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acatalepsy_logs2018-09-07 06:54 pm
courtmagic) wrote in acatalepsy_logs2018-09-07 06:54 pm
(open.) sing it low or sing it loud
Who: Merlin and others.
Where: Sometimes the Temple, sometimes the forest.
When: Early September.
Rating: Just PG for now.
What: The Circle's gained a new wizard. He explores, and tries to not get ill.
[this is not a dream. a dream doesn't feel like this - he's trekked across enough of them in the centuries to know. and still, he wonders, because of how different it all is. that woman, and her beautiful eyes - Astoria, she'd called herself. he'd been half numb, struck and dazed when the world beneath his feet did not give. magic at the far reaches of himself, a memory halted in the process of becoming an action.
the world behind his eyes has gone silent, and he marvels at it. the sheer expanse of the unknown. Merlin breathes air utterly new to him, and cannot decide if this is for good or ill. it is, and he must adapt. freedom at a price, or the illusion of such. there is much to contemplate, but as ever, the only road ahead is forward.
--
of course, he explores the Temple. it's where they're supposed to be, after all, a place with rooms and beds and one he finds unoccupied with a single to lay his head. but beyond that, he wanders, peeking in at various areas. the kitchen is where a hopeful might look to find someone else doing the work of cooking that he can charm the result out of - why bother if he could simply get it for free? other times he's in the halls, seemingly searching for something. not someone, of course. that would be asking for far too much. but when evening falls, he heads to the outskirts, to watch the sky, a figure in pure white robes. as long as he can, he observes the stars, eyes as intent as a navigator as he traces where they are now.
but the illness is all too apparent. the sickness that infested the land cannot be lifted by hands that haven't been fully summoned, the flowers that could trail behind him not so much as sprouting. only their scent that clings to his clothes, and so he moves outward. can't stay in one place too long, trying to minimize his exposure, and the forest beckons. easy to wander, easy to take a rest nestled up a tree, where the sound of soft snoring gives away his napping, dozing with a few of the nymphs climbing on him. other times, he finds himself at the bank of water, sitting down and humming quietly a song he remembers to amuse himself, considering the plight of what's occurred. but as it happens, sometimes he is trying to converse with the sprites, so worked up are they. it doesn't seem to be excellently going, if his small frown says anything, but they'll notice a newcomer before he does, allowing enough time for greeting.]
[[ooc: please feel free to drop me a note if you'd prefer an individual starter! these can be any time, except for stargazing. choose your own adventure, and hit me with something else if it strikes your fancy!]]
Where: Sometimes the Temple, sometimes the forest.
When: Early September.
Rating: Just PG for now.
What: The Circle's gained a new wizard. He explores, and tries to not get ill.
[this is not a dream. a dream doesn't feel like this - he's trekked across enough of them in the centuries to know. and still, he wonders, because of how different it all is. that woman, and her beautiful eyes - Astoria, she'd called herself. he'd been half numb, struck and dazed when the world beneath his feet did not give. magic at the far reaches of himself, a memory halted in the process of becoming an action.
the world behind his eyes has gone silent, and he marvels at it. the sheer expanse of the unknown. Merlin breathes air utterly new to him, and cannot decide if this is for good or ill. it is, and he must adapt. freedom at a price, or the illusion of such. there is much to contemplate, but as ever, the only road ahead is forward.
--
of course, he explores the Temple. it's where they're supposed to be, after all, a place with rooms and beds and one he finds unoccupied with a single to lay his head. but beyond that, he wanders, peeking in at various areas. the kitchen is where a hopeful might look to find someone else doing the work of cooking that he can charm the result out of - why bother if he could simply get it for free? other times he's in the halls, seemingly searching for something. not someone, of course. that would be asking for far too much. but when evening falls, he heads to the outskirts, to watch the sky, a figure in pure white robes. as long as he can, he observes the stars, eyes as intent as a navigator as he traces where they are now.
but the illness is all too apparent. the sickness that infested the land cannot be lifted by hands that haven't been fully summoned, the flowers that could trail behind him not so much as sprouting. only their scent that clings to his clothes, and so he moves outward. can't stay in one place too long, trying to minimize his exposure, and the forest beckons. easy to wander, easy to take a rest nestled up a tree, where the sound of soft snoring gives away his napping, dozing with a few of the nymphs climbing on him. other times, he finds himself at the bank of water, sitting down and humming quietly a song he remembers to amuse himself, considering the plight of what's occurred. but as it happens, sometimes he is trying to converse with the sprites, so worked up are they. it doesn't seem to be excellently going, if his small frown says anything, but they'll notice a newcomer before he does, allowing enough time for greeting.]
[[ooc: please feel free to drop me a note if you'd prefer an individual starter! these can be any time, except for stargazing. choose your own adventure, and hit me with something else if it strikes your fancy!]]
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He rubs at the back of his head, slowly shaking his apologies. ]
I wouldn't know about either of those. I guess a library's easier to find, though... if you look for a book first, and ask someone where they got it. [ That's assuming nobody carries books around with them. Who does? Nerds. ]
If it's history or something you want to research, asking somebody would be easier too, wouldn't it? [ Someone other than him; sorry he's so unhelpful, and he realizes this, dropping his hand and returning it to his pants pocket. ]
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[he shrugs, not actually bothered.]
There's a lot to see, regardless. An old ruin like this...
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Yeah. It's sure... old. Lots of stone. Not enough metal.
[ Not enough plastics and electronics and all the modern conveniences Minato is used to, and he's never been one for camping out in caves and forests and old ruins that civilizations should have moved on from long ago. ]
Guess I'll keep a lookout for both those things, and— [ The dog barks again, as not to be left out of the conversation. ] Oh. This is Koromaru. He says he'll help too. I think. [ He can't speak dog. ]
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I thank you for your assistance, then.
[wouldn't do to make him feel unwanted in this conversation. but something Minato said plucks at his mind. not enough metal.]
City boy, aren't you? Far flung from the more rustic side of life?
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Yeah, I used to live in a pretty big city. It's a lot different from here. Noisier. [ Lots of other things too, but what strikes him most at the moment is the lack of familiar sounds, not only the number of people, but the honking of cars in heavy traffic, and howling of stray dogs late at night. ]
Did you use to live in a place like this?
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[stonework and magic is as familiar to him as the back of his own hand, in truth. it's the sheer freedom around him that's new.]
But I've visited cities enough - such endlessly fascinating places. I'd never be bored if I lived there, to take in the sights and sounds and people...
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A place like this definitely isn't boring either. Even our arrival... magic like that is pretty interesting, I think.
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[a lesser mage would be burned up trying to pull over just one person, after all.]
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[ He'd only seen her once, though she wasn't speaking to him directly- but rather, to a group of them at large, wary and suspicious and her explanation didn't help alleviate either of those. ]
She said something about bringing us here to "save the world," [ the last few words spoken slowly, as if he isn't sure that's the whole implication of it. ]
Says something about the rest of us, if she thinks we're capable of that.
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[brightly.]
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[ It's saving the world, yes, but does it really require so many people? ]
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[the world savior he knew may have been the only Master, but countless other souls had helped the journey. to save just one world, everyone's stories came together into one.]
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[ He's still kind of amazed at the "miracle" he pulled off, but it all had to do with the strength he was able to draw from everybody supporting him. With so many people here, that power would compound from person to person...
It's a hopeful thought, but the reality is that he has no idea what to do, whether as a cog or as a key player.
He points up at the sky, stretching his arm up as high as it will go, and frowns slightly at the tip of his finger. Nothing happens, but he didn't really expect it to, so he lets his arm drop again. ]
...Dunno what the first step would be, though.
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he shrugs.]
We're already here. That's our step one. She may be on step thirty five already.
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If that's a step in the right direction, I'm feeling a bit better already. And if she has a plan...
[ He mirrors that shrug ]
Then I can go back to literally chasing ghosts, rather than metaphorically doing so.
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[sounds fancier than "ghost hunter", really. and a bit more broad. a step into that opening up.]
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[ "Ghost hunter" might actually be more accurate, as all he's doing is simply being on the look out for them and following, rather than actually learning anything. That is the plan, though, to eventually learn something, somehow. ]
Last time I had to "research" ghosts, I mostly just asked around for what others know. Can you give me any insight on them? The ones here.
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[and now he looks a bit at a loss.]
I...wouldn't know about this place. I haven't been here two weeks yet.
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[ It might take several hours for one to show up, though; he's tried following them, but they keep phasing through somewhere inaccessible and he can't tell where they come from or where they go. ]
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[Merlin grins - he's got nothing but time to spend, and it'd be a change of pace.]
Should I keep an eye out for you?
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[ He's a homebody at heart, but the garden is a nice place to be, ghosts or no ghosts, and being as sick as he is, he doesn't quite feel up to exploring the place or delving into the woods just yet, so it's a safe bet he'll be there. ]
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spirits here. what a delightful surprise. he really does want to see them.]