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10/09/2007 08:50:00
[info]arakano
*is reading in her dorm room when she happens to look up and notice just about everyone on the floor congregating in the lounge across the hall*

*gets up and steps out to see what revolutionary television programming they've thought up next*

*can't actually believe what she's seeing at first* *...*

*sprints back to her room after shaking off the shock* *immediately tries calling Fingon, then Gil-galad, but finds the lines too badly jammed* *scribbles a largely-illegible note for Fániel and haphazardly throws things in a bag*

*races to the airport and hands over a sizable chunk of her savings for a ticket to someplace as near Hithlum as planes are flying* *takes the train to close the remaining distance and then just hikes it from there*

Current Mood: scared
Tags: fingolfin, argon

 
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From: [info] Date: 10/10/2007 10:04:52  

*has abandoned his march for the moment in favor of kicking back in the ruined courtyard of Fingon's main building with some hangers-on and a keg*

*and ducking for cover anytime he hears explosions*

*could really use somebody a little more persuasive to actually get everyone off their arses, because right now he's only got four people interested in going with him* *and it's comfy here on his arse*
From: [info]arakano Date: 10/10/2007 10:13:25  

*runs from building to building and room to room in search of Fingon, heedless of any potential dangers posed by crumbling architecture*

*hears you long before she actually spots you*

Dad? DAD! *♥!* *trots over* What's happening? *with obvious impatience with herself, remembering she's likely to be a shock to you* It's me, Arakáno. When did you get here? Where's Káno?
From: [info] Date: 10/10/2007 10:19:00  

*refills his plastic cup and takes a swig*

*nodding sagely* I know, Cleatus. Folks throw away perfectly good food all the time. Can't say I've ever dived—dove? diven?—myself, being the king and all. It's pretty good for keeping a man in pork rinds. On the whole, I'd recommend it.
From: [info]arakano Date: 10/10/2007 10:23:21  

*blinks* Dad.

*walks right up to you and waves a hand in front of your face* Dad.
From: [info] Date: 10/10/2007 10:29:26  

*is intent on lighting the fresh cigarette drooping from his lips*

*frowns when nothing further seems to be forthcoming from his [cowboy boot-shaped] lighter* Aw, testicles. *chuckling* I could maybe light the cursed thing on the post office over there?

*stands, intending to do that very thing*
From: [info]arakano Date: 10/10/2007 10:32:38  

Dad? *glances around* *judges from the way your companions are staring at her legs that she doesn't actually exist on some alternate plane*

*takes a deep breath* ÑOLOFINWË!
From: [info] Date: 10/10/2007 10:35:01  

*blinks down at you* *but not very far down, 'cause hey, tall girl standing right there, what?*

*without recognition* You don't have to holler, honey. What's the sitchyation?
From: [info]arakano Date: 10/10/2007 10:41:14  

*exhales* *chooses to ignore your idiocy for the time being* I said, have you seen Findekáno? Is he hurt? Are we at war? I got here as quickly as I could before Káno could make me promise not to come and hey, I'm your daughter, remember?
From: [info] Date: 10/10/2007 10:47:38  

*headscratch* Haven't seen the kid in a bit. I figure he's jawing with Elwë or something...figure out why Sindar are dropping bombs on our heads, you know? *shrugs* Been awhile since I ran my own army.

your daughter

*looking vaguely perturbed* Dunno where my little girl is, either. She's back and forth to Delving with this Maia bloke of hers, I hear, so could be she's tucked in there. *cracks his knuckles* And by Eru, if he's got her in the family way, they'rea get married and that's that.

*sits back down* Have you got a light?
From: [info]arakano Date: 10/10/2007 10:54:28  

*almost stomps her foot in frustration at the utter lack of useful information* No, DAD, I don't have a light. *sighs* You shouldn't smoke those things, anyway.

could be she's tucked in there

*dismally* But Menegroth's been attacked, too, haven't you heard?

*figures that at least Írissë's outwardly tough as nails and her "Maia bloke" probably has a trick or two up his sleeve for keeping her safe if she found herself in danger* *never mind that he's supposedly a complete scatterbrain* *or that her sister doesn't even deserve so much as a complete scatterbrain for a boyfriend*
From: [info] Date: 10/10/2007 11:09:12  

But Menegroth's been attacked, too, haven't you heard?

*processes this in his own sort of prioritized? order* Nah. They preempt my stories for "news" or whatever and I just shut that excrement off. Who watches that stuff?

*actually listening to you* What?! My baby girl's under fire and nobody felt like telling me about it?! *reaches for his shotgun and checks that it's loaded*
From: [info]arakano Date: 10/10/2007 11:17:08  

my stories

*experiences a moment of near-hysterical amusement when she imagines you and her mother bonding over soap operas and she's got a favorite, too, would it be so hard to bond with her over the Friday cliffhanger and wow, that's pretty pathetic, huh?*

my baby girl's under fire

*blandly* I'd say it's fairly likely, considering she usually lives in Hísilómë and spends a fair amount of time with her boyfriend in the other place getting bombed. Hey, she might be two doors down if you feel like, you know, checking it out. Which I think I'll keep doing, if you'll excuse me. (Káno, where is Káno??)
From: [info] Date: 10/10/2007 11:22:05  

*mostly keeps muttering oaths under his breath (i.e. at a normalish volume) as he gets to his feet again, inspecting his gun*

*distractedly* Good for you...what'd you say your name was, honey?
From: [info]arakano Date: 10/10/2007 11:23:53  

*...*

Arakáno. My name is Arakáno.
From: [info] Date: 10/10/2007 11:26:00  

*gives a start at that*

Huh. That's my name, too. Small world, eh? *grins and pinches your cheek* Not a very good name for a pretty little thing like you, though.
From: [info]arakano Date: 10/10/2007 11:31:46  

*sincerely* You know, sir, they make these cool little things nowadays that you stick in your ear—you can hardly even see them—and they help you hear better and you wouldn't have to shout so much never mind.

*stalks off to continue her search for her brother*
From: [info] Date: 10/10/2007 11:35:23  

*opens his mouth to say something in response but promptly forgets what it was*

*briefly looks around after your rapid departure and thinks he may well have imagined that exchange...whatever it was about*

*rounds up his posse and goes to determine whether the girl child is in town*
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