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[oncefutureking]

[static erupts across the system, quickly followed by the muffled sound of Arthur slapping the device into the palm of his hand.]

What is...

[there's a pause, and a disgruntling mutter, followed by more thumping of the speaker against Arthur's palm.]

Useless magic box. What are all these noises about?

[sigh.]At least the snow has let up. It

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[pictish]

I wonder much the same thing. Is that Camulodunum you speak of?

EEEEEEEEEEEEE

[oncefutureking]

Camulodunum? I have never heard of such a place. It must be a kingdom quite a distance from Camelot.

Hello sort-of hubby. <3

[pictish]

A Roman settlement. But the name sounds strikingly familiar, does it not?

hullo alternate queen of minnne~

[oncefutureking]

Yes, it does. That's rather strange.

Who are you?

did you miss me~?

[pictish]

It cannot simply be coincidence. Can it? Are you located in Britannia currently?

[The million dollar question. She pauses, and then huffs a soft breath.]

I am Guinevere. Who are you?

OF COURSE.

[oncefutureking]

Well, I am not currently but--

[And, yet again, he's startled by the name. He doesn't know many Guineveres, after all.]

I am Prince Arthur Pendragon.

<3 <3 <3

[pictish]

But? Do you hail from this island?

[Yours is a shock to her as well, although only half so much. Different surnames ftw.]

...Well met. If Britannia is not your realm, then which land is?

:'3

[oncefutureking]

No, I am Prince of Camelot, within Albion. Our land is an island.

[He sounds rather perplexed.]

It is simply that, at this moment, I am not there.

This is epic.

[pictish]

Albion-yes. I am well aware that it is.

But my land has no prince. Only many tribes with their own royalty, overseen by my father. Up until now we have been a mere province of the Roman Empire.

[She sounds equally perplexed.]

Are you simply in another land?

fff heck yes it is xD

[oncefutureking]

Tribes? Then is your father not king?

Yes, in a way of looking at it. However, all of us who are here are not native to the land. We have been trapped here, by some sort of sorcery.

[pictish]

Yes. It is complicated.

Saxons have invaded our land. The guerrilla tactics of my people are no match for the weapons they bear. They are rumored to possess arrows which can pierce armor. We require a master of war. And my father has chosen Artorius Castus to lead us.

[Not to mention, that she has all but decided to become his wife to seal the deal.]

A spell that powerful... where is the sorcerer? If you can somehow defeat them, perhaps you can return.

[oncefutureking]

Artorius.

[He says the name slowly, and isn't that... odd.]

We have no way of reaching her, that is the problem. No one even knows where she might be. So like a sorceress, to cowardly attack from afar.

[pictish]

It sounds much like yours. I am not aware if that name is common or not. I do not believe so, however.

[Isn't it?]

They say the same about my father, even if it is not true. Are you certain the magic isn't another's doing while she waits in the shadows?