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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.]

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[awaitingalbion.livejournal.com]

[If he could be so bold:] Fina's lucky to have you.

[emp3thy]

[> ...It seems Merlin may be misunderstanding something.]

I feel lucky as well. [...] But we aren't together.

[awaitingalbion.livejournal.com]

[It seems he's really, really misunderstanding things.]

Oh--[he laughs, uncomfortably]--no, I didn't mean that you two were...you know. Like that. Just that she's lucky to have such skilled help. But I suppose it's easy to be a good servant if your lady is as lovely as Fina is.

[emp3thy]

[At that, he... actually looks amused.]

I'm not her servant either. We're friends.

[awaitingalbion.livejournal.com]

[Embarrassed pause.] I see. I just thought--err--when you answered the door and...[He trails off, sucking in his breath and exhaling with a clumsy:] I'm sorry if I've offended you.

[emp3thy]

You didn't. [slipping back into lineface, but... reassuringly so?] There aren't many servants here, though.

[awaitingalbion.livejournal.com]

It sounds like a lot of people do things for themselves, here. That can't be such a bad thing, I suppose.

[emp3thy]

It's not bad to need help. ...But I think it's better on equal ground.

[awaitingalbion.livejournal.com]

Equal ground. [He repeats, quietly. It's a rather foreign concept.] It sounds like a good idea.

[emp3thy]

And it's harder to make work than it sounds. [...] But it still can.

[whoops, looks like the food is almost ready...]

sorry about the delay, total influx of responsibilities kept me away.

[awaitingalbion.livejournal.com]

You think? [Merlin stands back--shirking duty as ever.] I can't imagine it working.

no worries <3

[emp3thy]

[That's okay, he'll put the different ingredients together himself.]

Well, it works here.

[awaitingalbion.livejournal.com]

Are there really no kings, or knights, or royal lords to step up and rule? Or do these Malnosso guys have the throne?

[emp3thy]

It'd be hard to get one accepted. Not everyone comes from countries with kings.

[awaitingalbion.livejournal.com]

That's right--[he misunderstands, as usual]--one bloke said he was an emperor.

[emp3thy]

True. [oh Merlin.] But I meant democracies.

=/ well that was failtastic

[awaitingalbion.livejournal.com]

Democracies?

[emp3thy]

Government run by the people.

[awaitingalbion.livejournal.com]

By the people? How do the people manage that?

[emp3thy]

Elections.

[taking the food off the stove now.] You vote for a representative. Representatives vote on laws.

[awaitingalbion.livejournal.com]

Voting? [He looks...amused. Impressed and amused. By both the concepy and the stove. He had been wondering where the roasting pit was.]

And that's how it works in your world?

[emp3thy]

In my country. [he sets it aside and retrieves some bowls] The Emperor's power is ceremonial.

[awaitingalbion.livejournal.com]

It sounds like a fantastic place. I mean, not that Camelot's bad. Sure, King Uther can be a very strict leader but quite a lot of the subjects are happy and looked after.

[emp3thy]

That's good.

[here, Merlin, have a bowl of okayu.]

[awaitingalbion.livejournal.com]

[He accepts it with a smile, wrapping his fingers around the bowl. It looks good.

His free hand reaches out for...a spoon? He recognizes this implement, at least.]