Merlin╰☆╮001
Who: magicalderp && somarium
Where: Espoir.
Style: Starting in third. Whatever works.
Status: Open
Waking up in a field in the middle of nowhere, unfortunately, wasn't entirely uncommon for the young warlock. It was odd only because he distinctly remembered falling asleep in his bed and not in a field full of flowers and scarecrows. Angry looking scarecrows that looked ready to rip their own arms off and beat him to death with them. Not his cup of tea, honestly, but when did he get to decide what happened in his life? Either way! The first thing he did?
"Gaius?!" call for his not-father. That's what he did. Surely he couldn't be too far from Camelot, right? Maybe this was just some joke that stupid prat Arthur pulled on him. Har har, throw Merlin in the middle of a field and watch while he stumbles around all confused. "Very funny," he mumbled to himself, stomping through the flowers none too gracefully and hopping the fence that lead to the village.
The unfamiliar village. This was a bit ridiculous for a prank, "Come on out, sire, it's not funny anymore. I'm sure you had your laugh already!" he threw his arms up, sighing as he set them down. Now he just looked worried, "...Arthur?"
There's a lone wizard lost in Espoir. WAT DO?
Where: Espoir.
Style: Starting in third. Whatever works.
Status: Open
Waking up in a field in the middle of nowhere, unfortunately, wasn't entirely uncommon for the young warlock. It was odd only because he distinctly remembered falling asleep in his bed and not in a field full of flowers and scarecrows. Angry looking scarecrows that looked ready to rip their own arms off and beat him to death with them. Not his cup of tea, honestly, but when did he get to decide what happened in his life? Either way! The first thing he did?
"Gaius?!" call for his not-father. That's what he did. Surely he couldn't be too far from Camelot, right? Maybe this was just some joke that stupid prat Arthur pulled on him. Har har, throw Merlin in the middle of a field and watch while he stumbles around all confused. "Very funny," he mumbled to himself, stomping through the flowers none too gracefully and hopping the fence that lead to the village.
The unfamiliar village. This was a bit ridiculous for a prank, "Come on out, sire, it's not funny anymore. I'm sure you had your laugh already!" he threw his arms up, sighing as he set them down. Now he just looked worried, "...Arthur?"
There's a lone wizard lost in Espoir. WAT DO?