[target practice is all fun and games if the target doesn't complain. if it's the size of a man, bright against the darkness, and Merlin is lost wandering the corridors of his mind.
(the blizzard outside of the window is lessening, and soon, they will rejoice. except those who remember.)
he turns his head, mouth cracking open, and at that moment, Mikuni's going to hit the winning shot with a seed, which flies into his mouth. that's a wakeup call, for sure, and he jolts awake, trying to spit the thing out before he chokes - it must be one of Cath Palug's attempts to murder him, his half asleep brain says - and in trying to bat away a nonexistent enemy and grab at his staff and make sure he doesn't eat this unknown thing, he rolls over and falls out of the tree.
by sheer luck, he manages to twist so that he falls down to sit instead of just slamming face first into the dirt, but it's still a fall. and the absence of a small furry creature hurling insults at him also noted, he blinks, and looks up at the man before him.
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(the blizzard outside of the window is lessening, and soon, they will rejoice. except those who remember.)
he turns his head, mouth cracking open, and at that moment, Mikuni's going to hit the winning shot with a seed, which flies into his mouth. that's a wakeup call, for sure, and he jolts awake, trying to spit the thing out before he chokes - it must be one of Cath Palug's attempts to murder him, his half asleep brain says - and in trying to bat away a nonexistent enemy and grab at his staff and make sure he doesn't eat this unknown thing, he rolls over and falls out of the tree.
by sheer luck, he manages to twist so that he falls down to sit instead of just slamming face first into the dirt, but it's still a fall. and the absence of a small furry creature hurling insults at him also noted, he blinks, and looks up at the man before him.
...well. one way to make a first impression.]