Open RP: The Unpopping of Merlin
Merlin didn't know how he'd got here. He didn't know where here was. He did know that he was covered in salt, and that the floor beneath him was unpleasantly hard.
He sat up, taking in the room and its bizarre contents. Popcorn was unheard of in his time and place, so he had no idea just what all the white, fluffy kernels were. There was an odd charge in the air, too--a kind of humming, like a finger around a crystal glass--all around him there flowed so much concentrated magic it almost made his teeth ache. And it was still Britain--how he knew that, he couldn't say, but the knowledge was as ingrained and reflexive as breathing.
Slowly he stood, brushing off his coat (the feathers were, thankfully, mostly undamaged), and peered out into the long stone corridor. All right, this was a castle...fair enough. The pressing question now was, how in hell did he get here in the first place?
He sat up, taking in the room and its bizarre contents. Popcorn was unheard of in his time and place, so he had no idea just what all the white, fluffy kernels were. There was an odd charge in the air, too--a kind of humming, like a finger around a crystal glass--all around him there flowed so much concentrated magic it almost made his teeth ache. And it was still Britain--how he knew that, he couldn't say, but the knowledge was as ingrained and reflexive as breathing.
Slowly he stood, brushing off his coat (the feathers were, thankfully, mostly undamaged), and peered out into the long stone corridor. All right, this was a castle...fair enough. The pressing question now was, how in hell did he get here in the first place?