Characters: OPEN Location: Horrorspital Rating: PG Time: August 31st-Sept 4 Description: A place for all those injured from the madness wavelength event to recover Note: Set up is complete!
By now, in addition to having one heck of a headache, Merlin was getting rather bored. There wasn't much to do in the clinic other than sit around, or occasionally wonder over to chatter at some of the other patients - and while Merlin definitely appreciated not having to do chores, he couldn't really enjoy not doing chores properly. Not when stuck in a hospital bed.
But, even though Merlin was putting on a smiling face and trying to act normal, he still couldn't help feeling...down. For one precious, glorious moment, he'd had his magic again. It hadn't been gone after all, just locked away somewhere that Merlin couldn't reach it. But he'd only had that magic back for a moment, and that rush had been tainted by the effects of the insanity wave. It was like Merlin hadn't been Merlin, and the experience had terrified him more than he'd like to admit. He found himself wishing it could happen again, and fearing it at the same time.
Still, he'd try not to show that to anyone who visited him.
Sandry had waited while Merlin was still unconscious, hoping to see him wake up, but had realized that making bandages might be more urgent while she still had her magic. Most of them weren't perfect- her hands had been shaking, an effect of the madness she assumed- but they would work well enough if they were wrapped several times.
Now, returning to the clinic, she gave the bandages to someone and went to check on Merlin. When she saw him, awake and slightly chipper, her face relaxed into a smile. "Oh, you're awake! Thank the gods, you were out like a light."
Merlin grinned at Sandry, glad for a break in the monotony. "Can't sleep forever!" he said cheerfully.
But then he frowned a little - it was hard to remember what had happened, when it had felt to Merlin like the rest of the world had ceased to exist, but Sandry had been watching him train, hadn't she? "Were you...were you alright? I thought you were nearby..."
For a moment a panicked expression crossed Merlin's face - it always did, whenever someone else knew about his magic, before he remembered that here he wouldn't be executed for it.
How exactly to act when someone did know about Merlin's magic was still something he was trying to figure out, though. "Well...I..."
Sandry worried that she had caused him some sort of pain by saying that, and her face grew concerned. "Are you all right?" It didn't even cross her mind that he could be thinking of magic and making that face.
"Lightsbridge?" Merlin repeated, hesitant. "And...what exactly did I do?" He could remember the feel of magic, the rush of it all, or power running through his veins...but at the time, it was like he hadn't cared at all about what he did with it. He had just...released the magic.
"Yes, it's a mage university where I come from. And I don't really remember, but it was large and somewhat frightening. But gods, Merlin, you're really powerful. Why don't people believe you when you say you have magic?" Sandry babbled slightly, excited to have found someone else who seemed to share her appreciation for magic. Even if Merlin was more like a Lightsbridge mage, he was a nice practical mage, and she wouldn't turn him away simply because of a silly prejudice from back home.
Merlin blinked. From talking to Zatanna, and from the fact that so many people just thought magic wasn't real, Merlin had gotten the impression that if magic wasn't banned, it was because no one even knew it existed. "You have universities? For magic? And people know about it, and they not hidden, and you don't get dragged away for breaking the law or anything?"
Sandry looked shocked. "Why would we get dragged away? Some people are scared of magic, true, but I know that some families wish that their children would inherit the talent."
As she put the pieces together, she wondered what kind of world Merlin came from, if they didn't understand or respect magic. "They didn't take you away in your old world, did they?"
Merlin looked pained, but also desperately curious about Sandry's world at the same time. People wanted their children to have magic?! "No, no one took me away. But magic's illegal; the penalty is death. So...no one knows I have magic."
He leaned forward, a hungry expression crossing his face. "So people all accept magic where you're from? They want magic? What's the magic like? Do lots of people have it?"
Sandry was shocked; so people in other worlds were killed for having magic? It took her a moment to recover enough to process his question.
"Well, not everyone accepts magic, but most people do, since they're the best healers." She thought hard about his question. "I know that magic is all different. There are healers, and mages who work with plants, and the weather. I work with string." She couldn't help but be proud of her work; she wanted to make herself the best seamstress that she possibly could.
Merlin, however, was much too distracted by the revelation that not only did Sandry have magic, she had some kind of strange string magic that he'd never heard to actually register that Sandry might have been a little disturbed by his own revelation. "You have magic? And you work with string - just string? Can't you use magic with anything else? Do you use spells that are like your Weapon form?"
Merlin paused in his babbling for a moment, turning to give Sandry a look out of the corner of his eye. "You don't go around cutting things up everywhere with string, do you?"
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But, even though Merlin was putting on a smiling face and trying to act normal, he still couldn't help feeling...down. For one precious, glorious moment, he'd had his magic again. It hadn't been gone after all, just locked away somewhere that Merlin couldn't reach it. But he'd only had that magic back for a moment, and that rush had been tainted by the effects of the insanity wave. It was like Merlin hadn't been Merlin, and the experience had terrified him more than he'd like to admit. He found himself wishing it could happen again, and fearing it at the same time.
Still, he'd try not to show that to anyone who visited him.
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Now, returning to the clinic, she gave the bandages to someone and went to check on Merlin. When she saw him, awake and slightly chipper, her face relaxed into a smile. "Oh, you're awake! Thank the gods, you were out like a light."
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But then he frowned a little - it was hard to remember what had happened, when it had felt to Merlin like the rest of the world had ceased to exist, but Sandry had been watching him train, hadn't she? "Were you...were you alright? I thought you were nearby..."
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She pulled a chair over to sit next to him. "I was alright, don't worry about me. I'm glad you're feeling better. Your magic is really strong."
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How exactly to act when someone did know about Merlin's magic was still something he was trying to figure out, though. "Well...I..."
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Sandry looked at him closer. "How did you do that? I've never even seen the mages from Lightsbridge do anything like that."
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As she put the pieces together, she wondered what kind of world Merlin came from, if they didn't understand or respect magic. "They didn't take you away in your old world, did they?"
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He leaned forward, a hungry expression crossing his face. "So people all accept magic where you're from? They want magic? What's the magic like? Do lots of people have it?"
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"Well, not everyone accepts magic, but most people do, since they're the best healers." She thought hard about his question. "I know that magic is all different. There are healers, and mages who work with plants, and the weather. I work with string." She couldn't help but be proud of her work; she wanted to make herself the best seamstress that she possibly could.
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Merlin paused in his babbling for a moment, turning to give Sandry a look out of the corner of his eye. "You don't go around cutting things up everywhere with string, do you?"
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