1st Spell [Accidental Video]
[The PCD switches on just in time to reveal a tall, thin, reasonably ruffled looking young man in an outlandish red cloak and large, feathered hat tumbling roughly to the ground and dropping a large pitcher filled, spilling wine out. The feathers forward and obscure his face, slightly muffling his voice.]
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Why would someone use my name as a curse?
Adstringendum? Is that what this place is? Who rules over it?
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As far as my understanding goes, you're a very powerful wizard, so it's much the same as spitting the name of a god when you're riled up. It's a word with some power to it, I suppose?
Adstringendum is the world we're in, and it's ruled by the Animus.
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You think my name is beautiful?
[He flinches a bit at the "powerful wizard" part and looks around nervously, as if expecting Uther to loom from the darkness with an executioner's axe. He doesn't.]
Powerful...? You all haven't been speaking to a dragon named Killgarah, have you? Because he does like to talk a lot.
I'm Merlin. Just Merlin.
The Animus? Are they some sort of sect of druids or gypsies?
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[His head tilts, brows knitting over bandaged eyes.] Dragon..? There was a dragon here once, I believe, but she's been quiet for quite some time now.
[A hand scratches through messy hair in thought.] And I don't know what the Animus are, exactly. I don't believe anyone's outright asked them. Not that any answer they gave would clarify it much, they speak very ... circular.
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Hm, quiet? Then it definitely wasn't him. He never stops talking. And in bloody riddles, at that.
[A strange, difficult to define look, part amused, part flustered, part something else entirely.]
Circular? Perhaps they're dragons then.
Ah. [He hesitates now, for a moment.] If you don't mind me asking... what happened to your eyes?
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[He breaks off in visible surprise at the question, and verbally stumbles before falling quiet.
A pensive smile finally emerges, but just barely. Rueful, almost.]
I don't mind, but it's not something most usual ask before inquiring my name.
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[Oh, goodness, way to go Merlin, clearly the boy is a little mixed up about social cues but, er, give him a break, he lives with the castle physician.
Merlin flushes, flusters and proceeds to look extremely chagrined. Embarrassed. Horrified. Etc.]
I-I am so sorry, I don't know what... this isn't-I. I am an idiot. Truly. Mother should have called me that instead.
I, um, er... can we start again?
[Clears his throat and gives Izuna a watery smile.]
Hello, I'm Merlin. [An abortive hand movement like he's making to shake hands, before remembering that you can't shakes hands with a weird metal box.] Um. Yes. And you are?
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Oh, too funny. Okay, Merlin, he likes you.]
Tell you what. Once you've acclimated a bit and settled in, come find me for tea and I'll tell you the long and terribly boring tale of Izuna, warlord of the Uchiha clan.
[His fingers wiggle lightly to clarify he means himself.]
Just follow the black birds.
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Still looking mightily embarrassed with himself but willing, perhaps, to not throw himself over a cliff for his dishonour now, Merlin tries for a wavering, thankful smile.]
Izuna. I like that. 's sort of willowy like.
[Perks up a bit more at the mention of tea and warlords - goodness, something tastes like an exciting story. He nods eagerly.]
Yes, yes, I'll be sure to - thank you, Izuna!
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In his own world, his sacrifices were mostly frowned upon. Can't please them all.
He dips his face to hide another grin at that. 'Willowy,' well, that's new. As for 'follow the black birds' -- the Uchiha have ravens and murders of crow in the skies peppering Adstringendum so they won't be hard to spot.
Well, if Merlin doesn't end up trying to inquire directions from a rare and elusive not-Izuna or Itachi-bird. They do exist, strangely. (There are turf wars...)]
I was named after a wind demon, I think. At last that's the story my brother tells. You're quite welcome!
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Merlin likes birds. And he finds absolutely nothing strange with the idea of getting directions from a bird, but maybe that's just him. Being Merlin. (And, being Merlin, he would manage to find the one anti-bird and start some huge, aerial bloodbath or something).]
That's... so... cool.
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I'd ... imagine so? Wind isn't normally warm, unless there's a firestorm.
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[Nods solemnly.]
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I have no idea what an affank is, but it has a ridiculous name.
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Looks ridiculous too.
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