[Outside of house 40, the young warlock is working tirelesslydoggedly at polishing a pair of boots. He sits on the top step, the left boot between his knees as he works with it. Merlin takes shelter underneath the porch and watches those who might walk by--envious of their relative freedom. His neckerchief has been tossed aside and--occasionally-- ( Read more... )

[Here are the sounds of fingers being drummed anxiously. Against wood. Against stone. Against anything.] This is a good thing. Surely, this is good. Camelot needs him. And--[pausing, hesitant]--he needs Camelot. Far more than he needs Luceti.

[Merlin, and the extreme fool that the sometimes is, has unintentionally left his journal open as he frets ( Read more... )

Would anyone know where I could find a vacant house? [Merlin pauses, drumming his fingers against the journal's pages.] This apartment is getting a little cramped--[and the next bit sounds rather forced, as though someone had expressly ordered him to say it:] It's not really up to snuff for a King of Camelot and his royal household.

[Merlin adds ( Read more... )

Well, Arthur's been returned. I suppose that means that I am back to work. [Merlin sighs--though not entirely with disappointment. There is some relief thrown in there.]

But...some have talked of how people can come back different. Either hurt or changed in some fashion. Is there a remedy if someone has been changed?

[Filtered to Fina - 72%]Fina ( Read more... )

[Merlin clears his throat, steading the journal in front of him.]

I would like to say that the Lady Morgana has just arrived in Luceti. [He pauses, trying to begin again with less strain within his voice.] I would hope that people could try and help her adjust to captiv--life, here.

[It is perhaps a pointless formality, but Merlin is feeling ( Read more... )

[Merlin's sleep had been rudely interrupted by intense flashes of light and the overwhelming feeling that he should be doing something. The presence, pushing at the boundaries of his mind, felt eerily like communicating with the Great Dragon. And as Merlin had tossed and turned, awake, throughout the rest of the night he came to a conclusion. After ( Read more... )

Another experiment. Strange, I could've sworn it felt real. Arthur'll be glad that he missed that one. He doesn't have such good luck with love spells.

[Merlin laughs--to himself, for the benefit of others? It's unclear. Arthur's absence has become a part of normality and in such a small village, he can almost imagine being back in Ealdor. It's ( Read more... )

Is it strange for someone to still be kidnapped after a whole month? Arthur's been gone for so long.

[He sighs. There's rustling of paper and Merlin eyes Fina's notes with great trepidation. He cannot understand why he has not had some measure of success with them. They were so charmingly written, so thoughtfully recorded. He sighs for a second ( Read more... )

[With a clearing of his throat, Merlin addresses the journal system.]

Perhaps...I am not really cut out to be a knight. Although, it'd be nice to get some of the recognition. A knight is never stuck serving breakfast.

[There's a quiet, longing look as Merlin looks "off screen" towards Arthur's abandoned sword. Knights, after all, had so much more ( Read more... )

Where can I find the Malnosso?

[Today, someone fancies himself a warrior. After making his brusque (and alarmingly confident) voice post, Merlin has taken to the mean streets of Luceti. He looks relatively like his normal, gangly, awkward warlock self--except for the part where Arthur's sword is strapped uncomfortably to his back. And it's obvious ( Read more... )