Subject: “Shakhar, wait a sec.”
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Posted on: 2015-08-26 15:29:00 UTC
Des rubbed his goatee. “Missing hand, Noldo, missing hand, agent, not any more, dammit where'd I read this, missions missions missions... fabric? No, something with T... Oh I know. Terri Ryan, DOGA archivist. Isn't that–?” Des cut himself short. “Why do guesswork, let's go introduce ourselves to the guy.”
"W-wait a minute," he stammered, "Connie? Are you... a-are you Dafydd Illian? Um." His eyes were now about the size of saucers. "Sorry, I, um, I just, um, wow." He took a deep breath and scratched the back of his neck. "Um, yeah, I think I'm going to name mine Mitzy or Zeke, depending on what I get. I don't mind, really, but I'm kind of hoping for a blue or a green. They aren't as high-maintenance as queens. Which are very pretty, too," he directed hastily at Hera.
((Poor rookie intern meeting one of HQ's legends. Of course he's going to be a little overwhelmed. :P
-Iximaz, signing off because classes will be starting soon))
"Except when I need to be Darth Balrog, Scourge of the Multiverse." Dafydd chuckled at the kid's expression. "Joke, joke. As, I'm sure, would be anything I said about Hera being high-maintenance." The golden queen flicked her tail at him, but seemed content to let the scolding pass - for the moment.
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((That took a lot longer to compose than it should have. I have no idea how Dafydd deals with fame - well, I do now: apparently jokes. Except when he feels like bragging.))
((If you think he's making a massive effort to be diplomatic to everyone today - you'd be right.))
((hS))
Alex looked sheepish. "Just kind of startled me, is all. Oh, right!" He awkwardly held out a hand. "Alex Dives. I'm an intern in DoSAT. And, um, thank you for donating the eggs."
((Poor Dadydd. I almost feel bad for laughing at him. Almost. :P
And pff, Alex, you should know better than to assume anyone donated anything. Silly.class what class it's not started yet shhh))
Des took the lightsaber out of his pocket, taking care not to ignite its blade by mistake. “I'd like to get rid of this ASAP,” he said, “it positively stinks of Studom.” He nodded toward Ilraen. “Shall we–” He cut himself short and squinted. “Wait a sec, is that a Noldorin Elf I see?”
Gerry sneezed the moment it came out. "Seriously. Ugh, Sue weapons."
"I was hoping for Tel'Quessir, personally," Colt said, temporarily distracted by the lightsaber before looking at the elf again, slightly squinting. "But I guess the name answers it."
"Yeah, that's a Noldo. I, uh, I think he used to be an agent of some sort--I mean, a DOGA agent. He left or retired or something a little before I joined--something about dying and maybe coming back to life? I'm not even sure anymore. And he's got some sort of connection to Feanor's second so--Galloping Griffins, he's missing a hand!" Dawn clapped a hand over her mouth for a moment, desperately hoping that her voice hadn't carried. When there was no immediate death by Noldorin glare, she lowered her hand and continued in a voice that was just above a whisper. "That can't be right, that's the same hand Maedhros lost. He shouldn't be missing a hand at all--he looks like Maglor! What is he, a recruited mix of Maglor and Maedhros? Maybe he's a Maglor who got Maedhros' backstory? This makes no sense!"
Actually, they didn't - he'd often thought they should, but mobile ears weren't a trait possessed by many Eldar.
Dafydd's ears wanted to twitch as a woman across the room called (well, said) something about 'missing a hand'. He tuned in to the quiet conversation, picking up snippets: "... hand Maedhros... shouldn't be... looks like Mag... recruited mix of Maglor and... backstory? This makes..."
Ilwion raised his head, eyes whirling as he picked up on his friend's agitation. "No, don't worry," Dafydd murmured, reaching down to stroke the bronze. "I'm used to the questions - it's why I kept it a secret so long." He glanced quickly over his shoulder at the woman who had spoken. "Though I admit people didn't usually recognise me as Maglor. That's almost a first."
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((Just getting in the byplay. I promise I'll make this less about Dafydd when the eggs start hatching.))
((hS))
Des rubbed his goatee. “Missing hand, Noldo, missing hand, agent, not any more, dammit where'd I read this, missions missions missions... fabric? No, something with T... Oh I know. Terri Ryan, DOGA archivist. Isn't that–?” Des cut himself short. “Why do guesswork, let's go introduce ourselves to the guy.”
Alex waved at the two people when they approached. "Are you here for the hatching, too?"
Too many people get out get out get out.
He hoped there wasn't any sweat beading up on his forehead as he held out his egg. "I'm excited, are you excited? This is going to be so cool! Um..." Alex hunched his shoulders.
Stop talking stop talking you're making yourself look like an idiot.
"Introductions, right. That should go well. Let's hope it goes well, actually, dealing safely with Feanorians usually requires being out of, uh, everything-range. Oh well. Maybe an agent!Maglor, or an agent!Maglor-Maedhros--this sounds really familiar, it's weird--well, maybe he'll be a bit less dangerous. Or less touchy. Should be fun."
They walked over, and were greeted by a blond who was at least claiming to be excited. He did look rather excited, actually, although with a touch of nervousness. Dawn gave him her best grin, and then found herself focusing in on the egg--it was the first one she'd seen up close, and it was *fascinating*.
“Yesyes to all your questions, bub!” he said. “I'm Des, this is Shakhar – Dawn – and you–” Des squinted. “You look somewhat familiar... what's your name, dude?”
Alex cradled the egg to his chest. "'M Alex Dives," he said, finally finding his voice. "DoSAT intern." He smiled and held out a hand. "Nice to meet you... Des, was it?" He frowned. "Des... dendelle?"
“Wait a sec. Dives? As in... are you related to Rina Dives?” Des tilted his head.
"Yes, I am, and I don't want to talk about it," he said, turning away. "Especially not today."
“Sorry, dude.” Des bowed his head briefly. “Didn't mean to upset you. You said DoSAT... d'you happen to know a Unison Device by the name of Corolla?”
Ahem. More seriously, I'm going out of ambit for the next few hours, so assume Dafydd is just keeping the f'lizards quiet.
hS
I checked the Board before I pressed 'post reply'... what are the odds?
Her gaze locked onto Alex, her eyes sparkling with orange facets. Beside her, Ilwion sat up, craning to look up at Dafydd.
The elf drew in a breath between his teeth. "As a general remark," he said, not looking at anyone, "fire lizards are telempaths. That means they pick up on strong emotions." He stroked Hera's neck, ignoring her hissing. "In particular, they tend to get agitated quite easily when people around them do."
Hera had settled down now, and seemed to be trying to pretend nothing had happened. Dafydd smiled, patted Ilwion on the head, and looked up at the new arrivals. "So: Des, Dawn, and Dives, and I'm Dafydd; goodness, what a team. I should bring Daphne over, except I think she's busy trying to get her balloon to lay eggs."
Alex sighed. "Won't happen again, promise."
To Des, he said, "And, yeah, actually. She's one of my regular teachers. Supervisors? I like her because she doesn't make me go on a lot of coffee runs. And she's nice."
He glanced at Dafydd, but when he saw that the Noldo was busy with his fire-lizard, he kept his attention on Alex. “She's a nice person, yeah. Helped me with a nasty Harry Potter fic, once.”
"...where Harry was the heir to the Founders and had a harem, or something?" Alex grinned. "She told me about that! Oh, man, that sounded horrible; it's times like that I'm glad I'm not a field agent."
((And dropping out again for class. I miss summer. :/ ))
Dafydd shook his head, smiling. "Yes, I think we'll be okay. Thank you, though."
Teyala nodded. "You're welcome. Enjoy the rest of your day."
She turned away from the Illian family, pausing long enough to smile and wave at Henry. It was nice to see him, and she felt a bit embarrassed that she hadn't noticed him before. The asari's duties were normally focused on the youngest children in the PPC, but that didn't mean she didn't occasionally interact with older ones like Henry.
It was then that Jenni made her announcement. Not that it seemed to make much of a difference; the other agents were either preoccupied with conversation or still milling around trying to take in what was going on. Well, Teyala thought to herself, if no one else will step up, I suppose they won't mind…
She walked over to the Andalite and gave him a courteous nod. "Hello Ilraen," she said. "I hope you're doing well."
((Should we maybe cycle this up to the top of the thread soon?))