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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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[canyonsiniowa.livejournal.com]

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

Arthur's gone?

[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?

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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!]

[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]

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[silviteadvocate.livejournal.com]

Ah... um of course, Merlin.

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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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[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?

[awaitingalbion.livejournal.com]

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

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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.

[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.]

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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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[silviteadvocate.livejournal.com]

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

[ voice ]

[awaitingalbion.livejournal.com]

I'll be around, then. Soon.

[ voice ]

[silviteadvocate.livejournal.com]

Yes... I'll see you soon.

[ voice ]

[awaitingalbion.livejournal.com]

[He soon shows up in his best neckerchief and knocks on the door.]

[ voice ]

[silviteadvocate.livejournal.com]

[ Luckily for Merlin, Minato, and any other guests that might frequent House 21, the inside looks less like a tawdry belly-dancing parlour today and there is no more threatening symbols of Nyx daubed around their property either.

The Silvite assumes her housemate is still asleep due to lack of movement when someone knocks on their door and goes to answer it with Cupil in tow. The door widens like her smile does once she opens the door and recognizes the person outside. ]

Good afternoon, Merlin. Um.. please come in.

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[awaitingalbion.livejournal.com]

[His smile shifts slowly into disbelief as he notices Cupil. He doesn't shift from where he stands.] W-wow. Is that your magic, Fina?

[His voice drops to a whisper.]

[ voice ]

[silviteadvocate.livejournal.com]

[ Fina blinks and follows his gaze to where Cupil hovers indifferently. Although the Silver creature does poke its tongue out at the young man at his question as he peers curiously at him. ]

I'm sorry... this is Cupil. He's my friend. [ Pet would be the more appropriate word, but Fina does not consider him like that. ]

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[awaitingalbion.livejournal.com]

[His eyes widen. He's so taken by the...thing. Fina's frend.

He steps forward, once.] Cupil? Wow. He's...brilliant.

[ voice ]

[silviteadvocate.livejournal.com]

... Really?

[ She has never heard Cupil be described like that before. ]

[ voice ]

[awaitingalbion.livejournal.com]

Really. [He nods, grinning.]

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[silviteadvocate.livejournal.com]

[ Cupil seems pleased about being described that way and Fina giggles as he begins to orbit overhead happily. ]

... Oh! You must be cold, um... [ She takes a step backwards to allow him to come into the house. ]