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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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[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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[Connor said his partner came with his dog... But maybe it didn't happen that way all the time.]
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[and what a good thing that was, too.]
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[She's not too familiar with the less utilitarian use for animals (ironically, perhaps, giving what some people would say she was half of), so the idea of being attached to a particular pet is a bit odd, so... you can replace a magical animal, right?
Er- maybe?]
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[too hard to explain that another companion, in his isolation, would be very difficult to come by. simple to pretend instead that he has no need of such a thing.]
You don't find someone like him too often.
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Someone like him...]
Do you have any friends here? I heard some people come with people from their villages...
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[he lets that trail off. Waver was one thing, Bedivere another, and Mordred third. there was too much difference to group them together.]
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Confused as to the right thing to say, Konoha tries to keep staring at the sky... But shit she should say something...]
The stars are really pretty here, at least...
[UGH, SO DUMB KONOHA...]
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[he accepts the change in conversation smoothly, letting it fill the space instead. there's nothing to stress about, his demeanor says, so he won't.]
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[It is a bit comforting, even if they aren't familiar, and she gets lost a moment, staring up at it... until she shakes her head a bit, smiling wryly.]
Sorry, I disturbed you...
[Pestering a strange man with all sorts of questions, geez-]
I'll let you go back to your business- let me know if you need anything here, though.