joshua ₪ 003

[componere]

Who: Joshua
Where: Espoir Fields
Style: Either
Status: Very open blames lae forever ♥

[ It was one thing to be trapped here, another to suffer this intolerable weather, but it was a completely different matter when he had no control over anything. The bitter realization had set in a bit too late ( perhaps later than most, but that could have

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[ifeelsoepic]

[So, being in his own apartment was awesome but was starting to get boring so he decided to go for a walk bundled up in a scarf, heavy jacket, pants and of course his headphones that doubled as earmuffs.

Lo and behold, there was Josh and he did not look happy...great. The bad feeling just increased as he saw him totally demolish a scarecrow with his Jesus Beam or whatever the hell it is.]

What are you doing?

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[ He's very elated you referred to them as such. Despite hearing the footsteps and crunching of snow and yes, that voice, he continues, sending another scarecrow to its untimely demise. ]

Shush, Neku. [ A slight edge to his voice. Irritation, that's what's in that voice. ] I'm trying to concentrate.

[ -- And he's really not processing that he's talking to Neku, but more so habitually responding and TRYING ANOTHER BEAM that just hits the ground :| ]

[ifeelsoepic]

[Great, he is irritated...Wonderful.]

Right...

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[ And now he's frustrated. A huff -- and is that a slight twinge of exhaustion? -- as his arms come to fold across his chest indignantly. ]

There's some type of power protecting this place. [ And have some partially coherent rambles. ] Honestly, who would even want to protect a city like this? There's no detectable Music and the people are worthless ....

[lindale_tano]

Maglor had not received any helpful answers as to how he suddenly ended up in such a peculiar place. At least, no answers that made any amount of sense to the elf. Sense, senselessness, lack of sense...insanity.

He held his small harp tucked under one arm, a familiar position, clear by the comfort and ease with which he held it. But Maglor's keen eyes were searching for answers, and so he paid his instrument little mind.

Maglor had to pause, however, at the beams of light from the sky that suddenly incarcerated a few of those peculiar stuffed men. He tore his eyes from the sight--so much destruction, in that simple light, and he did not want to think of what both reminded him of--and searched for the source. And yet all he could see was a young, frail-looking human.

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A cough tore from his raw throat seconds after what seemed like the tenth pillar of light cascaded down from the air and thrashed against the empty field.

"This," Joshua began, under his breath to himself as a look of irritation spread over his visage, "is not what's supposed to happen."

His teeth gritted together, refusing to succumb so easily to the 'authority' and might of this world. Stubbornly, another beam shot down, this time hitting a nearby rock, and reflecting at just the right angle to cause the Composer to jerk hastily to the left to miss getting clipped.

[lindale_tano]

Maglor, having the sharp ears of the Eldar, and being close enough now, very well heard the boy's comments. So he truly was causing these odd beams of light. How very peculiar.

Maglor was quickly learning that he was no longer in Arda, and that wherever he was, it was far different from home. He weighed his options. His first thought was to simply avoid the odd boy, and continue on his way, but he could no longer remain in solitude when he had no answers as to where he was.

So he walked closer, expression unflinching at the display, even when one of the shots reflected in a rather worrisome manner.

[componere]

Regrettably, Joshua would be the last person anyone would ever want to seek answers from. A cross between horribly cryptic and just a complete jerk, getting a straight answer out of the kid was worse than pulling teeth. Especially when he was in a mood such as this.

After the incident with the beams, they temporarily stopped. He caught his breath and held his side, inhaling deeply. That had been closed. He had nearly half erased himself with a stupid stunt like that.

Still, exhaustion from using that much energy in such a short time-span was wearing him down. "So this is what it feels like to be a measly Player. Charming..." This was worse than that week in the Game. By far.