log | open | COME BE HELPFUL (or don't whatever)
who ANYONE! EVERYONE!
where The rubble of Patrol Headquarters.
when Over the course of a week. ( Bend time-u and space-u! )
format Whatever you'd like.
what Everyone has their part to play when picking up the pieces.
notes In case it isn't obvious, I won't be replying to everyone, so please tag each other!
( the set-up )
where The rubble of Patrol Headquarters.
when Over the course of a week. ( Bend time-u and space-u! )
format Whatever you'd like.
what Everyone has their part to play when picking up the pieces.
notes In case it isn't obvious, I won't be replying to everyone, so please tag each other!
( the set-up )
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he is driven, and as the day wears on his temper grows shorter and his commands sharper, but despite the sweat sticking his fringe to his brow he shows no sign of stopping.]
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Arthur!
[Merlin calls out before holding up a bucket of water.]
Come get a drink!
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All right.
[He dips the dipper and fills a cup, drinking thirstily, then shifting his weight onto his heels and surveying the progress so far.]
There's a lot to be done.
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[His eyes follow Arthur's. Just looking at what's left to be done makes his back hurt. He's going to end up with splinters in his hand for sure. And callouses. He definitely feels callouses forming.
Merlin looks back at him and grins.]
Admit it. You're feeling pretty good about yourself.
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He'll stand by to serve anyone who needs it, although if anyone saw him at the job in the Ruins, he's certainly more than capable of moving rubble if someone were to ask.]
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And here's some guy in these fancy (albeit it a bit strange to him) clothes, looking immaculate and serving scones.
...Merlin could use a scone, actually.
He puts a large rock down with several others that he's cleared before heading over.]
Bit of a rough day, don't you think?
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It is, yes. But everyone's determination to rebuild is refreshing, I think. May I interest you in a beverage? Or perhaps a bite to eat?
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I'll just take this.
[He lifts up one of the scones, but he's still eying the cheese. Okay, maybe a bit of that as well.]
Are you the cook here?
[And is that jam? Well maybe he'll have a little of that too.]
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[For one thing, it would be inaccurate to say she was entirely recovered. Physically, yes, but mentally... well, that was an entirely different question.]
[For another, it would be an understatement to say that it was emotionally trying.]
[...come to think of it, those might be the same things.]
[Still, Priscilla arrives with her hair pinned back and wearing rather drab civilian clothes.]
[Keeping busy may make for better help than staring at walls, anyway.]
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Now on to his next chore: helping with the clean-up. Though he couldn't rightfully think of it as a chore. He'd volunteered to do it. And now that he stops and takes a good look at the task before them, he doesn't regret it. But he is reminded of how much easier his life would be if he could just use magic to start cleaning this up.
Somewhere, Gaius is saying his name in disapproval.]
What dragon attacked this place?
[He looks over at the small blond girl and takes a deep breath.]
Guess we should get started then.
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[She wrinkled her nose.]
I've only ever seen one dragon here, and it flew away before it did anything interesting. [Aside from drop a ton of flying lizards and snakes on the city. Oh, memories.]
...it was just a monster.
[She tries, somewhat unsuccessfully, to keep the sadness and anger out of her voice.]
[Which means distraction time. Priscilla nods sharply.]
We should! Oh, you're Merlin, right? I'm Priscilla. We spoke before?
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[He was mostly just joking when he mentioned a dragon, but now that he knows there's actually been one...
No. Looking for it and having a little chat would be a bad idea. Terrible idea.]
Right! I thought I recognized your voice. Happy to work alongside you.
[Merlin's smile fades a little when he looks back at the rubble.]
I guess.
[But even as he murmurs those last words, he's stepping forward and bending to untangle broken things.]
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it's evening on that very first day of construction, when he himself slips his way into the grounds of what was once Headquarters. it's unpleasantly familiar, the way the walls have crumbled under the stress of-- not cannon fire, at least (though this is hardly a good thing). he has things here, all of them replaceable, but troublesome to do so. but here he is, not quite armed to the teeth and quietly picking his way through the rubble of what was once his room, having scaled the ruined side of the building. all that's left of his small armory collection is a box of ammunition and an axe, and he'll just have to make due with that. i can write coherent things today he takes what he can carry, and leaves the rest for someone else to find, once they manage the disaster that is the hallway ( ... )
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[Yachiru, dusty from digging around in the shambles of the training room, is easily distracted by Ezio's appearance. She doesn't seem to find it in the least bit strange that he just came down the wall.]
Hi! Hi! Are you looking for stuff, too?
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[ he was hardly trying to stay out of sight, anyway. have a careful bow, piccina. ]
I am, though without much success. How is your search?
[ well, that looks like one of his war hammers over there, handle splintered. this is going to take a while, isn't it... ]
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[She gestures a few feet away to a small red wagon full of random articles salvaged from the mess. And a large orange kitten sleeping on top.]
Are you looking for something special, Zi-Zi? I could help you find it!
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He breezes into the second floor common room, and since he's behind her, he doesn't even register who it is he's speaking to at first.]
Might I interest you in a glass of lemonade? Or perhaps a scone?
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I'm fine, thank you.
[And now hopefully he'll let her just get back to work...]
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Are you certain? It wouldn't do to let yourself become fatigued, considering all the work there is to be done.
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