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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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Hello to you too, Mordred.
[it wasn't a question about what mood she was in, but rather, why. did the illness concern her so?]
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[ For many reasons. She knows that he wasn't expecting her, and takes all the pleasure she can from it. One-upping know-it-alls feels so good! (someone's petty...) ]
Well? Don't you have healing potions to brew or something?
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[that's work he didn't sign up for. wasn't there aren't a crew of people running around searching for a cure. moreover, he hasn't been asked.]
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[ No skin off her nose! Arthur would probably be disappointed, though. ]
Unless... you can't. You lost your powers, didn't you?
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oh, he smiles, with an inch of difference in it.]
Lost them? That would make me careless indeed.
[and he shrugs.]
Not every summoning is perfect. Personally, I wonder how you're faring without your sword.
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I'm happy to show you, but it's better for you to keep your nose out of my business. Might lose that, too.
[ she won't hesitate bitch!!!! ]
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You're the one who decided to call out to me. Why? Did you miss me that terribly?
[he will absolutely keep this going]
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Tch! Frankly I can't stand to look at you, but I needed to confirm that you're here.
[ Likewise, she wanted her own presence known to him for some reason. ]
Are you here alone?
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Yep, seems like it.
[confirm that he's here? was he being talked about? ah, it was bound to happen.]
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[ Or maybe just one knight... the king of knights. ]
I'm surprised you even recognized me.
[ That's... some form of compliment, at least. She would have been a little alarmed if he saw her without her armor back in Camelot. ]
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[he says it plainly, a matter of fact that can't be taken as offense. only the absurdity of trying to get such a strong spell under the nose of a magician like him, practically radiating from her presence.]
It was simply a matter of enough time to be able to see through it without making it obvious. And when I saw your face clearly...
[then he had been able to perceive the shape of things.]
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My face...
[ She knows all too well about her face. There's a reason she was hiding it her whole short life. ]
What did you think?
[ Oddly enough, she's more hung up on that than the spell. ]
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[there's no reason to be lying right now - he'll continue on, until he needs to veil himself again.]
And then I understood what had happened, and I thought that perhaps it was for the best that the king hadn't seen through you yet. Whatever she would feel upon beholding you wasn't something I could fathom.
But I never mistook the two of you. You have something in your eyes that's different, all your own. That's plain enough to see.
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[ One would think she would be more interested in the answer about herself, but she doesn't seem to steer towards it for some reason. Whether it's because she knows the answer already, or doesn't want to know it, will remain a mystery for now. ]
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[and evading the question while he's at it, but it's difficult to say. even now, all those years later...he remembers, as though it were the day before.]
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[ Merlin can probably tell her a lot of things that she doesn't know about the king. Those cold and distant eyes, even up until the end... how could she ever hope to understand her father? What a joke... ]
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he lands on a solution, and exhales slow.]
You've got me. But if you start asking all your questions, you'll be here for a night and a day. So, I'll offer you a deal instead.
[this part is no lie.]
Take time, get better from this plague. Completely healed. And then I'll meet with you, and we can discuss your father.
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The moment is fleeting however, and she snaps, showing her usual colours that everyone has come to know. ]
W-What makes you think I wanna hear about father?! To hell with that!
[ mordred, you literally just asked... ]
Both you and our king just care about where I come from... my face, the spell, I could never be more than that! But even with this cursed life, I surpassed the king!!
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Then why do you care about knowing anything about them? Why not let your own knowledge, your own memories be all that matter? And don't say you don't care - the tantrum you're throwing right now is proof enough that you do.
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[ She says, as she takes out her sword and starts to hack relentlessly at a large stone, chipping pieces away from it with each strike.
(for those of you playing at home: she's having a big tantrum) ]
You... you should have stopped me when you knew! Damnit, whose side are you even on?!
[ Whose side is she on for that matter? It's almost as if she's mad that Merlin didn't interfere and help the king. ]
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warning her wouldn't have stopped Arturia. helping her wouldn't have saved Britain. he saw everything, then, and made the choice that was-
(best? easiest? which?)
Merlin turns away, keeping hold of his staff.]
Find me when you're healed, Mordred.
[they're not having this discussion now. he needs time to brace himself for it, and he begins to walk away, calmly packing up every feeling he's having and putting it away.]
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[ He's walking away from her?! This audacity! And yet, she stands in place, essentially agreeing to those terms. Discussing this with a cooler head, if that's even possible, would be more productive... but more importantly, she'll be at full strength. Yes, good. ]
I will, you can count on it! I'll find you and I'll get answers out of you even if I have to squeeze them out of your throat!! Don't ever forget me, BASTARD!!!
[ jesus, someone please find her chill ]