(I am sorry I was not involved in the ending event so far. RL obligations have been eating me. Please excuse me handwaving my characters as having been there.)
Once More for Old Time Sake
The luggage car. Khary smiled and touched one of the larger trunks he was pushed up against by the press of bodies. How many times had he or Curifin woken here to find the other waiting? Where was his friend now?
Did he even exist?
Heavy thoughts. Khary did with them what he did with most heavy thoughts, he made them amusing. He focused and made the pass through the trunk, moving through it without opening it until he was fully inside. There he left a cheeky message for Curufin before opening the trunk and coming out of it the more conventional way.
Still too many bodies in too little space, and anyone who brushed against his shields could be in danger. So he took himself out of the equation. He climbed stairs that didn't exist until he was sitting on the air above the heads of the milling people. Unless someone called his attention, he'd wait there until it emptied out enough for him to leave.
He did keep an eye out for Leia, though.
Work To Be Done
Khary might not have been any good at things like laundry and washing, but he could do other things. Delivering things was easy enough, after all, given he could vanish whatever he had to carry and walk down the halls with his hands in his pockets, whistling.
Of course he tended to deliver more than he was asked to, throwing in a good drink to anyone of age for alcohol who wanted some. He also took the time to make coffee, passing that out as well to those who wanted it.
He was a Warlord. Taking care of the people was part of what he was born to do. He especially was there for anyone female, happy to do any task requested of him that didn't conflict with his marriage vows.
So depending on the moment in which someone spotted him, he seemed to either be working hard... or hardly working.
A Feast! Food?! Thank the Darkness.
Khary made sure he and Leia were sitting together and then filled up her plate before digging in, himself. He would fuss and hover over her some to make sure she was eating, but he'd also be spending a lot of time eating himself. For those who had never eaten with him before, the amount he consumed might have seemed alarming.
Everything had a price, and as a Sapphire Jeweled Warlord, the price Khary paid for his seemingly insanely strong magic was energy. He either had to eat a lot more than any Landen (Non-magical people in his world) could even imagine or his power would eat his own body from the inside out. So he ate. With relish. And other condiments.
He was also willing to talk to other people - so long as Leia was okay - and to mix the various alcohols on offer expertly into new and interesting creations, often with just a dash of magic to make them look even more interesting. Like a bit of what looked like fire flickering inside clear liquid, or lights around the rim of a cup pulsing in time slowly, creating a pattern.
(Leia is welcome to post in to any reply on Feast unless requested otherwise.)
Khary | Black Jewels | CW: Potentially All
Once More for Old Time Sake
The luggage car. Khary smiled and touched one of the larger trunks he was pushed up against by the press of bodies. How many times had he or Curifin woken here to find the other waiting? Where was his friend now?
Did he even exist?
Heavy thoughts. Khary did with them what he did with most heavy thoughts, he made them amusing. He focused and made the pass through the trunk, moving through it without opening it until he was fully inside. There he left a cheeky message for Curufin before opening the trunk and coming out of it the more conventional way.
Still too many bodies in too little space, and anyone who brushed against his shields could be in danger. So he took himself out of the equation. He climbed stairs that didn't exist until he was sitting on the air above the heads of the milling people. Unless someone called his attention, he'd wait there until it emptied out enough for him to leave.
He did keep an eye out for Leia, though.
Work To Be Done
Khary might not have been any good at things like laundry and washing, but he could do other things. Delivering things was easy enough, after all, given he could vanish whatever he had to carry and walk down the halls with his hands in his pockets, whistling.
Of course he tended to deliver more than he was asked to, throwing in a good drink to anyone of age for alcohol who wanted some. He also took the time to make coffee, passing that out as well to those who wanted it.
He was a Warlord. Taking care of the people was part of what he was born to do. He especially was there for anyone female, happy to do any task requested of him that didn't conflict with his marriage vows.
So depending on the moment in which someone spotted him, he seemed to either be working hard... or hardly working.
A Feast!
Food?! Thank the Darkness.
Khary made sure he and Leia were sitting together and then filled up her plate before digging in, himself. He would fuss and hover over her some to make sure she was eating, but he'd also be spending a lot of time eating himself. For those who had never eaten with him before, the amount he consumed might have seemed alarming.
Everything had a price, and as a Sapphire Jeweled Warlord, the price Khary paid for his seemingly insanely strong magic was energy. He either had to eat a lot more than any Landen (Non-magical people in his world) could even imagine or his power would eat his own body from the inside out. So he ate. With relish. And other condiments.
He was also willing to talk to other people - so long as Leia was okay - and to mix the various alcohols on offer expertly into new and interesting creations, often with just a dash of magic to make them look even more interesting. Like a bit of what looked like fire flickering inside clear liquid, or lights around the rim of a cup pulsing in time slowly, creating a pattern.
(Leia is welcome to post in to any reply on Feast unless requested otherwise.)