[ The Forge is recording again - but it's not one of the traumatic memories visited upon Freya tonight, but a surprisingly pleasant one. ]
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[ The forge turns on, though it isn't because of Freya. Rather, it's because of the ducks - Merlin brought them over once the apartment was dusted and habitable. Freya herself appeared asleep, curled into a tight, defensive ball on the bed. The forge abruptly topples over when a duck knocks it over while attempting to scale Mt. Freya. Tiny quacks ( Read more... )

[ She was back. Back in this place when only moments ago she'd been in Camelot. But she'd been here before... and she remembered what her time was like.

She didn't want to be here -- here was just as dangerous as there. ... though at least if she was here, she wasn't heading towards her deat-- oh wait. That prison sentence. And everything ( Read more... )

( Cut for hideousness )

[ The Forge clicks on to show the interior of a jail cell. Freya is sitting against the wall of the cell, near the bars, occasionally looking out. Her expression is torn between depressed and resigned. ]... it's damp here. And quiet ( Read more... )

[ There's a lot of hesitation before Freya manages to speak. ]

I ...I need to speak with a ... Byakuya Kuchiki.

[ Filtered to Merlin ]

... do you have a second?

( She's dreaming again. )

[ She'd wanted to get something from the marketplace. It was just supposed to be a quick trip and then run back - but she drew the attention of someone. Or something. She'd intended to turn the Forge on - or perhaps it was accidentally turned on when she was fumbling with it in her surprise, but whatever the reason, it was on now. ]Who are you ( Read more... )

[Time: Early Afternoon]
[ She doesn't often use the Forge, - excluding when she spoke with others. But today she had reason to! From the image on the Forge, she appeared to be at the ruins. She was carrying a small bag, and for a change, there is a small, nervous smile on her face - rather than the normally apprehensive one. ]
I know it's dangerous ( Read more... )

[ The forest is restless tonight; restless with the sound of screams and the smell of blood. The former fills your ears, the latter blends in with the rest of the scents of your surroundings. The world is enveloped in the dark of night, but you see with ease. There are bodies lying in front of you, bereft of life. Men, women, children - whatever ( Read more... )