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wildestlogs2022-01-25 06:56 pm
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MANY MEETINGS
MANY MEETINGS
The fortunate thing about the path to Rivendell is how easy it is to find the way there after a point. The great river Bruinen, too difficult to cross at most points, intersects the road, forcing them to scout up and down the river to find the road, which leads to the shallow ford across.
The only problem with taking the road is that it's being watched. They hear the screeching of the Nazgul, enraged that they've made it so far with with none of the Morgul blade victims succumbing to their injuries.
They come pouring down the road behind them as they make their way over, dividing into threes so that a wall of black-robed nightmares start to cross the ford.
"Come back! Come back!" they call, beckoning towards the injured. Those that are close to turning will feel the compulsion to come to them, their will challenged by the strong will if many nightmares. "To Mordor we will take you!"
But the second the last of them crosses and gets far enough up the bank, there is a great rushing sound of water and the river churns with foam. With a mighty road, the river widens to almost twice its usual width in an instant. A wave of rising water surges down the river, then another, and another, piling on top of each other. The third wave drags branches and detritus and even entire small trees.
The Nazgul scramble back to the other bank behind them, but the rising waters and widening river are too quick for them. Their feet get swept out from under them and the entire group of Nazgul get swept off down the river, black robes disappearing under the foamy waters.
Then there is one path forward - finally - to a place of rest. They take a winding path, turn around a stone wall, and see...
The Last Homely House rises up in a valley filled with many waterfalls, gleaming in the early afternoon light. An intricate set of buildings, with spiraling wood on the railings and awnings sits on the edge of a cliff, the water flowing through many channels and bridges.
The path eventually turns into a stone bridge, that leads to several large circular stone areas, large enough to allow them all to stand together. Many stairs lead up to the halls proper.
Those that are far gone, close to succumbing to the shard will now have icy blue eyes and pale skin, and the Elves and the great halls ahead of them will glow with a painful, blinding light. They'll also find those of their comrades with holy powers or holy weapons glow with a similar light, though somewhat dimmer. Only the holiest among them glow as bright or brighter than the Elves.
The Elves are beautiful in a way that seems otherworldly, moving with grace and purpose, a light almost seeming to come off them even in the eyes of those not afflicted with blade shards.
They come running down the stairs towards them. Some are armed guards, some are not. The ones that aren't armed are already in coarser silks with little white aprons tied over top. They are healers - though none have the same abilities as their Lord - and they expect bloody work to lie ahead of them.
"They have arrived, like the human said they would." Gary had run ahead, an entire marathon, to get Little Cato to the Rivendell faster. "Notify Lord Elrond and inform the healers! Gather stretchers and carry the wounded to the healing halls. Make haste! The ones injured with Morgul-blades have little time to spare!"
"Tell the kitchens to start preparing food, and tell the quartermaster some of them may need new clothes shortly. Also notify Erestor, he said he'd talk to the others to arrange for baths."
Stretchers are brought down and Elves immediately start trying to get the injured into them. They seem to have no issue carrying even the heaviest among them, and bring larger stretchers for the larger members of the squad.
But there's a bit of tension as they're being loaded into them.
The guards wind up on edge as they stare down the group.
"There's something wrong. The human said nothing about this. Some of you have a fell air about you." They place their hands on their sword hilts but don't draw their weapons yet. "We'll tend to the injured regardless of what we can see of their true nature, especially since they have little time and can render no harm in their current state, but the rest of you need to explain. What are you?"
❧ Threadjumping free-for-all post. Characters can threadjump to their heart's content, comforting the injured before they're carried off and trying to work through this spot of tension with the Elves. The mods will occasionally tag in with the Elves. Treat this like a network post where people can threadjump to their heart's content.
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[Miles simply gives a nod at that, lowering his hands when Aziraphale points out it seems not to be necessary. It is true that the elves seem at least more hospitable than the hunters and all at least. He is grateful for that much. If they would at least tend to the injured to help them, if not also let the rest stay to rest up and figure the next step. Miles did only get here more recently, so is still figuring things out for the most part, but he doesn't argue. He simply just wants for those that were hurt to be alright.]
Through you? You -- ?
[Don't even know Miles? Yet. But he supposes he can't really talk. The whole Spider-Man thing means he would be helping out strangers all the time.]
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[ But, well, assumptions and all that. Better to leave room for error. ]
Pleasure to meet you, by the way. Large-scale circumstances aside. I usually prefer a more casual setting for introductions.
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[Miles can't talk. Risking himself for everyone in the city back home in dealing with Kingpin. Prowler and the others. But still. Even in the suit, there's that slight widening of his eyes that is visible and shows at his being taken aback at least slightly, initially at the other being so protective already when they have barely just met.
Still he gives a nod, raising and offering a hand.]
Spider-Man. Or. One of them, anyway. And trust me, I'm more used to weird introductions than you might think.
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[ The benefit of the doubt doesn't work out every time. Goodness knows he's wandered into his share of issues extending it before. Part of the process, though, really. Especially with humans.
That said, Aziraphale's expression is fully one of a person who's never retained hearing of any Spider-Man and is trying not to look overly concerned or judgmental about it. On the other hand, it certainly is memorable. ]
I'm Aziraphale. [ He talks himself out of asking if the 'weird' introductions are mostly from one half being introduced as Spider-Man. And yet. ] Unconventional name, isn't it? Spider-Man? Not that I'm one to talk, I suppose, just... very interesting.
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[Even if he doesn't necessarily know every single person in the city. He'd still feel that need to protect them, keep them safe regardless. It's what Spider-Man does. Puts himself on the line for others. And always gets back up again.
....
Almost always. No, don't think about what started it all, he tells himself.]
Aziraphale. Okay. That -- ah, the Spider-Man name. I kinda sort of inherited it? I guess? From the previous Spider-Man. Same sort of powers, plus more of my own. But. I promised I'd help with something back home before he died. So. I gotta keep it. I have to do this.
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Frees up a nice slot for more overall concern for this very nice young spider man, though.
The Elves can wait. Executive decision. ]
I've found that rather a lot of things done for perceived obligation have a way of not turning out. Humans and free will, you know. Better something chosen than something forced. When it's important, especially. [ Maybe that's too broad, too vague. Maybe the greater issue of being in this world by force negates the message a bit. Maybe it's poor taste to encourage potentially going back on one's word.
He's not always been very good at advising. Personal experience in poorly balancing obligation with personal wants or needs, and all the muddled ground between, only goes so far. ]
I hope you find time to think on it between now and getting back. Prepare for it, if nothing else. Certainly can't pretend I know your circumstances.
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[He has the same abilities as Peter. And then some. It's just he is younger, newer to this. But still. Miles stands a better chance with it than most anyone else. He figures he should do something with these abilities.]
This is something I was kind of both forced into but I'm also choosing it? If that makes sense? I'm getting more control over things. More confident. Just. Obviously going to take time properly, but. I'm learning. I want to help.