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[awaitingalbion]

[Merlin wakes up in the forest, face first in the snow. He blinks, groans, and rolls over. It's cold and pretty wet, but it is also a more welcome pillow than horse manure. And, so, it means that he isn't in Camelot's stables. That is troubling.

Groggy, still not entirely aware of his surroundings, Merlin sits up. His hand, slipping on the snowy ground, gains purchase on a book and for a moment he thinks it's his book of magic; however, his relief fades into something far less familiar as he opens it up and begins to thumb through its pages. Captors and wings and magic so casually discussed.

Merlin's mind leaps immediately to the Prince, and he is so quick to assume that he can't be here alone.]

Oh, Arthur's not going to like this.

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[voice]

[koko-ni-iru.livejournal.com]

[Since it's the time of the month when New Feathers were sent in, Soushi responds to things that he would have ignored otherwise] ...Excuse me.

[voice]

[awaitingalbion.livejournal.com]

[A talking book. Weird. But not too weird.

But...was it talking to him?]

Err, yeah? [He sounds lost. Very much so.]

[voice]

[koko-ni-iru.livejournal.com]

[Just to make sure,] ...I'm sorry if this seems to be an odd question, but do you know of Luceti?

[voice]

[auror-dora.livejournal.com]

Nobody much likes it here, I don't think.

Still, we make do. Your friend Arthur may very well not be here, though. Can't say I've seen any Arthurs lately.

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[awaitingalbion.livejournal.com]

Oh. He's here. These kinds of interesting and dangerous things only happen because someone's trying to get Arthur. He's probably been kidnapped for ransom, I bet.

[More hope than annoyance. He doesn't want to think about being somewhere that isn't with Arthur. After all, his majesty would probably go and do something inconvenient without him. Like get killed.]

[voice]

[auror-dora.livejournal.com]

Well, we've all been kidnapped, but I don't think there are any ransoms involved. We don't have contact with the outside world, here.

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[regisquefuturi.livejournal.com]

[Well, that's a familiar voice, saying his name.]

[regisquefuturi.livejournal.com]

[It sounds like the voice of a very familiar dunce, in fact.]

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[regisquefuturi.livejournal.com]

Merlin.

[It's almost a question, but not quite.]

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[regisquefuturi.livejournal.com]

Late as usual, I see.

sdf;; epic comment chain there.

[awaitingalbion.livejournal.com]

Late, sire?

[Merlin is thoroughly freaked. Of all the voices in all the worlds, he would never have expected to hear Arthur through an obviously magical book.

His tactic is to ask some lame question to stall for time while he thinks this one through:] Late for what?

[Action]

[lastsorceress.livejournal.com]

[Well, hello half naked boy in the snow. Obviously you're a new feather, and that's exactly why Rinoa can't leave you be. Besides, she was out walking her dog anyway, so she just got lucky when she spotted him. Have her approaching you, though odds are, he's going to have a dog in his face before she gets to him.]

Hello. [And just to be sure.] Don't worry, she won't bite.

[Action]

[awaitingalbion.livejournal.com]

[wtf large animal of some sort]

Huh? [Merlin, not entirely free of the groggy awakening, looks a little terrified at the sight of the dog.]

[Action]

[lastsorceress.livejournal.com]

Angelo! Come over here. [The dog trots back to it's owner side instantly and Rinoa steps closer, kneeling down beside Merlin.]

My name is Rinoa Heartilly. Welcome to Luceti.

[ voice ]

[calmbeforethe.livejournal.com]

Oh well. You never know until you ask him.






By the way, who's Arthur?

[ voice ]

[awaitingalbion.livejournal.com]

Arthur's this...guy. [He aims for vague, but reconsiders.] He's my employer.

[ voice ]

[calmbeforethe.livejournal.com]

Is he a good one?

[ voice ]

[silviteadvocate.livejournal.com]

Um... is Arthur a friend of yours?

[ voice ]

[awaitingalbion.livejournal.com]

[More used to this talking journal thing. Hmm, let's see.]

A friend? [He laughs.] Kind of. Not really. He's more like my employer.

[voice]

[canyonsiniowa.livejournal.com]

Arthur?

[voice]

[awaitingalbion.livejournal.com]

Blond, self-important, and a prince. I've found him, though. He was already here.

[Voice]

[hisdarkmark]

...and you care about this Arthur bloke...because?

[Voice]

[awaitingalbion.livejournal.com]

[From the comfort of his new room--bigger than Arthur's--Merlin responds.] I guess you could say he's my employer. And not the kind you would want to anger.

Voice

[secondinnis.livejournal.com]

Arthur?

Voice

[awaitingalbion.livejournal.com]

[All these people, always so interested in Arthur. Merlin sighs, ignorant even to the fact that it's only because he brought the Prince up in the first place.]

Yes. Arthur. This is just the kind of thing that would turn him into one unhappy royal.