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Would anyone know where I could find a vacant house? [Merlin pauses, drumming his fingers against the journal's pages.] This apartment is getting a little cramped--[and the next bit sounds rather forced, as though someone had expressly ordered him to say it:] It's not really up to snuff for a King of Camelot and his royal household.

[Merlin adds further complaint beneath his breath.] And I could do with not sleeping on a sofa. I told Arthur those things were bad for my back--and then he has the nerve to wonder why the washing's not been done.

[After this important request is dispatched, Merlin will be in the library. Having ducked out of dish duty, he sneaks his way out of the building and across the village with record time. The meeting on sorcery has truly rekindled a desire to learn previously subdued by Arthur's mortal peril and Uther's arrival.

Well into the evening (and with a lighted candlestick instead of electric lights), Merlin is tearing down many books on magic that he can find from the shelves. He scans most, but often becomes distracted by some of the lengthier descriptions of varieties in magic different from what he has known at home.

Anyone who comes by to also lurk in the library this evening may walk in upon a few of the spells he tries out. This may involve a few pages accidentally burning, or the sudden growth of a lilac bush on an empty chair.]

{ooc - out of character, we're looking at house #40 so if someone could steer him in that direction, that would be great!}

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[ emony can't be of much help by way of suggesting housing, but the word "royal" does catch her attention and she can't help but inquire. she's spoken to merlin before, but she had no idea he had royal connections. ]

...royalty?

[Ah, the--err--gymnast.]

Unfortunately, yes.

[ well now, that was unexpected. the unfortunately part that is. she now sounds rather amused. ]

Unfortunately? Why would having connections to royalty be unfortunate of all things?

I would not even begin to suggest that my connections are of the enviable sort. [He plays this one coyly. Nope, he was none too fond of admitting to be a manservant.]

You have an odd way of speaking. That's not said to be offensive, just an observation, is all.

[An abrupt (but warm) laugh.]

Don't worry. I'm not offended. [And with a brief thought to the verbal barrage he receives daily from Arthur.] I'm not that easy to offend, me.

King... wait, you work for a king? Who's in the royal household? And, um, what building are you living in now? [ she'll get out the map and try to look for something close by, maybe... ]

Then that's one thing we have in common.

[ a beat. ]

You know, I never did get your name. I'm Emony Dax.

Merlin. [He answers, presumably in indication of himself.] Very nice to meet you, Emony. Even if it's the second time.

I work for a prince. [He corrects, gently.] And we've been staying in building six.

[Pause.] But--Xion? How are you?

[At home on a Saturday night Celty would be curled up on the couch with her laptop, watching television or maybe playing some video games with Shinra and being a sore loser. Here, none of that was possible. The journals were a poor substitute for the Internet and the Dollars site and there wasn't much in the town for her to explore.

So today, she is looking for books. When she starts wandering around the stacks, however, she gets the sense that something is off. Following her senses she steps around a shelf and comes across a young man... making a plant grow on a chair. Well.]

Um... I'm not positive which ones are empty, but... wow, you're pretty far from the middle of the village. [ looking at the map while they talk. ] Maybe the "royal household" should be closer...? [ she says it with a little humor, at least.

but his question makes her pause. anyone asking her that lately makes her uneasy. hesitantly: ] ... why do you ask?

I was always taught that it was the courteous thing to do. [He replies with just a touch of cheek.]

[He stands with one hand outstretched towards the chair, goading the lilac bush up, higher. There is an enthused and engaged smile on his face but it's all wiped off when he hears someone.]

[Setting his eyes on the visitor, Merlin's arm drops fast. Although the lilacs remain, they seem to deflate and wilt in the absence of his attention. The young warlock shakes his head clear.] Err, can I help you?

[ ... oh. right, of course, he couldn't know. Xion lets out a sigh that turns into a laugh at the end. ]

Right, sorry. I'm just a little tense lately, I guess. But I'm okay. Anyway, there are a few houses just to the southeast of the library... I'm not sure if they're taken, but you could always go look. You might be able to tell from outside if there are people in them.

[she's just watching, tilting her helmet to the side. When he speaks she slides her phone out of her sleeve, typing a quick message and then extending it towards Merlin.]

Merlin? [It has been awhile.]

Second time counts more than the first due to the application of proper labels.

[ After spending time with Vyse in the clinic all day, Fina only has enough time to look in the library in the evening. Not fully comprehending the concept of ghosts and haunting, she does not find the sounds coming from deeper within the library that disturbing.

But she does want to find out what the strange noise is though and follows the sounds, but instead gets a shock when the page of a book catches fire and illuminates Merlin's face and ducks back behind the bookcase she wandered out from behind. ]

Is that how it works? [Another laugh. He seems quite personable at the acquaintance level, at least.]

Well, Emony. Have you been stuck here for long?

[His friendly voice comes out.]

Ah--hello. How are you?

The library? [That both interests him and puts an idea into his mind.] I will check them out later today--thank you.

[But with the chore dispatched, he is much more interested in Xion herself.] Why would you be feeling tense?

[Merlin is not quite sure how to react to this individual. There is the impressive helm--clearly fashioned after some kind of strangely coloured beast. And then there is the device. He leans forward. The young sorcerer has chatted around enough to know that this thing? Probably not magical, even though it looked it.]

Oh, uhm--me? Nope. I didn't do anything. I don't know what you're talking about. [He takes a nice wide side-step, trying to hide the lilac bush with his body.]

[she's not buying it.]

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