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[awaitingalbion]

[The sound of a throat-clearing cough.]

Can anyone tell me about a blue-haired girl who calls herself a soldier?

[But earlier this day--before he makes the voice post--Merlin is out picking up fresh ingredients for Arthur's evening meal. He is in the shop, picking through some vegetables. He looks...confused.]

Comments

[Written | Mercury]

[awaitingalbion.livejournal.com]

He's...a big part of it, yes. But I'm also concerned for general safety.

Re: [Written | Mercury]

[no-use-running.livejournal.com]

Don't worry.

[Written | Mercury]

[awaitingalbion.livejournal.com]

Camelot's greatest warrior was out for a day because of what you did to him--of course I'm going to worry.

Re: [Written | Mercury]

[no-use-running.livejournal.com]

That may be. But Camelot isn't here. He's nothing.

[Written | Mercury]

[awaitingalbion.livejournal.com]

He's...[a scribble, and then nothing else.]

Re: [Written | Mercury]

[no-use-running.livejournal.com]

Something to say?

[Written | Mercury]

[awaitingalbion.livejournal.com]

He may not be a prince here, but he isn't nothing either.

Re: [Written | Mercury]

[no-use-running.livejournal.com]

He's nothing to me.

[Written | Mercury]

[awaitingalbion.livejournal.com]

But you make it sound like this energy is so important. If people like him are the source, I don't think it's possible that they could mean nothing to you. They must be everything.

Re: [Written | Mercury]

[no-use-running.livejournal.com]

Humans are fuel. But there are always more. They're numerous on this planet.

[Written | Mercury]

[awaitingalbion.livejournal.com]

[As per Arthur's commandrequest, Merlin stops answering the blue-haired soldier.]

[Written]

[regisquefuturi.livejournal.com]

[Well, Merlin, this handwriting is probably familiar.]

Leave it, Merlin.

[Written]

[awaitingalbion.livejournal.com]

[There's....a long pause. Then, slowly:] Yes, sire.

[Written]

[regisquefuturi.livejournal.com]

It's not worth arguing over. Least of all with her.

[Written]

[awaitingalbion.livejournal.com]

You're going to allow her to talk about you like that? [He sounds...surprised.]

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[regisquefuturi.livejournal.com]

[He'll say this loud enough that Merlin can hopefully hear, because he doesn't want her overhearing, really.]

She's not entirely wrong.

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[awaitingalbion.livejournal.com]

[Stationed in the lounge-area, he's not too far away to hear. Unmoving so that he can avoid Arthur's eyes, he says:]

Look, I know I said those things during the storm about there being no princes here--but I bet I was wrong. I usually am. Which means that she is wrong, as well.

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[regisquefuturi.livejournal.com]

[He rolls his eyes a bit and makes a face.]

Don't flatter yourself, Merlin.

[action]

[regisquefuturi.livejournal.com]

No, it's nothing to do with your outburst. However, it certainly is true that we are quite a ways from Camelot.

[action]

[awaitingalbion.livejournal.com]

[Lineface.]

Still, she wasn't right.

[action]

[regisquefuturi.livejournal.com]

[He glances at Merlin, a bit surprised.]

Is there any reason you're so bothered by her words?

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[awaitingalbion.livejournal.com]

[The big fat prophecy stating you're going to be the awesomest king ever, Arthur? =/]

She can't be right; after all, she doesn't know you.

[This answer means that Merlin also cannot bring himself to say you're more than just a prince even though mostly you're a royal ass.]

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[regisquefuturi.livejournal.com]

[He wanders over by the nearby window and leans on the wall there, looking outside.]

No, she doesn't.

[action]

[awaitingalbion.livejournal.com]

You're not actually taking her seriously, are you--Arthur?

[action]

[regisquefuturi.livejournal.com]

[He keeps looking out.]

Tell me, Merlin: what is the duty of the royal family? I'm sure that even someone like you would know that much.