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[awaitingalbion]

[With a clearing of his throat, Merlin addresses the journal system.]

Perhaps...I am not really cut out to be a knight. Although, it'd be nice to get some of the recognition. A knight is never stuck serving breakfast.

[There's a quiet, longing look as Merlin looks "off screen" towards Arthur's abandoned sword. Knights, after all, had so much more of an acceptable heroism.]

Miss Fina, could I request an audience with you? It's about--err--what we talked about, last time. I could use some help.

[Merlin is shown drawing a palm across his face. He grumbles.] Arthur's still not back.

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[notvader.livejournal.com]

[ now this catches anakin's attention in a way nothing else in luceti has. ]

--knight?

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[awaitingalbion.livejournal.com]

Yes, a knight; however, I don't think it was the right career choice for me.

[He's a little confused by this sudden questioning.]

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[notvader.livejournal.com]

Why not? Because you're better fit to serving breakfast?

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[awaitingalbion.livejournal.com]

Well, no. [He puzzles that one out.] I may serve breakfast, but it's not what I'm best at. Arthur tells me I'm mostly rubbish at it anyway.

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[canyonsiniowa.livejournal.com]

[ Don't mind the raspy voice, Merlin. ]

Arthur's gone?

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[awaitingalbion.livejournal.com]

[There's a hum of consideration.]

Yes. He has been, for several days now. The Malnosso took him.

[Aha! Wait a sec, recognition:] Sir Kirk?

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[canyonsiniowa.livejournal.com]

Hey, Merlin. You doing alright? [ GRIIN. SIR 8D ]

I don't remember seeing him when I was captured.

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[awaitingalbion.livejournal.com]

You were captured, as well?

[Hmm. Until now it had been a sure reality to him that only Arthur had been missing.]

[screw-the-rules.livejournal.com]

[Oh hey, it's the guy with the big sword...]

Ain't there some kinda middle ground? I mean, it ain't like being a knight or serving breakfast are the only two choices you got--right?

[awaitingalbion.livejournal.com]

There isn't a lot of room for upward mobility, where I'm from.

[screw-the-rules.livejournal.com]

So? Who gives a damn about that? You can still do whatever the hell you want. Let other people put limits on you, and you'll be serving breakfast the rest of your life.

[awaitingalbion.livejournal.com]

Serving breakfast keeps me close to the prince. I need that.

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[mermaidofnoel.livejournal.com]

[Razette quickly pops up on screen and shakes her head at him, then points to him and gives him a thumbs up. You did a good job as a knight, Mr. Merlin!]

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[awaitingalbion.livejournal.com]

[He's quite happy to see her from across the journal and smiles.] Miss Razette. How are you?

[He...pauses awkwardly. He has certainly come to the conclusion that Razette cannot speak, but sometimes forgets that before he asks such specific questions.]

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[mermaidofnoel.livejournal.com]

[She points to herself and gives him a thumbs up, then points to him. How about you?]

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[awaitingalbion.livejournal.com]

Doing much better now that I've stopped lugging around the sword. [He smiles, then--looking down at the pages--he wonders aloud:] Razette, can you write?

[He mimes writing.]

[taintedruby.livejournal.com]

[But that one page always served breakfast back in the company. Jaffar isn't one for talking, but the journal might record him... thoughtfully staring with his dead on the inside eyes]

[awaitingalbion.livejournal.com]

[Eventually, Merlin catches sight of the eyes staring and his own brow furrows.]

Err--hello? Can I help you? [He taps the journal page.]

[taintedruby.livejournal.com]

[...Shaking his head. No. Not really]

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[silviteadvocate.livejournal.com]

Ah... um of course, Merlin.

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[awaitingalbion.livejournal.com]

[His voice is much softer than when he speaks to any of the others.]

Are you feeling any better? Or--or I could still come by where you're staying. If you don't mind.

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[silviteadvocate.livejournal.com]

I-I don't mind at all...

[inabook]

[It's not so much a matter of whether knights serve breakfast as whether you'd want them to. But it wouldn't be polite to defame Flynn's cooking in public.]

So you were affected by the experiment?

[awaitingalbion.livejournal.com]

I suppose so. Was that all it was? An experiment?

[inabook]

It seems that way. There were too many strange new hobbies to be a coincidence.