8th Spell [Accidental Voice] (After all of the rescues)

[lastdragonlord]

[The first sort of sound to filter through the PCD is a horrified, male scream. There, that ought to get everyone's attention, right? Followed by a muted, sniffling sound that transitions slowly into heaving sobs that eventually translate into words.]

Oh n-no, oh no. No, no, no, no. Sorry - 'm so sorry. Don't want to, didn't...

[His mutterings

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[bunny_flower]

Merlin-san ?

[lastdragonlord]

[There's a very long pause that stretches on to the point of suggesting that perhaps he won't answer at all, before...]

U-unohana. [He sounds perfectly miserable.]

[bunny_flower]

How are you feeling ?

[lastdragonlord]

U-um. L-like I just had my personality hijacked, I s-suppose.

[bunny_flower]

And physically speaking ?

[lastdragonlord]

Erm. H-headache. 'bit sore all over, dunno for certain yet.

[bunny_flower]

Ara, you should come and see me, then.

[lastdragonlord]

I... should probably wait until the event is over before I go around so many people.

[bunny_flower]

Of course, but I'll hold you to it then.

[lastdragonlord]

Y-yeah. Of course.

[You are going to go, aren't you Merlin? AREN'T YOU?]

[bunny_flower]

[You will, Merlin, if only because she will smile at you and be nice as a pie until you crack up and come of your own free will because there is no escape.]

[lastdragonlord]

[Weeeeeelllllll his schedule is pretty packed already, what with following the drunk crow to have tea with Izuna, and getting ambushed by a grumpy Edward while he's trying to hide away from the world.]