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Characters: Merlin and anyone else who stumbles across a 12th Century warlock lying in the middle of the northwest district
When: Right now
Where: Northwest district, nowhere specific.
Rating: PG
Summary: Here, have a confused and slightly unnerved Merlin.
Merlin is used to waking up with a vague sense that he's not where he's supposed to be. Usually, it's because he was supposed to be serving Arthur breakfast or helping Gaius with his rounds ten minutes ago. It is unusual -though, not as unusual as he'd like - to awake with cold ground under his cheek and no memory of how he got there. However, the lack of blinding headache is something new, as is the strange texture of the floor beneath his cheek. It says a lot, that he's seen enough floors to know the difference by touch.
He opens his eyes, blinking at the bright sunlight. Then pulls himself up enough to look around him, and the worry starts to set in. He's not in Camelot. He's not anywhere he's ever seen before, nor that he could imagine. The houses look different, the streets are too regular, too uniform, and the smell of the air is...hard to describe. It's not home, though, and that thought scares him.
When: Right now
Where: Northwest district, nowhere specific.
Rating: PG
Summary: Here, have a confused and slightly unnerved Merlin.
Merlin is used to waking up with a vague sense that he's not where he's supposed to be. Usually, it's because he was supposed to be serving Arthur breakfast or helping Gaius with his rounds ten minutes ago. It is unusual -though, not as unusual as he'd like - to awake with cold ground under his cheek and no memory of how he got there. However, the lack of blinding headache is something new, as is the strange texture of the floor beneath his cheek. It says a lot, that he's seen enough floors to know the difference by touch.
He opens his eyes, blinking at the bright sunlight. Then pulls himself up enough to look around him, and the worry starts to set in. He's not in Camelot. He's not anywhere he's ever seen before, nor that he could imagine. The houses look different, the streets are too regular, too uniform, and the smell of the air is...hard to describe. It's not home, though, and that thought scares him.