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magicus[ Merlin hadn't really expected to ever be running inane errands for Arthur again (for more reason than one), but he took to it with thrilled enthusiasm at the start. It was familiar, and it was simple, and-
Well, it got old after a few days, actually. And it's particularly old right now. He's attempting to carry a tenuously high stack of books back from the castle's library to Arthur's house (which, Arthur living in a house when there's a castle nearby, how's that for backwards) when he trips in the snow and sends the books and himself sprawling.
He only looks mildly chagrined as he goes to collect the books, some of which have more or less vanished into a snowbank. His journal happens to be one of them, and no, he's not aware it's open. ]
- perfect, now he'll call me an idiot for ruining the pages. Probably doesn't even read them. Don't know if anybody's told you, Arthur, but you aren't exactly busy being a king here. If you really wanted to read, you could go to the library like a normal person instead of just keeping books round the house to make you look intelligent.
[ Then, a bit more distracted and muttered under his breath as he focuses on one of the books: ]
King of Cabbage Heads, maybe.
[ Okay, so he might be more than mildly chagrined. He's also crouched down and testing out drying one of the books with magic, but if anyone sees him, he just looks like he's focusing very hard on a ruined book. ]
( ooc: open to action or over the journal! )
Well, it got old after a few days, actually. And it's particularly old right now. He's attempting to carry a tenuously high stack of books back from the castle's library to Arthur's house (which, Arthur living in a house when there's a castle nearby, how's that for backwards) when he trips in the snow and sends the books and himself sprawling.
He only looks mildly chagrined as he goes to collect the books, some of which have more or less vanished into a snowbank. His journal happens to be one of them, and no, he's not aware it's open. ]
- perfect, now he'll call me an idiot for ruining the pages. Probably doesn't even read them. Don't know if anybody's told you, Arthur, but you aren't exactly busy being a king here. If you really wanted to read, you could go to the library like a normal person instead of just keeping books round the house to make you look intelligent.
[ Then, a bit more distracted and muttered under his breath as he focuses on one of the books: ]
King of Cabbage Heads, maybe.
[ Okay, so he might be more than mildly chagrined. He's also crouched down and testing out drying one of the books with magic, but if anyone sees him, he just looks like he's focusing very hard on a ruined book. ]
( ooc: open to action or over the journal! )
first; dictated
Dec. 30th, 2012 01:17 pmmagicus[ This isn't his castle, and he should probably be more concerned, but after the last few weeks - well, it's the least of his worries. Besides, magical intervention isn't exactly a foreign concept to Merlin, so when the journal announces its presence to him by opening with an insistent rustle of its pages, his curiosity wins out over suspicion. The voices are startling, and the writing, but he can't pretend he's not impressed. And, because there's nobody around to call him foolish for talking to a book- ]
Hello?
[ And that's him on the page. Strange, but he adjusts quickly. It's hardly more invasive than people (or dragons) being in your head, after all. ]
Is there anyone who can tell me where I am? Write it, speak it - this is magic, isn't it?
[ And being in an unknown castle where apparently magic's allowed is surreal enough for him to try something that even he thinks is foolish, but he swears he saw the name "Pendragon" on one of those pages. ]
I come from a place with magic, but it's nothing like this. It's called Camelot. If you've heard of it, or if you've been there - if I've even left it, actually, and if I haven't I must look like a complete prat, but - I'd love to hear of it.
[ Then an awkward pause, because he's not quite sure what etiquette for magical books is. ]
Thank you?
( OOC: Edit to say 4th walling is fine, but if it involves other members of the cast, filters might be best! )
Hello?
[ And that's him on the page. Strange, but he adjusts quickly. It's hardly more invasive than people (or dragons) being in your head, after all. ]
Is there anyone who can tell me where I am? Write it, speak it - this is magic, isn't it?
[ And being in an unknown castle where apparently magic's allowed is surreal enough for him to try something that even he thinks is foolish, but he swears he saw the name "Pendragon" on one of those pages. ]
I come from a place with magic, but it's nothing like this. It's called Camelot. If you've heard of it, or if you've been there - if I've even left it, actually, and if I haven't I must look like a complete prat, but - I'd love to hear of it.
[ Then an awkward pause, because he's not quite sure what etiquette for magical books is. ]
Thank you?
( OOC: Edit to say 4th walling is fine, but if it involves other members of the cast, filters might be best! )