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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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No, it would be really rude to do that to someone I just met.
[that doesn't stop him from doing it on a regular basis, though. but it certainly sounds pretty to say otherwise.]
Nice to meet you, Konoha.
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[That makes sense! A bit belatedly, Konoha dips into a slight bow, hands folded ladylike in front of her lower chest.]
You are newly arrived, aren't you? I don't think I've seen you before, mister... ?
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[he's already thrown most formality out the window when it comes to these Circle members. what's one more?]
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[It's a weird name by her standards, but apparently "Konoha" and "jinba" were weird to other people, so-
Instead, as if she were a big dog and not a centaur, she sits down rump first, forelegs straight, gaze drifting up again.]
So you don't recognize these either, huh? Even with magic and all that?
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[but he says it like it's no concerning thing - like it's going to be pleasant, in the end.]
A new world means a new sky, every inch of it.
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[And that is impressive in a way to Konoha, who has struggled for months now to figure out what she thought of this place and how to accept it as reality. She can't help but look at this Merlin again a bit jealously, even as she berates herself for such a silly thing.]
My world didn't have magic or anything like this,
[Says the centaur?]
So for me... it's crazy. But... are you used to things like this?
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[hey, if he were to judge too badly, it would say something for him. granted, the only centaurs he's seen have been enemies, but she seems calm, reasonable. cute, for a girl with four legs.
but for him, it's practically an aura - it'll be fine - from his posture to the crook of his smile. because it could be worse. it could be much, much worse than a place with food and shelter and no monsters breathing down their necks.]
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[He just seems... really calm. Almost in a comforting way.]
I've gotten kind of used to the magic, we had stories about it, but. Not... other worlds. I've never even left my village.
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[was it better, he had heard, to learn one place intimately or many places on the surface? that felt like this situation.]
If you had to come to another world, at least you got this one. A lot of us in the same situation, someone who wants to at least make sure you have a place to stay - it's kinder than others.
But tell me something about your village.
[tell him a story, is what he's implying.]
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What about it? Like- a real story, or a story story?
[It's hard for Konoha to imagine a man who looks and seems as mysterious as this one would be interested in the bucolic goings on of a small, medieval mountain village.]
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[those were their own sort of treasures, and he looks at her like there's nothing better he wants to listen to.]
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[Unsure which is a more fascinating sight, this strange, beautiful looking man or the unfamiliar stars, Konoha's gaze keeps drifting between the two as she tries to think of something worth telling in her life, a life she considers to have been rather normal.
Her eyes alight on his pale hair, and it reminds her of something.]
Once, I was coming home late from work... and it was autumn, you know, and the full moon, so I wasn't as worried even though it was dark... and in this one clearing... there was a giant buck... all white.
[She's gestures as she speaks, an animated talker.]
It was just shining there in the moonlight, and it was almost like some sort of god's familiar... or maybe a god! I don't know... when it saw me, it just looked, and then it walked away, calm as you please.
[... Was that a good story?]
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Perhaps a messenger, taking a rest before it moved onto the next world.
[it was a good story.]
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[Even she doesn't really know, of course, but! It had seemed so magical in that moment.]
No one at work believed me, they said I must have been seeing things, but I definitely saw it.
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[it could have been magic. that's all one needs to have a memory worth dwelling on. that possibility.]
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[It was more magical, more special that way. After all, didn't the stories say that divine messengers were all white, like spirits?
Do they have things like that in your world?
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[he sounds fond, all around, though. just thinking about him...
just not going to mention the substantial grudge between them.]
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[It was still so weird to hear about worlds where the things she only knew from stories were apparently very real, but... she has to get used to it. There hasn't been a single person she's met yet who seemed to be from even remotely the same life as she'd led, so-]
Was it white? What kind of animal was it?
[Would it match with this Merlin person... ?]
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[honestly, no one really knew what kind of creature he was. so many different things in one small body.]
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[Said as only a girl from an age where paper has to be painstakingly made by hand could say.]
I can imagine it! So... he looks kind of like your hair?
[White... long... fluffy...........]
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[he's still going to draw the picture, in the end. all of his sketches were back in the other world - it helped to have visual aid, for storytelling and his own memory. there's more to add, always, and with time, things will grow fuzzy if he can't trigger it back into his head.]
A face with a cute little nose, and big eyes to peer at the world. And very, very sharp teeth.
[they have been sunk into his face before.]
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[She's set on finding something similar enough to get a good enough picture without making him waste paper, and also... she seems to be kind of having fun with the guessing game, brow furrowed in concentration and a hand on her chin in thought. Hmmm....]
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[he's trying, ok.]
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Nose like a weasel... bigger eyes... rabbit ears... small size... fluffy tail like Merlin's hair... okay! She slaps her fist and palm together, smiling.]
I think I got it!
[Eureka! Maybe.]
It sounds really cute!
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[everyone knows that, even Fou.]
Really cute, and really smart. He was a good companion.
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