Merlin (youngmagician) wrote in colligo_threads, @ 2009-07-11 02:20:00 |
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Entry tags: | merlin |
WHO: Merlin || OPEN
WHAT: Amusing himself
WHERE: Magic Shop
WHEN: Late Morning
RATING: G
STATUS: In Progress
Merlin pushed open the glass door again, letting out a little chuckle as the bell above it chimed again. It had surprised him at first, but now he was entertaining the idea of putting something similar over the door to Arthur's quarters when he returned home. He could charm it invisible, and let the bell drive the King mad for a little while. Finally shaking his head and entering the shop, he let his gaze move across the shelves of the so called magic shop. Camelot had embraced magic for quite some time now, but no merchant or sorcerer was brazen enough to set up shop dealing purely in spell work and charms. This magic of the future, no doubt, would be interesting as well. He wondered how it had evolved and changed of the many years he had clearly spanned while he slept. Thick, leather bound books weren't uncommon, and this place had its fair share. They didn't catch his interest. No, he was intrigued by the 'trick magic' section. A top hat first, which he fitted on his head, glancing in a mirror and surprised to see a picture of a rabbit on the hat.Taking it down to look at the tag he discovered it was meant to pull rabbits out of. He didn't quite understand why, but Merlin did as the picture instructed, reaching in to summon a rabbit that obviously hadn't been there before. The fluffy, white creature sat in his arm as he moved on to the disappearing set which came with merely a few bits of colored cloth and fake coins. No matter, he did as the directions said again, putting the cloth over the rabbit instead of a coin then making it vanish. Seemed to be a waste of magic. More like flashy court jester tricks then actual wizardry. Perhaps children would like the little displays, but he moved on to the next table. Quirking a brow, he began to flip through a book of 'love potions' calling for herbs and sweet smelling oils. "Well, none of these would do anything at -- ah, well that would make one feverish." He tsked. |