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*storms in and flops down on his throne of skulls*
*curses a blue streak in extremely boomy Valarin*
*hears a rumbling noise-faint at first, but gradually growing louder and louder*
Oh, shit.
*cowers in air raid posture as his moldy Halls collapse on him in an avalanche of floury dust* -
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*putters around Mandos, watering dead plants and replacing random stones in the walls with lembas wafers*
*settles down on the mouldy sofa to watch The Caranthirë Channel in the hopes of seeing some good death*
...
*smacks the side of the set*
Has somebody been messing with my TV? :s -
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*receives his weekly death toll report*
*scans through the names until he finds one that looks more familiar than most*
:D
*issues an incorporeal summons in large, careful handwriting* -
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*finds several dusty stacks of hand-written animal classification cards in the basement*
*dumps all of them into a couple of enormous boxes and demanifests with the junk over to Turgon's charred former abode*
*likes the décor but doesn't see anybody around, so...*
*reappears on Fingolfin's doorstep and materializes paper and pencil*
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*plays strip poker with some bored shades*
...
*wins every game*
:D
