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He is riding with a dozen guards and then suddenly they are not around him. Not just an illusion, either - osanwë doesn't reach them - either instantly dead, all of them, or he's been moved - and the sky's changed, so it could be that -
- he dismounts. He doesn't draw a weapon - if this is a ploy of the Enemy then it's over, he lost, there's no point.
And he reaches out for every mind in range.
There is a squid in the lake. The squid likes it here.
There are two humans who have heard of private thoughts but aren't very good at it.
There is the shallow presence of a sapient bar who accommodates telepathic interface but only yea far.
And there is a little child who doesn't keep many thoughts private yet even though he learned how because it makes people happy to hear him thinking little child thoughts. Although less so here because practically no one can hear his thoughts anyway. He is playing with a toy Cadillac and wishing he could dart through the door back into his world which was less confusing than Milliways.
...huh.
And he steps out through the trees and blinks at the assembled singing Elves and the endless building behind them with both genuine and feigned confusion.
They recognize him! They are terribly pleased to meet him this is Milliways how did he get in -
- he should go talk to his alts, they're all inside, there's a human and a chip Elf - what kind of Elf is he -
"Do you have magic telepathy or just a communications interface with the chip in your head that backs up your brain?"
"Soul Elf, then - that's what we're calling them - from a flat Arda?"
"You need to warn the Valar not to pardon Melkor -"
"By how much?"
"Nearly four hundred years."
And a moment later he opens the door and steps into the bar and blinks at two more of him and assorted other people.
"Okay, y'all officially can't put off nicknames anymore. Hi, I'm Cam, that's Mirelótë, you probably recognize the others."
"There was some effort to give an explanation outside. Hi - uh -"
"And all the rest of us have the same name and in fact the same aversion to going by the first half of it, so we're stuck - I'm Bright and my fork is Dawn and everyone else could just stick to the theme, at least until we run out of positions of the Suns -"
"I'll be Midnight. My world only has one sun, though, are we missing out?"
"One's serviceable for most purposes. Flat Arda with a sun means it's too late to keep Melkor contained in the first place unless you're a one-off -"
"I'll write the Singularity forks and alert them to your charming theme."
"He's been loose for nearly fourteen hundred years and we've been at war with him for four hundred. - can you help -"
"We're from what seems like the only world where Valar are good at their jobs, but if possible something faster with less collateral at stake would be better..."
"- how bad are yours, the standard is awful but we already know it gets worse than that -"
"Even with Melkor loose I would not want them better at their jobs - what is the standard -"
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