[03] || [Dark Times] || [Open]

[the_white_rider]

Characters: Gandalf and you
Setting: The Libraries, Floor Twelve, Meadow and Anywhere Else.
Format: Action for a start, but will follow.
Summary: Gandalf reappears two weeks after the Whale Accident ended (he had mysteriously disappeared a few days after the Whale Event started). He's going to linger mostly around the libraries and smoke his favorite brand of weed to relax, feel free to poke him or speak to him.
Warnings: None for now, will update if something comes up.


Floor Nineteen (Library)
[ Gandalf is roaming through the ruins of the Research Library, picking up some of the ruined books on the ground at times- Quickly looking through them before putting them down. He is clearly looking both saddened and bothered by the destruction that happened during the attack- And he had a front seat to witness it all.

It looks as though he's looking for something specific, maybe something he lost. Or maybe he's just looking for clues as to the true nature of what happened. ]


Floor Three (Library)
[ The White Wizard is not reading any book in this library. No, instead he is writing in a book, a quite large one at that. He started working on this book since his early days in the tower, in order to record all of his findings about the tower, in order to write out all of his theories.

This could come in handy in case he was to disappear from this tower, someday. It had happened once before, it could happen again. But at least, a trace of his discoveries and theories would be left behind. He had done well to hide the book and protect it with a few spells; the book had gone through the attack undamaged. He was about to hide it once more, but before doing so he needed to quickly add a few more of his thoughts, discoveries and theories.

Gandalf doesn't bother to hide as he does so. After all very few people frequent the library and even if someone was to see this- The book is written in a language that most people in the tower cannot read. Three people at most can, and he knows them. Yet, the title of the chapter he is currently writing, and only the title, can be clearly read in the common tongue: ]

"Of the Fëar and Hröar (Souls and Bodies)"


Floor Twelve
[ Very often Gandalf would come on the Twelfth Floor and quietly stared at the terrible scenery depicting the end of countless worlds. It was terrible, but it helped him focus and think, to ponder about the situation. To develop and research into theories.

This floor was certainly in a sorry state after what happened, but even so you will find Gandalf there, quietly staring at the scenery all while smoking some of his favorite pipe-weed. It helps to relax and focus, really.

If you're unlucky, you may happen to come when the smoke he exhales takes a whale shape. Irony also helps to focus. ]


Floor Twenty-Five (Meadow)
[ The meadow is clearly not in a good shape, and not the pleasant sight it usually is, not the comforting place it used to be for people wanting to forget would it be only for a minute the horrors of the tower.

Yet you will find Gandalf there at Nightfall, walking around and looking for a very particular kind of plant that, hopefully managed to avoid being crushed by the monsters, but there is not much hope. ]


Anywhere Else
[ You may find he White Wizard pretty much anywhere around the tower on that day, with his staff in hand. Be it a destroyed floor or one that managed to avoid destruction, Gandalf may be lurking around. He'll be moving a lot, but he'll stop to at least get a proper meal. ]

Comments

[the_white_rider]

I am not speaking about her physical health, of this I have no doubt.

[ He sighs and quickly writes something in his book before continuing. ]

No, I am speaking about her current condition. Not for a second do I doubt my choices were necessary, but I have put far too much hope on her shoulders. I am worried she is now paying the price.

[keeps_count]

[The elf might be a bit curious about what the wizard is writing but makes no comment on it. If Gandalf wanted him to know, he'd say something.]

Perhaps you ought to have a word with her when you both have the time to do so. If she feels overwhelmed, I am sure that someone will come forward to help her.

[the_white_rider]

[ Much like the title indicates, Gandalf writes about souls and bodies- At this point he is writing about the Phantoms and how they are, with an almost absolute certainty, the incarnation of those who couldn't be saved from their homeworlds. ]

If she feels overwhelmed, I am afraid she would keep it for herself and say word to no one unless circumstances were to arise that would allow her to speak. I have a bad feeling about this.

[ He sighs. ]

[keeps_count]

[That actually sends a shiver down the elfs spine, just thinking of his friends and family becoming those things.]

Even those that have a great responsibility would confide in others. What of her friend? Link, I believe his name is? Perhaps she's spoken of this with him.

[the_white_rider]

Maybe she has done so.

[ Hence, in part, why he's not speaking much about this. He's seen the reaction during the meeting. No doubt Legolas would react and understand better, but the young elf has his own problem for now. ]

Yet she might not have. People react differently to the weight of responsibilities, and the line between "friend", "acquaintance" and "ally" become blur.

[keeps_count]

It's worth asking her about it, and asking Link.

[What's wrong with Legolas still being so young for an elf? He's already gone through a lot more than many elves he knows, besides Elrond and his own father.]

[the_white_rider]

I may do so. Keep an eye on her from your end please, I believe the Princess sees a friend in you as well, even though she may utter the word.

[ Nothing wrong at all. But with youth comes recklessness. Don't mind it, old men's thoughts about how kids are reckless. ]

[keeps_count]

I will, of course. I may seek her out this day, to assure myself that she is, indeed, well.

[Legolas isn't a kid anymore >(]

[the_white_rider]

Thank you. Take care of yourself as well. Oh and next time I see you, I'll have to talk a bit to you about this book I'm writing.

[ Come back say this in a few ten of thousands years, he'll consider your words then. ]

[keeps_count]

You are always welcome, Gandalf. And I will.

[He nods slightly.] Very well, I look forward to discussing it.

[What, being three thousand isn't enough? You know, Haldir is only a bit older than Legolas so he better be thinking the same about the marchwarden.]