[When the PCD switches on it reveals Merlin, looking lax and healthy and with a small smudge of dirt across his left cheek. He also appears to be just a little bit happy with himself, but considering this is probably the first time he's used the PCD to purposefully make a post without anyone's help, so it's warranted, really.]
S-sorry, but could
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... it's a moose.
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Moose? Is it... is it some sort of magical creature?
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Er. In the-- [Abortive hand motion behind him, back towards the wastes.] Sorry. I probably should have said something, but... [A shrug this time.]
The dragons don't get much opportunity to talk with other people, you know. They were lonely.
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TWO WEEKS?
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Yeah, two weeks. So where the hell have you been?
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[Nervous glance up at the moose.] Are they dangerous?
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What I intend to do, and what I do do, are often quite different things.
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Where are you?
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The. The edge of the city somewhere? I'll... I'll send you coordinates. [His eyes skitter off to the side and his expression turns slightly horrified.] Bran, no! [And then he's dropping the PCD and diving after his misbehaving pintlet dragon, disappearing from view. He never got around to sending those coordinates, though.]
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Some scuffling can be heard off camera and then Merlin practically tackles the PCD, Bran scrabbling his claws into Merlin's neckerchief to keep balance on his shoulder.] What a terrible thing to say, James! I'm responsible for Bran, you know!
[Hits the coordinates button.] There. Happiiyyyaaaa! [Heads whips around to goggle at something offscreen.]
Hey! Watch where you put that antler, mister!
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