There's something a little off here.

[skewedeyes]

He throws the doors open and comes striding in, muttering under his breath, long red hair loose down his back. His bare arms are tattooed from the elbows down to the wrists, and he has a ring on each finger, an earring in one ear, and is very tall and astonishingly lanky. He's pretty hard to miss, all in all, even without the sheer, irrepressible

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[myrddin_wyllt]

Meet a Merlin, looking overall somewhat Merlin-ish.... but young, because he's in that mood today, and sporting the evident metaphysical scars of a great battle.

"Banishment, we know thine name," he responds to the man whose back is turned to him. "So very well..."

[skewedeyes]

Felix whirls around a little too fast, but regains his footing quickly and the easy smile comes back. He offers a rather sharp edged smile. "I'm sure. You're Eusebian, then?" Because he's a wizard, but he doesn't have tattoos that would mark him as Cabaline, like Felix.

[myrddin_wyllt]

"Not quite," Merlin replies with an easy, sedate smile. "Though there are so many names for us."

[skewedeyes]

Felix examines him, starting to look a tad wary around the eyes, though his stature and smile don't change. "From the Bastion?"

[doctor_pascal]

And here is, for your pleasure, a still rather rational and scientific Pascal, who doesn't accept all of his situation just yet. He's sitting at a table nearby, making notes - there might even be some vials and stuff on there. He's been working in the common room for space.

[skewedeyes]

Felix glances over and seems to decide that he looks like he knows what he's doing. "Can you please explain to me what I am doing here?" He asks in a slightly clipped, aristocratic accent.

[doctor_pascal]

He looks up from his work, eyes the man. Oh dear.

"Probably lost, are you?" Since he met Luna Lovegood, he's ready to accept a few things - like portals, perhaps.

[skewedeyes]

"Lost?" A laugh, and it sounds easy, but he's starting to get nervous. "Hardly. Just a bit misplaced, I should think."

[cyranosavignien]

Cyrano is on his way to the first repetition of his play. He's got copies of the manuscript for everyone, and a vast grin which he can't quite explain. He notices the new arrival, but hurried as he is, he opts to let another do the greeting.

[skewedeyes]

Felix throws out an arm with the air of expecting to be obeyed. "Excuse me, messire, may I have an explanation of this?" He waves the other arm around the hall, his bearing even more superior. Definitely an aristocrat. And not born to it, either.

[cyranosavignien]

Cyrano stops - because he is polite - and looks at the man. Then he sighs.

"There isn't any. You'll have to get used to it, I'm afraid."

[skewedeyes]

He snaps back and his eyes flash, rings taking light.

"Excuse me?" And that's dangerously close to a shriek. He swallows hard, trying to rein back his calm. "Whatever do you mean?"

[not_snake_bite]

Kid!Steerpike, still a preteen, is walking around, looking for food to steal. He's, we admit, not very interested in going to the kitchens, just in case, so he mostly just scavenges what he can from people's plates and personal reserves.

He's now sitting contentedly on the sofa and eating an apple.

[skewedeyes]

He comes striding into the room and stops upon seeing what looks like a servant boy. He frowns. "Do you know this place well?"

[not_snake_bite]

He looks up. "Only a little, sir."

[skewedeyes]

Felix offers him a bright and charming smile. "Could you tell me how I might get out of it, at least? I need to be back at the Mirador."

[pandora_antioch]

Pandora is actually in the Mansion, perchance. She was looking for Remus, actually, but was rather unlucky.

Instead, she finds herself sitting by the fireplace, thinking. Marius disturbed her - he stirred things she wanted to forget, alas.

[skewedeyes]

Well, Felix is looking for someone who might be In Charge. She fits the bill.

"Madame, would you excuse my questions for a moment?"

He's chained back the impatience and now just radiates charisma. It's not magic, just part of being Felix.

[pandora_antioch]

She was distracted, lost in thought, and so it takes her a moment to react. She turns slowly.

"Why not?" A soft smile. "Do have a seat, sir."

Oh. He's of the Ragnelle sort, this one. She's just a bit wary.

[skewedeyes]

He smiles back and finds a seat, sits with practiced grace - as if he's been taught how to move. "I'm afraid I'm rather confused." An apologetic smile. "I am supposed to be at the Hall of Chimeras in...twenty minutes...and I seem to have lost my way."