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[boogerman]

Who: Pitch Black, anyone.
What: Pitch, returning to his 'lair', after he's liberated some books from the library.
When: D488, twilight
Where: Odin towards Hel District
Rating: PG, will update if needed.

[Pitch, having only gotten more paranoid in the last few weeks, chooses his 'errand runs' wisely. Always after dark, always armed with his favorite sword and who-knows-what hidden on his person, and always with a nasty look. Approach and be snapped at.]

[The mission for today: some books from the Odin library to pass the time, and he's stalking his way back to his room. So far so good.]

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[boogerman]

"She stole it from me. It's mine." He's already descended to hissing his words, furious... and noticing every little detail on his only real possession.

"And you've carved on it! Was that her idea too?"

[bythewaves]

"She found it" He corrects mildly, utterly unphased. "It was already broken when she did... and she recognised it, she said. She wanted it repaired."

One hand reaches out, to trace the brilliant silver of the new links.

"Varna" he reads, and even without the power that is his birthright, the word hums, a warm, bright sensation. "Protect and Safeguard."

"No, the inscription is mine."

[boogerman]

"What gave you the right? It wasn't yours to vandalize! It was never hers to begin with, she stole it from my room!"

He's only getting more and more worked up...

[bythewaves]

"She wanted it to be as unbreakable as possible." Utterly unphased. "And... she wished for the safety of the person to whom it belonged. I do not have my father's power, let alone my brother or my nephew, and I do not know how effective such things are here, in any case, but I did my best to see her wish fulfilled. If my skills have any say, that chain will not erode nor break, unless you or her wish it broken. It will not turn aside a knife, nor can it save your life, but it will be a light in your darkest times."

[boogerman]

It's not Maglor Pitch is upset with. All his intensity has to go somewhere, though.

"No one asked her to do that! Why would she?"

And he hasn't even read the letter yet.

[bythewaves]

Calm as a glacial lake, Maglor only lifts an eyebrow.

"That I do not know - she was my friend, but she did not confide that detail with me. But..." He offers the note. "Perhaps she spoke of it in here."

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[boogerman]

He takes the note more like someone afraid of what it might say, than someone as furious as he seems. And once he reads it... just a few more words.

"We are not talking about this."

/pets

[bythewaves]

The eyebrow stays up and is joined by its companion, but Maglor only tips his head in acknowledgement.

"As you wish it."

And he wonders - for that is not the attitude of one who lost a hated enemy... but one who has lost something (someone) precious.

[boogerman]

There must be pockets inside his clothing, because the note vanishes into the dark depths.

"In fact, you aren't saying one word about me to anyone. Understand?"

[bythewaves]

The eyebrow is never coming down and perhaps there is a glimmer of amusement, deep in grey eyes, but his voice stays perfectly calm.

"As you say."