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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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When I feel like it, yeah. You?
[he's no closer to unraveling the illness, but he's met a host of people. this Circle - it was as eccentric as could be hoped.]
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The stupid thing is filthy and needs to be cleaned. ]
Can sing, but I don't like to. Always had to do it for other people and never because I wanted to.
[ The thing is caked with dirt, blood, and who knows what else in between the metal pieces. Her brow furrows in focus and the spaces between her words drawn out because of it. ]
Maybe you should get a band going– round up all the other pretty boys and give them instruments.. this place could use some excitement. Or at least something else to do besides sitting around and waiting to die.
[ From the plague. ]
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[he says it airily enough like it's fact, even though he's not the one sneezing and feeling like trash. there had to be a cure - it was why he was out here so much, in the end.]
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[ she looks up finally, and frowns. ]
What makes you so sure? This is always how it starts– fevers, sneezing, then next thing you know we're burning bodies and sage.
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[hopefully...but Mordred's words lit the fire under his ass, and so he's actually been looking for things he can use to help counteract this. alchemy was just another branch of magic, after all, and what he can do that doesn't require spells. just creation.]
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[ She doesn't seem particularly moved by his declaration, but there's just the slightest bit of clear curiosity in her tone. ]
Why? Because you care– or because you can?
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[that's not an answer, but it's the one she's getting.]
...And also, I intend on proving a certain person quite wrong about me.
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[ Sarcastic as she is she sounds kind of amused. ]
But people have done things for worse reasons I guess. Doesn't matter why as long as you get the job done, right?
[ Though that does make her wonder about the person in question he's trying to prove wrong. ]
Wouldn't let that person know you did it just to spite them, though. You'll give them too much power and credit if you do.
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[but it would feel good to know it got under her skin, and that's all he needs to persevere.]
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[ Though she doesn't sound all that sympathetic. With her arm all washed, clean and shiny, she begins the arduous process of putting it back on, though this time her attention remains on him. ]
So, next question– how're you going to do that, exactly? Did they give you any stupid powers that'll help?
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[except. it requires other people to actually work.]
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[ She's only seen one other person's powers at work, but it was hardly anything useful enough to clear a plague. ]
Hell, I'll show you mine if you show me yours.
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[and it's not like he's experimented with this to make it easier to summarize.]
Think of where your strength dwells in you. Let me know when you're ready.
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Where does her strength dwell? Does she actually have any strength?
The closest thing she has perhaps, is the ability to move mountains and raise hell for the people she has dared to love. ]
..Okay, do your thing I guess? You don't actually need me to tell you what it is, right?
[ because that would be embarrassing!! ]
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[he stands up, picking up the staff he'd brought with him, and looks at her carefully before he closes his eyes, breathing in, extending his free hand where a glow starts to build -
the magic is warm, like a summer breeze, washing over her and settling there. bolstering, the confidence of someone saying you can and meaning it, a deep breath that pushes one on. where her strength is - where she shines, she shines even brighter, in a few ways. and that glow that had built up in his hand surrounds her, faintly shining.]
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It makes her feel oddly bashful. When it's done, she looks at her hands, and then back up at him. ]
I don't feel any diff–
[ She stops, a sudden realization donning on her features. Zero frowns and stands. ]
Ask me to do something– anything. I need to check something.
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...Punch something, if you would?
[what was he supposed to ask? but the magic seems to have taken on her, which he likes.]
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[ And then, as if guided by some invisible force, her human arm lifts almost mechanically, balls into a fist one finger at a time and then lunges at him.]
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Hey, hey, what the hell? What was that for?
[don't??? punch him when he's helping you??]
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[ She holds the hand she'd just tried to punch him with down with her other hand, like she's fearful it may try and lunge on its own again. ]
Your powers, dumbass– that's what they did. You asked me to do something and I had to do it.
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[that's a new one! but all things considered, he can't be mad for too long - he should have been specific.]
It shows up differently on everyone.
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[ There's just the slightest flustered note in the way she snaps. She takes a step forward, hand baling into a fist again but this time of her own accord. ]
Anyway, get rid of it– whatever you did.
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[better than saying that he can't actually dispel it at will.]
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And what am I supposed to do if someone asks me to do some freak shit before that happens, huh?!
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[she's cute - even though he should probably be concerned, that registers to him. but he means it, for there's nothing to gain by being so cruel.]
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