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Who: beyourshadow and withpuppyeyes
What: Merlin needing medical assistance and being the grumpiest patient ever.
Where: Somewhere near the beach.
When: Tuesday, day two of the Friendly Reminder event.
Warnings: Minor injury, blood? Idk standard event warnings.
Merlin had suspected it was coming, the darkness. The banshee woman's warning, his own senses, that feeling tingling at the back of his neck. A corruption bled all over the city - the dream city, a place seemingly infallible, but one couldn't forget the true strength of nightmares.
The streets that had seemed busy and bright a few days previous were now choked into silence by dark creatures and blood, twisting greenery that would watch and would kill. He'd walked them carefully, avoiding danger, providing distraction and rescue to a few lone souls that weren't as cautious as himself. But his magic wasn't so strong, here. The power of it had not decreased, but he was no longer in a world of the sword and the bow. Here there was the magic of many worlds, and monsters walked free from the shadows.
He could not drain himself dry defeating any of the creatures, could only wound them, scare them away from helpless prey. For that he had earned his own wounds. Bruises where he had been knocked or thrown aside, cuts to his head and hands from claws and talons he hadn't been quick enough to avoid.
Small things of no matter, but they have accumulated over the day and thirteen hours since this darkness came, and though most of it has dried or slowed to a sluggish thickening, he appears heavily bleeding as he hides in the shadow of another alley. The street beyond the corner leads to the beach, and he has some thought he saw a cliff in the distance, the fortress of Camelot stood atop it. He wonders if there will be safety there, or if it is another trick sent to mock him, like Morgan's features on a stranger's face. If it is worth running the gauntlet of monsters between him and it to find out.
What: Merlin needing medical assistance and being the grumpiest patient ever.
Where: Somewhere near the beach.
When: Tuesday, day two of the Friendly Reminder event.
Warnings: Minor injury, blood? Idk standard event warnings.
Merlin had suspected it was coming, the darkness. The banshee woman's warning, his own senses, that feeling tingling at the back of his neck. A corruption bled all over the city - the dream city, a place seemingly infallible, but one couldn't forget the true strength of nightmares.
The streets that had seemed busy and bright a few days previous were now choked into silence by dark creatures and blood, twisting greenery that would watch and would kill. He'd walked them carefully, avoiding danger, providing distraction and rescue to a few lone souls that weren't as cautious as himself. But his magic wasn't so strong, here. The power of it had not decreased, but he was no longer in a world of the sword and the bow. Here there was the magic of many worlds, and monsters walked free from the shadows.
He could not drain himself dry defeating any of the creatures, could only wound them, scare them away from helpless prey. For that he had earned his own wounds. Bruises where he had been knocked or thrown aside, cuts to his head and hands from claws and talons he hadn't been quick enough to avoid.
Small things of no matter, but they have accumulated over the day and thirteen hours since this darkness came, and though most of it has dried or slowed to a sluggish thickening, he appears heavily bleeding as he hides in the shadow of another alley. The street beyond the corner leads to the beach, and he has some thought he saw a cliff in the distance, the fortress of Camelot stood atop it. He wonders if there will be safety there, or if it is another trick sent to mock him, like Morgan's features on a stranger's face. If it is worth running the gauntlet of monsters between him and it to find out.