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[starrydome]

There's an elf lord in the bar today.

He is dressed for practical work, tunic, trousers, soft leather shoes, and his hair is braided and tied away from his face.

Right now, he is seated at a table and opposite him, a spear is balanced against a chair.

He asked, when he first came in, if it would be permissable, and he'd been granted leave.

It's old, but well kept. And it is big. Clearly meant for someone tall and strong, clearly meant for combat.

And he has no idea what to do with it, so for now he sits, studying it.

Occasionally shaking his head a little, as you do when faced with a problem without an easy answer.

"Oh, Aeglos. Whatever shall I do with you?"

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[phantasmal_resplendent]

Lup sees the spear, but that's not what catches her eye.

"Holy shit," she murmurs to herself.

She approaches Elrond, delighted.

"I thought I was the only elf here!"

[starrydome]

He turns at her greeting and smiles.

"Well met, lady. We are few and far between, that is true, but I know of two or three others that come here or at least have done so in the past."

[phantasmal_resplendent]

"Well met yourself, my dude." Lup's grinning super hard. "I'm Lup."

[starrydome]

"My name is Elrond Half-elven," he replies. "I call the world of Arda home."

[phantasmal_resplendent]

Oh, half-elf, huh? Whatever. Lup's still glad to see someone who looks like they could be from her world.

"I'm from...well, we just kinda call it the Two-Sunned Planet."

[starrydome]

"The Two-Sunned Planet."

He smiles.

"Are they a twinned pair of do they move each of their own accord? I immediately imagine the first, but we only have one sun, so perhaps that is expected."

Two suns!

[phantasmal_resplendent]

"Nah, the planet revolved around both of them."

[starrydome]

"How many seasons do you have? We count six where I live, in Imladrid, but others divider the solar year differently."

[phantasmal_resplendent]

Lup shrugs. "Just the four seasons. I'm with a group that's exploring other dimensional planes right now, though, so I haven't been on my own planet in a while."

Probably won't for a while, either, but she can manage to spare this guy the gory details.

[alongfallfromgrace]

Wei Ying knows for a fact that he's not going to be wielding any bladed weapons any time soon. He just doesn't have the upper body (or lower body, or any body, Mo Xuanyu you have a lot to answer for) strength for it. He also knows there isn't even a prayer for him to ever be able to wield something like that massive weapon there - even if he was able to do something more than haul it around, if he actually managed to get it into someone else, that'd... be the end of his ability to do anything with it. He doesn't have the height, and will never have the weight necessary.

But it's still gorgeous.

So he's ogling it a little (a lot) as he strolls by on his way to fetch more tea to fuel his research project over in the corner. Just look at the craftsmanship! So pretty!

[starrydome]

It is a very beautiful weapon.

Elrond smiles at the young man admiring it and says, "It used to being to a king."

[alongfallfromgrace]

Wei Ying, startled that his (very obvious) ogling has been spotted, starts in surprise and then bows, hands clasped, empty, before him.

"Ahhh, my apologies, this one did not mean to intrude."

[starrydome]

Elrond spreads his hands before him

"No apology is needed," he says. "You've granted me a moment's reprieve from my thoughts and for that I thank you."

[alongfallfromgrace]

Well. He certainly knows what that is like. He hesitates from his initial plan of scurrying off before he can be a bother.

"I was going to get tea... I come back with some to share, if you like?"

[starrydome]

"That would be very welcome. Thank you," Elrond replies. With feeling.

He would indeed welcome both distractions and company.

[alongfallfromgrace]

Wei Wuxian bobs in pleased acknowledgement, and heads off towards the bar. He enlists the help of a waitrat to gather up the notes he left behind at his old table as he fetches a teaset. He returns and bustles through the pour, ages of exacting training making the movements graceful.

"I am Wei Wuxian, by the way, in case you need the name of the strange man drooling over your weapon."

[starrydome]

It feels strangely familiar, the care taken to pour tea gracefully.

He smiles.

"My name is Elrond Half-elven, and the spear does not, as such, belong to me. I have merely kept it safe."

[abyssum_invocat]

Elrond isn't the only person in the bar today with weaponry: Sinthia too has one, though hers is significantly smaller, and considerably farther-ranged. She's sitting at a table cleaning a pistol, almost entirely disassembled as she delicately brushes away debris and dust. It seems mesmerizing to her, or at the very least calming, until she looks up and sees the elf lord.

"Hello Elrond," she greets, verbally this time, voice soft and light.

[starrydome]

"Well met, Sinthia," he replies, giving her a small smile.

And then he nods at her table. "Is it your own?"

To him, that would not seem odd at all.

[abyssum_invocat]

"It is," she nods, setting down the tiny brush she'd been using to sweep away unwanted specks.

"This is the larger of my two. I have one in .45 caliber and the other in 9 milimeter. One for practice, one to conceal." Because people don't usually get very far wearing a pistol openly. "I was using it this morning outside."

Not on anyone living, in case Elrond is concerned. "But cleaning it is...soothing." Repetitive, she means, but it's a long story on how the two conflate.

[starrydome]

He just assumes she used the shooting range. It seems like the logical choice.

He nods.
"It's good if you're able to enjoy the process somewhat. Cleaning is necessary and important. And a never-ending task it sometime seems."

[abyssum_invocat]

She lets out a sound that might have been halfway between a hum and a laugh.

"It's quiet. There's a rhythm to it that's...calming." She knows all the steps to clean a gun. She doesn't have to worry about overthinking it.

"I practiced the braid you showed me. I can almost do it on my hair." It's slow going because she doesn't quite have hair long enough to make it easy. But still, there's effort.

[starrydome]

"It takes a while to master. And then, your fingers start remembering and it's hard to remember why it was difficult," he says. "Like playing an instrument. Or cleaning a weapon."

[abyssum_invocat]

She smiles lightly.

"Is the spear yours?" she asks, looking up from the pistol. No one will bother it or the pieces.

[starrydome]

He shakes his head.
"No. It belonged to my king. I've kept it since he died."