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[gorlim.livejournal.com]

There is a very panicked father in the bar.

There is a girl-baby on his lap playing with one of his vest buttons sulkily. This is obviously a very grumpy baby, who is NOT LEAVING HIS SIGHT. PERIOD.

He is scanning the bar for anyone who looks like a likely babynapper. FEAR!!! FEAR THE KILTED GUY WITH THE SWORD!!!

(But if you're not a babynapper, you can come chat.)

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[namo]

His heron is not far off, eyes constantly scanning the bar.

He wants his son back.

[gorlim.livejournal.com]

Gorlim spots him.

And ooooh, are there going to be words.



There may be an undertone of flailing. And of a kind of mental implication of a wordless thought that might be interpreted as You got ARRESTED??? You fought MELKOR and you didn't let me have a few punches in???

[namo]

Námo slinks over to his table, sitting heavily.

"Nothing. From anyone."

And Eru, did it hurt.

"I am sorry, dove. So very sorry."

[gorlim.livejournal.com]

Gorlim abandons his seat to join Namo. Upon seeing him, Kelly immediately reaches and starts crying. Gorlim winces.

"She wants her brother. And you. She doesn't understand why she can't have them. I... didn't tell her where you were. Kids understand things."

[namo]

He nods, taking her into his arms and cuddling her close.

"Soon, dovelet. We will give you your brother soon."

I disliked being locked up.

[gorlim.livejournal.com]

Kelly clings and eventually calms the shrill screams into whimpering. "Ab," she demands, hitting Namo's chest unhappily. "Ab Ab Ab Ab!!" Where is Gabriel??

Gorlim rubs his forehead wearily. "She has been doing that all night, and all morning, and she will not eat anything."

The tone is resigned and regretful and frustrated. At least, though, he hadn't found Melkor either.

[namo]

"Kelly, love," he says, holding her tiny fists in his hand. "Gabriel is... with someone else at the moment."

He kisses her brow, looking at Gorlim.

I know you would have. But... I did not want to intrude on what happiness you had yet.

"Little bit, will you please eat something?"

[gorlim.livejournal.com]

"Eilinel's worried sick. None of us have slept..." Gorlim sighs and leans against the table, head in his hands.

Kelly continues to whimper and pull at Namo's shirt. She kidks her feet a little in rebellion against the Way Things Are, but6 having not eaten, she has little energy for a full-scale revolution. This is clearly a child who will be prone to temper tantrums. At least until her daddy teaches her better. Unfortunately, it's difficult to teach a non-speaking, almost immobile infant that they can't have what they want and there are better ways of dealing with it than trying to scream down the moon.

[namo]

He calls over a waitrat and orders a small bowl of warmed applesauce.

"Young lady," he says a little more sternly. "If you do not eat, you will not be seeing Gabriel any time soon."

I cannot believe Security will do nothing!

[gorlim.livejournal.com]

"I'm sure they want to," Gorlim argues, but his heart isn't in it. He lays his head on his arms on the table and watches Namo try to get the little girl to eat.

Kelly pouts at him and babbles something that, while it sounds like nothing in any language spoken by any of the adults present, is most certainly something profane in baby-talk.

[namo]

He holds the tiny spoon to her mouth, humming quietly to her.

Our son has been sold, and they toss me into a cage.

[iambetadraconis]

He couldn't find him earlier, so rather than wait, he went outside to practise the sword on an unwitting hedge, turning it into so much compost.

Rabastan'll probably catch hell from Asar-Suti for that when the Seker finds out, but for now he's resting, listening to the bar radio in silent thought.

Coincidentally or not, it's playing Def Leppard's "Animal".

Most likely not, as that's what the narrative is listening to, and...

Yeah.



He'll notice Gorlim's about eventually...

[gorlim.livejournal.com]

If there's a coincidence, Gorlim doesn't know about it.

He also thinks the music is a little... jarring.

He gives his brother a LOOK, but doesn't come closer.

Edgy.

[iambetadraconis]

Song's over; time for a new one.

Some country-sounding ditty sung by a band Canadians would be familiar with.

Blue Rodeo.

"I want to know where
My confidence went
One day it all disappeared
And I'm lying in a hotel room
Miles away
Voices next door in my ear"

The Wizarding Wireless this is not.

[spooky-shrink.livejournal.com]

Malcolm is not a babynapper. Especially not in regard to Gorlim's baby.

He has enough trouble with her father already.

Instead, he stops in mid-step and smiles at the girl-baby.

"Hello, Gorlim! You're looking--uhhhh."

"What's wrong?"

[gorlim.livejournal.com]

Gorlim EYES Malcolm.

"OIur son has been kidnapped," he replies without preamble. "Or more specifically sold. And rather than arrest Namo's brother or look for the unknown person he was sold to, Security, in their infinite wisdom, arrested NAMO for trying to beat it out of him."

He scowls and clings to his daughter.

"And good evening how are you, Malcolm?"

[spooky-shrink.livejournal.com]

"My god, Gorlim. I'm sorry."

"It's certain Namo's brother--Melkor?--was involved? I only ask because I still don't know that much about him."

[gorlim.livejournal.com]

"Someone," Gorlim says, "decided he'd be a trustworthy babysitter."

He's actually not cross with Namo on that count. He's accepted by now that, Ultimate Evil or not, family is family.

[spooky-shrink.livejournal.com]

"What are you going to do?" Malcolm asks rhetorically.

"And, come to think of it, what can you do? This is Melkor..."

[gorlim.livejournal.com]

Gorlim rubs his forehead wearily.

"Well... here's how it is: Gabriel, when he is older, will be a powerful magician. But to keep him from accidentally destroying the world or killing anybody, he powers are stored in me until he's older. Which means I would feel it, Namo claims, if he were taken out of the bar, or killed. Neither of these things has happened, so we're just going to... keep looking, keep asking. I dunno what else we CAN do. Namo says it would be easier if they DID take him out of the bar, because then we could follow him, but whoever has him is hiding GOOD."

[spooky-shrink.livejournal.com]

"This bar is always just a little too big."

"Could you also use that link to track him somehow? To guide you to him?"

[gorlim.livejournal.com]

He shakes his head. "I tried. Even if there is a link to be found between the powers lying dormant in me and their soul of origin, I cannot follow it, nor can Namo. I am no wizard, and to hand off power into a greater being would be dangerous. Anyway, there's no guarantee Namo could follow any link that exists, even if I did pass the powers to him. There are reasons he did not take them to begin with." He sighs. "For now, we must do the best we can knowing only that the boy is here, and alive."

[spooky-shrink.livejournal.com]

"I'm very sorry, Gorlim."

"If there's anything I can do to help, you'll let me know?"

[gorlim.livejournal.com]

He smiles a little, and nods.

"Aye. Thank you, Malcolm. Tell me, how are you?"

[spooky-shrink.livejournal.com]

"I'm fine, Gorlim, thanks for asking. Things have been pretty quiet."

He's not about to get into the run-in with Ruin. Malcolm is still angered over that, but he's good at hiding his emotions when he has to, and enough time has passed to make it that much easier.

"But I guess your trouble means they might be getting less quiet again."