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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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Well. What is it like?
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It is full of twists and turns and complications. And that, despite and because of it, is a beautiful world.
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[Merlin do you know how to properly describe things, his android brain really would like some details.]
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Yes. Earth.
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[Connor actually manages to frown at that.]
That hardly narrows it down. I can technically say that I'm from Earth, too. Can you specify where on Earth?
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[and if he actually feels like telling you anyway.]
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If the secret is merely where you come from, then yes, I can keep it to myself if you ask me to.
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[and he's still not going to give the right answer when they get there.]
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[He looks at Merlin expectantly. EXPECTANTLY! ...as his usually even-tempered look will manage it.]
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Do you believe in magic, Connor?
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Regardless, the answer requires some consideration.]
I didn’t used to. But I would be blind to say that it doesn’t exist in some form after all that’s happened here.
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That's because, in many worlds, magecraft is a guarded secret. Imagine what the world would do if suddenly it became news that there were people who could change the very laws of reality living among everyone. But it's real - both magecraft and true magic, and it's why we're here right now speaking. And the reason I say that is because that world is what I am referring to when I say that the universe is a living thing, with its own will. Capable of doing miracles to preserve itself.
[it's a derailment.]
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That does make sense, of course. And while I appreciate the clarification, however metaphysical, I've noticed you've figuratively stepped around the query at hand. Do you not like answering personal questions? Would you rather have me derive my own conclusions, even if they may not be correct?
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[that's it. that's why he's been doing this. his own whim and fancy.]
But really, my own life is boring. There are a lot better things to question me about, when it comes down to it. Tell me your conclusions - I'm sure they're more interesting than the truth.
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[Nothing chastising, nothing derisive. Just pick a different time to… pick on him…. Merlin…]
Your accent is the most obvious thing to note. Do you hail from the UK? Or… the equivalent, in your version of Earth?
[EARTH, he hasn’t forgotten]
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[What the heck is he going to do with a flattering version of the truth, after all?]
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[and he is, after all, a storyteller. with that said, he turns away, to leave the kitchen and search for something else to occupy his time.]