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  1. Octi

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  2. Jack Jackson

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    and silence speaks louder than words

    He had heard somebody once claim that sandstorms were the devil’s creation. Jack didn’t quite know about that given he wasn’t a religious individual, but they certainly were a struggle to say the absolute least. The winds having torn his pack away from him, all of his supplies had been lost to the storm and in his thoroughly desperate attempt to find shelter, Jack, himself, had found himself more lost in the desert than he had in a very long time. There was no telling anymore which direction Horizon was in as he trudged over dunes and shielded his eyes from the son, squinting in every which direction.

    Jack cursed himself for not being more prepared, for not realizing that there was a storm on the horizon, though it seemed to have come out of nowhere at all. As they sometimes did in places like Pandora. It truly could be unpredictable.

    Nearly an hour or so of wandering brought him to a fruitfall spot of green with a pond in the center, like a little untouched oasis. Jack was almost reminded of the day that he and the small group of fellows who were no longer here had discovered Horizon, the untouched patch of paradise in the middle of nowhere. But, really, he was too hired and too hungry to think hard about it.

    He focused on the water instead, sat on his knees in the grass as he cupped the liquid in his hands and took as much of it in as he possibly could. Twenty minutes later, he was on his tired feet again, stood under a tree that rose tall above his head and staring up at the big orange fruits grown at the top there. How was he meant to get those down exactly?

    Five minutes later, he was looking the fool as he started throwing rocks, hoping by some miracle, he might be able to knock one down.



     
  3. Fëanor

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    Well, that had not worked as expected.

    Fëanor had decided to try the strange mirror traveling system after the incident with John, certain that he would be able to navigate the system with ease and wind up exactly where he wanted to go. Said destination was Horizon, a hidden paradise that had been settled only recently. It was supposed to be a test of the mirrors alone, but he supposed there was an ulterior motive to his traveling, especially after he heard what he did from his second-eldest son. He needed to see something that looked like home again, something that looked like the world in full bloom with no disasters on the horizon.

    But when he opened his eyes, he was forced to blink repeatedly as sand swirled through the air. This was why he did not enjoy his forays near Alqualondë, he muttered, but he had to admit that he had never experienced anything quite like this before. Yes, there was sand in Alqualondë, but it didn't move like this, and it certainly didn't feel like grit in his nose and throat and ears and everywhere.

    Horizon was supposed to be surrounded by this landscape, he heard, but he had barely listened when others explained to him how the mirrors were supposed to work. Of course he had assumed he would be able to figure it out, but it seemed the magic of this world was different from anything in his own. And now he was lost in the mess of swirling sand.

    He spent what felt like forever wandering before he saw a spot of blue in the distance. He made his way over only to see that there was a small pond there. His steps hastened when he thought of the cool liquid on his parched tongue and chapped lips, and he drank deeply as soon as he reached it, not fearing for his reputation. Who here would care to see him on his knees?

    A sudden thwack made him turn so quickly that he slid off his knees, sitting in the sand and looking up at a man he had not taken the time to notice. He looked human at first glance, and he was currently throwing rocks at a tree at an attempt to remove its brightly colored fruits.

    Fëanor wondered about the intelligence of humans as he called out, hoping the stranger knew what was going on with this sand and how he was supposed to go to Horizon. (It was pointless, he figured, to ask about the mirror. This one didn't seem like he would know anything.) "Do you know where we are?" he called out, then he felt as though he simply had to ask, "And... what are you doing?"


     
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  4. Jack Jackson

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    There was a good chance he looked like an idiot, but then, Jack didn't really expect to see anybody else or for anybody else to see him. Really, what were the chances? He was lost out there in the middle of the desert after a sandstorm that most people would have been smart enough to steer clear of. Normally, Jack would have been smart enough to steer clear of it, but it had practically come out of nowhere. This has never happened before, and it felt a little bit hopeless with the knowledge that these sands were just so big. Maybe he could have made some sort of judgement from the position of the sun, but he didn't know where Horizon was in comparison to his current position.

    So he just tried to focus on what he was doing, and by some miracle, what he was doing did manage to attract a bit of attention. A voice cut into what was otherwise silence behind him and Jack gripped the rock in his hand all the tighter, whirling around to stare at the stranger who was stood there a short distance from him. He'd never seen him before in his life, but it would have been an incredible coincidence if he had. The next thing should have been simple. Finding words, telling him that, no, he didn't know where they were, but for somebody like Jack it wasn't so simple at all. It hadn't been so simple for a very long time. Before the accident, he had been a quiet boy, he hadn't spoken very much at all, but then suddenly, he couldn't speak and it was like he'd taken the ability to do so for granted. Communication was the most difficult obstacle he found himself with and even now, he seemed to hesitate, his gaze dropping slightly and then looking back as he finally shook his head.

    He honed in on the second question, following the stranger's gaze toward the colorful fruits at the top of that tree and he lifted a hand to point before gently pressing his fingertips to his lips as though to try to signify to the man that he was hungry. Maybe they couldn't be eaten at all, maybe they were dangerous, and maybe Jack knew that his choices very well could have been to die of starvation if he ended up lost in this dunes longer than he wanted to be or to risk the mystery fruit at the top of the tree.

    But then he was staring again. Jack had always been good at staring, though he'd grown more self-aware during his years in Pandora. Still, the sight of those pointed ears poking out from behind the man's dark hair threw him off guard despite the fact that he knew he had seen others with them. Elves, he believed they were called. Creatures of myth where he came from, but here in Pandora, they were real like so many other impossibilities.



     
  5. Fëanor

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    The human pointed up at the brightly colored fruits before tapping his mouth, a signal Fëanor didn't quite recognize. Was he unwilling to talk to him, like some crony of John's who had come through the mirror just to treat him like a second-class citizen, or... well, the hand signal was clearly some type of communication. Was the man unable to talk?

    Fëanor had never heard of such a thing, but he would ask nonetheless. "Can you talk?" Sure, the question would likely sound patronizing, but he was curious as to how someone could have the prowess to aim rocks at a high point on a tree but not enough to speak. It would also prove if he was a decent person or one of John's people, if John had told him how to use the mirrors incorrectly on purpose just to land him here with a man whose only communication was tapping on his mouth.

    Perhaps the tapping on his mouth meant that he couldn't speak, Fëanor realized - or that he was hungry, given the fact that he was attempting to throw rocks at a tree in this climate in order to get to the fruits. They were nothing like Fëanor had ever seen before, but he had to admit they looked good, especially now that he had tasted far too many mouthfuls of gritty sand. If they were juicy on the inside, he might soon be willing enough to climb the tree and get some for himself.

    He hadn't climbed a tree in far too long - since Nelyo had gotten stuck up one when he was little, but that one was shorter, and just thinking about Nelyo made his heart clench - but he didn't see any other ways to get the fruit down. Shaking the tree might work if the human wasn't on it, but that was the only thing Fëanor could think of with the resources he had. The water couldn't help him much, nor did he have any of his supplies from the forge that he could have tried to use to cut the tree down or throw at a fruit. The tree might be able to hold him, but for now, shaking might be better. The last thing he needed was for John to pop up out of nowhere and see him halfway up a tree of all things.

    Frustrated with his inability to find a quick solution, he asked, "Is it worth shaking, do you think," wondering if the human knew much about this kind of tree or the fruit it held. He had never seen anything like it, but he was trying to put his curiosity about the human and the environment aside for now in the face of the puzzle to solve. Introductions and chit-chat could come after the fruits were safely down on the ground.


     
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  6. Jack Jackson

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    The elf looked confused, and Jack couldn't exactly blame him for that. It wasn't the first time he had watched somebody stare at him with that perplexed look, trying to work out what the issue with him was. That he just didn't talk? Once upon a time, that was all it had been, and Jack could only wish that was all it was, but that was far from the case now. He was missing something precious that he had taken for granted, and he would have given the world to have it back. Or maybe he wouldn't, not anymore. Not when he'd had that opportunity only for Apollo to grasp it and take it away from him once more. It had hurt. It had hurt literally and figuratively.

    Communication would always be his biggest obstacle and as he stared at the other man, he couldn't help but feel just a little bit useless, his shoulders slumping his response to that question. He wanted to nod his head, but it would have been a lie easily thwarted, so he shook his head, dipping his gaze momentarily. There was the option to write, of course, but he had nothing to write with or on, and there was no telling the elf would even be able to read what he wrote for him. There were a hundred reasons for this situation to be the opposite of ideal.

    At the very least, though, he did seem to understand what Jack was trying to do, the redhead's gaze following that of the dark-haired man up toward the fruits at the top of the tree once more. Shaking it was a thought, but the tree struck Jack as incredibly sturdy. Still, there was nothing at all to lose, so he glanced back to the elf and gestured for him to come closer and he moved to the tree's side. He'd already made a fool of himself in front of the other, so how much worse could it possibly have gotten? And at the very least, maybe the pair of them could be a fair of fools together.

    There was nothing to lose, and nothing else to do either besides wander the desert hopelessly.



     
  7. Fëanor

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    The man shook his head, confirming Fëanor's idea that he couldn't speak. This only made things even more difficult - how was he supposed to plan a way out here, or even ask where he was, if the only other person around couldn't speak? Then again, he was not known for backing down from a challenge, nor was he planning to start. He would simply have to do things the stranger's way and hope they found their way to another mirror (or civilization) before too long.

    In the meantime, he would do what he could - namely, shake the tree, because he was not nearly desperate enough to try to climb it yet. When the man nodded his approval, Fëanor walked around the base of the tree, looking for an area that might be weaker than another, or perhaps a fruit that was already dangling. There was one that looked like it was hanging a little lower, so he motioned the stranger over, feeling a little funny speaking if there would be no response, and settled himself on one side of the loose-looking fruit. Hopefully, the other man would take his place on the other side, and they could begin to shake.

    The shaking was a tedious process - the tree was indeed rather sturdy, and although Fëanor had hoped for a quick and easy solution, that was definitely not what he was getting. As he shook and shook, he became angrier, thinking of how the only reason he was even out here was because that obnoxious fool named John Uskglass had walked through a mirror into his house, and he had to try it too. But why didn't it work for him? He thought he had done everything exactly right, so much that he broached the silence and asked the man another question: "Did you come here via mirror as well?" Perhaps he had made the same mistake - or perhaps he came from nearby and knew of a way out...

    In the meantime, Fëanor continued to shake the tree as hard as he could, using muscles honed from years of forge work to get it to shake even a little. The one fruit that he spotted at the beginning looked looser, which only spurred him on.

    He didn't know how much time had passed, but eventually, that little strand broke off from the rest, leaving a single fruit to begin its plummeting fall down to the sandy ground...


     
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  8. Jack Jackson

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    More than used to those sorts of silence but easily readable responses to the news that he could not help carry a conversation, Jack felt himself absently sink his teeth self-consciously into his lower lip as he averted his gaze once more. He tried his best when it came to communication, but there were such severe limitations to what he could and could not say, and more often than not, those limitations meant not using his voice at all. Still, he supposed the man hadn't given up on him entirely, though it was just as likely the only reason for that was because he was the only person around. Jack felt useless in the state he was in now. He had once recovered in a miraculous way, he had once been a councilman in Horizon. And frankly, he had been terrible at the job for a number of reasons, but he had been physically capable of it and that had meant quite a lot to him. Now, though? Now, after Apollo had stolen away the gift he had given to him and rendered him a hopeless mute once more, what use was he at all?

    But then, could you really steal something you had given as a gift? Perhaps Jack had never deserved it at all.

    Whatever the case, it was gone and nothing could be done. Truth be told, were he given that opportunity once more, he didn't think he would take it, the feeling of his tongue slowly rotting away in his mouth until it was gone entirely once more leaving a bitter taste in his mouth, both literally and figuratively. It had been traumatic and sometimes, it felt like a miracle that he wasn't thinking about it at all. But he was thinking about it then.

    Thankfully, the dark-haired stranger stole his attention back again as he watched him move toward the tree to shake it, motioning for Jack to move to the other side. He seemed to have his eyes on the same fruit he'd been uselessly chucking rocks at, which looked like it might be in a state where it could fall from the tree with a bit of extra prodding. So the red-haired young man positioned himself on the other side of the tree and, giving the man a slight nod, proceeding to start shaking it. What a pair of fools they must have looked, but it could have been worse. They could have been out in the middle of the desert with no hope of food or water.

    Glancing distractedly back to the man when he asked that question, he shook his head. There had once been a time he could firmly say that he had no idea what mirrors he was referring to, but during his time as a councilman, he had learned quite a lot. There was little he could say in response, but still, his mind did wander as he tried to figure out how he could give him at least a little bit of helpful information. There were words, though, here and there which he could still say without use of a tongue to help him, and Jack managed one now. "... Home." It sounded strange from his lips, rounder than it should normally have, and a bit muffled as though something were just missing.

    There was a sense of accomplishment, though, from just saying one simple word and as though on cue, the fruit suddenly felt from its branch, nearly clobbering the elf right in the head on the way down. Jack's lips twitched to a smile.



     
  9. Fëanor

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    Fëanor nearly let out a jubilant shout as the lone fruit finally fell from the tree - although all that would have led to was a mouthful of sand. He nearly missed the human's remark, but he turned around when he did, internally thanking who- or whatever was translating so he could understand. "Your home? Where is your home? Do you remember how to get back?" he asked. There was no way anyone would live amidst swirling sands like this, and that was the first lead he had on how to get back to any sort of civilization.

    In the meantime, however, the fruit still remained on the ground. Fëanor approached it, noticing some strange spikes on the fruit that lay somewhere between orange and yellow in color. It didn't resemble anything near Tirion, or even anything he found on one of his expeditions into the strange areas of Valinor with Nerdanel during their early years of courtship.

    "Have you ever seen a fruit like this?" he asked the stranger, knowing that this would at least be answerable with a simple nod or shake of the head.

    In the meantime, he examined the fruit more closely. There were some small spikes, but he could situate his fingers between them to not draw any blood. The flesh of the fruit was wrapped in the spiny carapace, and with no way to get a firm grip on it, there was no way to peel it back. Grumbling under his breath, he soon turned to the human once more. "Do you still have that stone?" he asked, his first idea involving smashing the fruit even if that would sacrifice some of the juice.

    But just as soon as he asked, he realized a problem. If he held the fruit in one hand and tried to smash it withe the rock in the other, he would just drive the spikes into his hand, and the last thing he needed was to be unable to work. He looked around for a place to put the fruit, wondering if there was some solution to this that he was missing. Letting the human in on his thought process, he said, "If I just hit it, the spikes will hurt me, but I do not know how else to break it - do you have any ideas?" This could be nonverbal as well, as he soon held the fruit in his hands out towards the human, wondering if he would have any better ideas than his own.


     
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