12th Spell [Voice]

[lastdragonlord]

Er, so, apparently the moose is back.  I mean, I... I'm not sure how to tell between them, honestly, but it's acting a whole lot like that moose and--

[Shouted, away from the PCD, but still clearly audible.]  Go away!  I'm not letting you into the castle and that's final!

[Then, back to the PCD.]  James, can I move a moose with that apparate thing

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[general_mustang]

... What?

[lastdragonlord]

[Latching onto your "presence" eagerly.]

Do you know how to get rid of magic mooses?

[general_mustang]

[Totally wary of you, boy.]

Fire?

[lastdragonlord]

[Merlin's a good boy-it's his friends that are awful.]

I don't want to hurt it!

[general_mustang]

[Roy knows all about associating with the enemy!]

Oh, you don't?

Perhaps we could herd them in somewhere?

[lastdragonlord]

[Merlin just has a lot of trouble hating people.]

I don't. It hasn't done anything to me, I just don't want it in the house. Or potentially breaking a window trying to get into the house.

Maybe. [This idea has merit, Roy.] Do you know of any places that would work?

[general_mustang]

[Poor kid.]

Not frothing at the mouth, then?

[Of course it has merit~ You're talking to the future Fuhrer of Amestris! What could a Fuhrer be if not incredibly intelligent?]

Well, there is somewhere I know of... Will the moose allow you to leave?

[Snicker.]

[lastdragonlord]

[It does end up causing him all sorts of problems.]

Nooooo. Just a bit of [Vague hand gestures.] poking from it's antlers.

[Oh how lovely, another ego with aspirations of power. Merlin just loves those so.]

Yes. It just keeps following me.

[general_mustang]

[To be expected. Well, each to their own.]

I see.

[This is a man with a healthy ego.... Really.]

Perhaps then I could show you what I had in mind?

[lastdragonlord]

[Yes, I'm sure he is.]

Yes, if you'd like.

[general_mustang]

Meet me at x,y in about... half an hour if you can make it?

[lastdragonlord]

With the moose?

[Offline it?]

[general_mustang]

If it so wishes.

[ooc: Could do!]

[lastdragonlord]

... it really probably does.

[OOC: WHOO!]

[general_mustang]

We'll see won't we.

[Offline]

[lastdragonlord]

[At the appointed time... Merlin stumbles into view of the prescribed coordinates, Bran curled peevishly around his shoulders and moose trailing obstinately after him, occasionally butting Merlin in the small of the back with it's antlers; each time it does, Bran hisses at it.]