Forge

[pratservant]

"Hello? I don't have to polish this thing, do I?"

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Voice

[supercilious]

Merlin. It's come to my attention that they've found a body in Dismas that was shredded by an animal. You'd tell me if our solution was unsuccessful, wouldn't you?

Voice

[pratservant]

[He's heard the rumors too. And admittedly, even Merlin had been sickened by the parallels.]

Arthur, I know what you're thinking, and it was not Freya.

Voice

[supercilious]

How can you know that?

Voice

[pratservant]

People are saying that it was an old woman who was in the area where his body was found.

[Maybe that will be convincing enough.

But probably not.

There's more.]

Besides. I was with Freya the night it happened. She never left my sight.

Voice.

[supercilious]

You didn't have to do that. I wouldn't have harmed her.

Voice.

[pratservant]

I know you wouldn't. [Pause] Pretty sure she would've been doing everything in her power to put you on your royal backside though.

Voice.

[supercilious]

And of course would have been sorely disappointed when she failed to succeed.

Voice.

[pratservant]

...Of course, Sire.

I just can't let anyone else be your servant, even for a week. Then you might realize what a half-assed job I really do.

[ Text ]

[cursedtobe]

[ It's nearly incomprehensible, because she finally managed to change back, it's dark, her fingers were having trouble finding the keys, and she was still terrified she might be found. Terrified of what she had done, and what she might still do. ]

are you there

im sorr

please

forgive me

didnt want to

let you down

[ ooc: Ok so pretend this ... is maybe a couple of days after the battol at the ruins she had. ._.;; SHE SHOULD HAVE TOLD YOU SOONER SHE KNOWS. ]

[ Voice ]

[pratservant]

Freya! Where are you? What's happened! [Though he's got a pretty good idea.]

[ Text ]

[cursedtobe]

im sorry, im so sorry

[ There's a very, very, very long pause here. ]

..ruins.

i hid

i ran and hid

it isnt enough

you were wrong

[ It's not really an answer. ]

[ Voice ]

[pratservant]

[Not really an answer. The details are left out. But some things still come across.

And they're still terrible.]

Freya, you have to tell me. Is anyone dead?

[breakspromises]

Merlin? You still alive? Things have gotten chaotic. You better not be dead!

[She was worried about Merlin...'s ears.]

[pratservant]

I'm all right! [Though he sounds a little panicked and hurried, but who isn't?] Steph, where are you?

[breakspromises]

Oh good, I'm glad you're safe, Merlin.

I'm fine! I'm at my place still...although I may go some place safer.

[pratservant]

There's no place safer than Dismas at the moment. [Which is a little ironic to him, given its reputation.] Can you see your way there?

[yetsleeping]

Um! Merlin!

I kind of. Have a... request.

[Sob.]

[pratservant]

Priscilla?

[He's surprised, but there's no denial in his tone.]

What is it?

[yetsleeping]

...I have a machine that changes the temperature of a room and it runs on the mist's... energy and I need to make it snow!

[...]

Not all over the city! Just... around a... well, mansion.

[pratservant]

Powered by the magic here?

[He sounds interested, thinks about that all by itself before he tries to grasp what she's really saying.]

Uhm...I could probably help if I could see it?