaha, uh, I think I've heard of it! But it's definitely not where I'm from. I'm John, from Regular-Earth. And I'm...human. With some added bonuses."
And now, feeling extra bad for the guy, he swipes up his comm. "Aaand one of those bonuses is I can totally befriend spirits, so. Let me just." He mumbles nonsense at the comm as if he's doing some amazing feat of ghost whispering but it's mostly just pspspspspspspsps and then he leans back, grinning as broadly as ever.
"There! Now they won't give you any trouble. But they'd still appreciate stories. And so would I, honestly, hehe."
not at all! :)
Yes, that is going to be a thing from now on.
He watches with some fascination and no small amount of apprehension as John seems to cast some sort of enchantment on the device. He believes, of course, that it is indeed a protecting spell of some kind, and although he is far from trusting it, he feels at least a little safer that someone is attempting to protect him from the magical powers held within.
"Very well," He supposes he won't miss a lot by sharing a few stories. It would be a nice way to remember home too, in any case. "But how would you know of such stories if I tell them to the spirits only?"
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"Oh! I forgot to show you how to use it, didn't I?" John starts to go over the various settings-- voice, text, and video. He doesn't try to think too hard about the fact that what he sees the text as almost has to be different from what Kili sees, since that's sort of brain-breaky and he doesn't feel like getting into it.
"So yeah, you can use one of those and talk to people in Wonderland. People post stuff all the time. It's good for when events happen. Oh, and you can use this," John demonstrates "to make your messages private. Then only the person you want to see it can see it, nobody else can."
John sits back, passing the device back over to Kili. "Does that make sense? Should I go over it all again?"
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Still, Kíli is nothing if not proud, and rather than say that he only got about half of the explanation, if that much even, he simply nods assertively, while taking the device back from the boy with some hesitance. "Yes, I think I understand it."
He would simply have to figure it out by himself. It would, certainly, make for some hilarious or embarrassing moments. Perhaps even a bit of both.
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"Let me know if you have trouble. Or if you're worried about the spirits again. I can always double up on spells or whatever."
Hopefully 'spells' will be explanation enough if Kili catches him flying around and doing windy things. He's not trying to give the guy a heart attack, after all.
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"I will let you know should anything strange happen with the spirits. Thank you, for your help. And if you should ever need mine for anything, let me know."
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He bites his tongue just enough to keep from singing Heigh Ho at the poor guy.
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"Very well, of course." He has absolutely no idea what mines are, but he will not ask for now. It sounds like something he could probably handle, right? Definitely, yes.