This Isn't My Castle (Uther-intro)

[kingpendragon]

He walks back into the castle much relieved, able to rest knowing that Camelot and Arthur are both safe. Part of him wonders why he was not brought proof of the dragon's death, but right now, he is rather tired and it doesn't rattle his mind as much as it probably should. The air is still heavy with smoke and there are still a couple of fires

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[cute_shinigami]

As luck would have it, one of the Mansion's resident magical practitioners -- and preternatural entities -- is coming along the hallway, fresh from making up more ofuda, spells painted onto slips of paper to summon and bind protective spirits. Tsuzuki is still clad in a green and white kimono and the incense from the accompanying ceremonies is still clinging to him. He's in a fittingly mellow frame of mind -- till now, when the yelling and the medieval-looking gent with the sword jar him out of his reverie.

"Whoa-what? Err, I'm sorry to hear that, sir, but it wasn't me that did it," he says, hands raised disarmingly.

I'll send Parsifal along eventually...

[kingpendragon]

Uther's a bit riled. He knows he isn't in Camelot, so his rules about killing magic users don't apply. He can't just cut the guy down for admitting he uses it.

"Do you know who did?" he growls.

[cute_shinigami]

"Ah, that's the thing: no one knows how anyone who ends up here got here in the first place," he says, slightly on the spot. "It could be magic, it could be something wacky in the way the world works.

"So, uh, who do I have the honor of addressing?"

[kingpendragon]

"King Uther Pendragon, of Camelot" comes the reply. "And I intend to find out who did it. I do not like magic being used against me."

[cute_shinigami]

Tsuzuki bows deeply to him, arms at his sides. "tThat's the thing, your highness, no one really knows if there's someone behind the magic here or not. But trust me, I know how you feel: I once got magically shackled by a particularly nasty warlock, and I thought I was immune to that sort of thing."