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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.
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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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besides. this one was singing, and he appreciates that.]
If I knew what I was really supposed to be looking at in the sky, then perhaps, but I'm not going to mind a break.
[a smile for a smile.]
I liked your song.
[the what are you can wait until a better moment to interject, after he's gotten the initial thoughts out of the way.]
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it's- it's been a while since he's done this sort of thing. singing. human singing, especially. he had been a bit nervous when he realised that someone else is here, but the compliments ease whatever little worries and shyness he may have had about this. he likes him already! ]
It's from my mom's world. It's much prettier in French but it's been decades since I've last spoken that language. [ he's pretty sure his enunciation for the stuff is atrocious. no need to make great grandpa do cartwheels in his mausoleum. ] I don't think I've meet you before, mister! Are you new?
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Compared to most I've met here, yes. Less than two weeks ago, I found myself here.
[a blink of an eye, really.]
But please, no need for the mister. Just call me Merlin.
1/3
2/3
Like I know maybe you're named after him because he's a super popular person where I'm from and there's a dozen Merlins running around where I'm from but I don't know you look different and seem different and feel different if that makes sense and and and Astoria is bringing in those who can help in helping others and who would be better in this than the Merlin and I want to believe and ohhh-!
My mom! My mom has, like, sooooooo many books and stories about your adventures and they are so cool since you were so cool in them and I can see why mom admired you a lot and and and and, apparently, she styled her granted title - the Nationbuilder - after yours which is the Kingmaker and I’m not gonna lie your title is a little cooler than mom - but mom's title is cool too! - since it is the original granted title and those are, like, so rare to be given out where I’m from so that’s cool in on itself and-
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he shuts up immediately, almost too afraid to speak up again. ]
So-Sor... Sorry. [ he ducks his helm while rubbing the back of his neck, his cheeks darkening in colour. his winglets droop low and almost disappear from view entirely as he speaks, looking every bit of a moritifed kiddo whose hand got caught in the cookie jar. ] I- Um- Sorry.
That must have been weird.
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Weird? Not at all! Such praise and enthusiasm, one can't help but be impressed before it. To meet an admirer of that myth - I only wonder what you've heard of Merlin in those books. Don't apologize for that.
[known even in other places. he's perfectly content - that means the king's tale spread beyond his gaze, and that the story still lives. something that could yet be eternal. what a beautiful dream.]
But to answer your question, yes. I am that very same Merlin.
[the Magus of Flowers, Kingmaker and Stargazer. advisor, prophet, Lord of Avalon, and Grand Caster. but he'll keep that collection to himself - he already said formality wasn't necessary.]
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if only mom was here, he can't help think in a wistful fashion, recalling all the times he's read her notes, her books, her saved essays about the magnus. something about the kingmaker had fascinated his mother in her life and he wished she's here to meet the man himself. ]
I'm Daylight- Daylight vis Lornlit, the Sunsung. Kindled of Radiance vis Noxolarium, the Sundered Star and Kindled from Lorem Laurel. [ usually, he doesn't give his full name out when meeting someone new. he didn't like to bored new folks with how long and lengthy it is, and isn't up for the usual round of questions he faces after saying it.
but! he feels like this is a very important occasion to use it. he's proud of his parents and wants them to be known by merlin himself. ] It's an honour to meet you, Ser Merlin! I've read so many amazing adventures of yours while growing up. The Seven Wonders. The calling of Lady from the Lakes. The Call of the Wilds. It's so great to meet you and-
Wow! Sorry! [ he laughs, clearly flustered yet pleased. ] I, um, have this bad habit of babbling if I get too excited or nervous and it's a bit of both right now and- Yeah.
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I like your enthusiasm! [yes! please tell him how incredible he is, because Mordred's going to beat his ego into the ground.] It's nothing to apologize for, I think. You don't know what it feels like to meet someone who's such an honest fan of what you've done - humbling, almost. I don't even know what to say!
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[ daylight's winglets flutter, his glee plabale in both field and expression. he certainly has no reserves in giving a bow to merlin, low and hopefully regal. he tries to recall the little lessons he got from great grandpa, then finds himself feeling a little pang of nostalgia and homesickness for a man long dead.
when he straightens back up, he's still all smiles and peppiness. ]
I- I hope I wasn't disturbing anything super important. You must have been doing something really cool.
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[was that really cool? he doesn't know. it certainly wasn't important. but it was him looking at the stars, trying to read them, and finding nothing - what a strange and surprising thing that is.]
But you know, you don't have to bow, or call me ser, or any of that. Just Merlin, and I'll call you Daylight. How's that sound?
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[ more than alright. inside, daylight is going squeeeee! and needs to lock down the urges to have his winglets go nuts in their fluttering. he's on first name basis with merlin. the merlin!!
he really wishes mom is here with him. he bets she would be impressed by these turn of events. ]
Have you found anything interesting about the stars so far? [ daylight looks up, now taking the time to admire the view of glitterpoints of light that are scattered across the sky. ] Stars like these make me wish I had taken up astronomy lessons with my uncles. I bet they could tell you a lot of interesting things about this place.
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[and that in itself is curious indeed.]
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he immediately looks up at the sky, like he would notice that himself now that it's been pointed out to him. never mind the fact he never really got around to getting a good look at the sky up until this point. ]
How did you figure that out?
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[like a singularity.]
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sermerlin's words with rapt attention. ]Hmm... Lady Astoria can do a lot of neat tricks. [ like, for example, give them new abilities while seemingly(?) locking their original set away. daylight does wish he could fly around again. he was just starting to get the hang of it. ] I bet it'd be the latter. There's a lot of cool things here in around the Temple like the plant lambs and the dragons and the faeries.
Combined with the fact we travel to place to place - world to world? - I guess the magic is showing its side-effects and it, um, could be worse?