notavirtue | Journeys with a Prothean (Year Two)

Javik

COURT
Unseelie

TITLE
Border Shark

ABLE TO FAST-TRAVEL
Yes. Possesses Maglor's Magic Ring, but doesn't tell anyone

RESIDENCE IN 2,701 Caer Scima/The Station

RESIDENCE IN 2,702 You can't tie down a banjo man

MAJOR EVENTS

Promotion
Following his participation in the war and his work along the borders, Javik is given the title of Captain within the Unseelie army.

Treun
Javik attends the summer Tourney in Treun, and meets with the Governor again.

Amunet
Javik learns the secret of Vanessa's Ives possession during Samhain.

YEAR ONE | YEAR TWO | YEAR THREE

TIMELINE OF EVENTS

SPRING IN 2,701 (Mar, Apr, May)

MARCH - The new king of birds brings late snowstorms and a deep freeze to the Drabwurld. Visiting the ruins of Caer Scima, Javik travels with Katsa to assist refugees to the Third Tooth of Dorchadas. Javik visits Vanessa's spire, and once the snow has gone, he visits Damon and his sand worms. Maglor will be gone, having left Javik his magic ring and a shard-palantir. Javik is now the last of the Fellowship of Grumpy Old Men (and a Genie). Aragorn uses the shard-palantir to contact those that also have one.
APRIL - Reul's Right Hand, The Winter King and Unseelie General Saber Alter recruits Javik as an officer in the military. Not one to let emotions get control of him, Javik will bust up that harp as soon as he realizes what's going on. Time not spent flipping out about harps will be used to continue patrolling Dorchadas.
MAY - No more lockets or fairy rings or monarchs! Javik goes swan hunting, and racks up some cash to fund his travels. He stops in at the new trading post, meeting Vol'jin's brother-of-sorts, Thrall. At the Station he crosses paths with Midna, and they both head south together. Unfortunately, the road to Treun is awfully close to Seelie territories...

SUMMER IN 2,701 (Jun, Jul, Aug)

JUNE - Javik attends, but does not participate in the tourneys at Treun. He reconnects with Effy, Ben and Hikaru, and meets Diarmuid and Katherine. Athame has her second litter of puppies in the city. Following the tourney he meets with Debal to discuss replacing Vridan's grave marker... and the governor gets to dogsit Prativ for awhile.

JULY - Javik heads south to Leathann, and is entirely unaware of the hangings in Daonna until news reaches that far south.

AUGUST - Leathann's Festival of Lights occurs during the second week. Javik attends and observes, and visits the Tower of the Oracle. While there's no obvious mark left behind by Vridan, the design of the tower is reminiscent of the architecture found on Feros and Eden Prime. Returning to the mainland, Javik teams up with Diarmuid to take down some rampant forest golems.

FALL IN 2,701 (Sept, Oct, Nov)

SEPTEMBER - Language is of no concern to him when people lose the ability to understand one another. He returns to Treun for the wreath festival, and is knee-deep in the resulting riots. 'Wish you were here' postcard material. Ben takes a look through Javik's eyes to check up on him, and Javik doesn't appreciate it.

OCTOBER - Samhain! Javik meets Wan (twice), argues with Damon, gets drunk with Unseelie soldiers and the Brucolac, gets harassed by Effy and Archer and dances with Vanessa. He later returns to Vanessa's spire despite her warning against it.

NOVEMBER - After Samhain, Javik makes his yearly trip to Loch Sluagh, to visit the grave of Vridan and replace the marker. Following this he will return to Dorchadas to pick up his duties in the Unseelie army.

WINTER IN 2,701/2,702 (Dec, Jan, Feb)

DECEMBER - Protheans may have evolved as hunters, but the White Hart gets the drop on him. Javik will be a bear for the remainder of the month.

JANUARY - Travelling Dorchadas and/or a bear.

FEBRUARY - Travelling Dorchadas. Javik catches up with Katsa at the third spire, Diasbaile.

SPRING IN 2,702 (Mar, Apr)

MARCH - The skeletons strike while Javik is at Damon's spire.

APRIL - Missing fairies. Who cares.

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He made no comment on the brief falter, but he looked at Maglor curiously, tilting his head slightly.

"I do not know that name. Tell me about them."

"The Ambarussa? Ah, I suppose you would not. They were the youngest of my brothers, and apart from Maedhros, the only two with amil's hair. When they were born they were so alike mother called them by the same name - Ambarussa. Father was dismayed, and asked that she name them individually - and she looked at them and said that one was Umbarto - Fated, but time would tell which twin it was. Father was even more dismayed, and changed the name to Ambarto - 'upwards exalted'. For himself, he named them 'Pityafinwe and Telufinwe" - 'Little Finwe' and 'Last Finwe', for they were the last of his sons - Amrod and Amras, they became in Sindarin. But... they themselves always called each other Ambarussa. And my brother Amras, little Pityo... he was the one Fated, for he died on the ships when Father set them alight, and never set foot on Middle-earth. But they were hunters, like Celegorm but less wild."

Javik listened, though his expression bordered on confused and uncomprehending. Prothean family units had their own quirks, but elves... Well, that sure was something.

"That is..." he trailed off, unsure of how to respond. Definitely alien. He cleared his throat. "Unusual."

Honesty was the best policy, as the humans said, even if they got offended when you told the truth.

Maglor quirks a smile at Javik, not in the slightest offended.

"Well, seven sons is passing rare for the Eldar, and twins the same, but the thing with names is fairly common. We... like names, we Noldor. Mother-names especially are often prophetic or symbolic. And it is not unusual to chose a name yourself, as time goes by and you find one that fits, or for family to give you one for the same reasons. Why, my older brother has no less than five!"

"Twins were extraordinarily rare among my people." Alright, so he managed to find one thing out of all of that they had in common. "But before my time, we had large families."

As far as he knew, he had no siblings. Not that it mattered, since they'd been dead for fifty thousand years if they'd ever existed at all.

"What did you call him?"

"They are unusual but not unheard of. I do believe the Ambarussa were the very first pair, although not the last."

His family is fond of firsts.

"I? I always called him 'Nyelo' - it was the short form of his father-name, 'Nyelafinwe', which was far too long for my child-self to pronounce! It stuck, even into adulthood, and all my brothers and most of the cousins used the same."

"When we named someone," Javik gave Maglor a meaningful look. "We called them what we named them."

He was a silent a moment, before he gave a short laugh. He thought Vega had been bad with the nicknames, but Maglor and his family took it about five steps further past the point of ridiculousness.

"We should go." He straightened up, the motion catching the attention of the varren. Maglor could list however many names he had while they were hunting.

Maglor laughs a little in response. "And what if the name no longer fitted, later? For us, names define us, in many ways. If you wanted a break with your past self you might rename yourself then. I... do not, for example, think of myself as Makalaure any longer, only Maglor - the innocence of the child Makalaure is no longer applicable to me."

Makalaure is dead he told his father He died on the sands of Alqualonde, with his wife's body on his blade. There is only Maglor, now

He gets up and whistles as the varren lift their heads, and the pup comes gambolling over to sit at his feet.

"Here now my brave one" He bends to pet it "Shall we go hunting with your parents?"

"That is what title and rank is for," he said, shrugging. Commander, Avatar, 'the prothean' - those weren't new names to him. Things changed, yes, but your name was your own. Vega had tried to make 'Buggy' stick, but his lack of reaction made it fade with time. "I imagine other species had difficulty identifying you."

Especially the short-lived humans. Written records of elves by men must have been a nightmare.

Athame and Prativ were up a moment later, the latter looking bleary-eyed from being roused. Javik stood, and the pair of them were at his side a moment later.

"You may lead us," he told Maglor, then waved one hand at the pup. "But he will have to follow his parents."

"Ah we had those as well, but ... a name is more personal, after all." Maglor smiles a little. "Not really? We usually had a public name, and everyone would use that, and only rarely did that one change. It was the names we used for family and friends that might shift with time."

Maglor nods and whistles to get the pup's attention before pointing at it's parents. "Go on" He tells it firmly. "And do as they do." The pup looks back and forth and then trots to sit at Athame & Prativ's feet obediently.

"Very well then, let us be off and we will see what may be rousted."

He supposed that made more sense, along the lines of hanar having a soul name and a face name. The face name, in Maglor's case, would be what everyone called him. It was still bizarre, though, and comparing something to the hanar was never all that flattering.

Javik made a clicking sound in the back of his throat, and then the varren were off, pup scrambling after them. Checking his sword, and sliding his crossbow off his shoulder, he looked back to Maglor.

"Lead, and I will follow."

"Let us see what we can find!" Maglor nods with a smile and sets off at a soft lope that he knows from past experience Javik can match, running soft footed and following the Varren, senses open and questing for any signs of wildlife.

Journeys with a Prothean (Year Two)

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