Merlin (myrddin_emrys) wrote in indarkness_logs, @ 2010-10-27 15:04:00 |
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Current mood: | confused |
Entry tags: | !complete, 2032 10, merlin |
RP: Awakening
Characters: Merlin
Time/Date: October 27th, 2032, morning
Location: Merlin's half of suite 404
Warnings/Rating: G
Summary: Merlin wakes for the first time in this strange new world.
Status: Complete/Closed
Merlin woke up slowly from whatever drug had been administered to put him into the state of sleep that he had been in. Rousing slowly, Merlin felt a little bit like he’d had one too many ales except that he knew for a fact that he hadn’t drunk anything. In fact, the last thing he remembered was face-planting into his bed and curling up - still dressed - and falling asleep. He’d been run ragged by Arthur’s - unreasonable - demands and then Gaius had been quite adamant that Merlin clean up the tables after leaving them in a mess in his hurry to make up another pain-relieving draft for the King.
He’d found himself too tired to do anything that night, so waking up feeling the vestiges of being drugged was most unsettling and confusing for him. He pursed his lips, felt hindered, somewhat, by the fact that he was still completely uncoordinated.
His magic curled inside him, as much a part of him as it ever was but then he felt almost like there was a block, a part of his power that he knew he had but couldn’t seem to reach. He frowned, pushing himself up off the pillow until he could survey the place he had ended up, a prisoner of some sort, perhaps? But then the settings he had been placed in looked almost like they could be considered luxury. The bed was softer than any he’d slept on before, softer even than Arthur’s bed and Arthur was a prince. There was sunlight streaming in through a window and on the table beside the bed was a note and a small... object. It seemed to do very little and when Merlin reached out, it felt slightly cool, though he knew it was man made. There were buttons on it, and a slightly darker area and when his thumb pushed down on a number, the darker area suddenly lit up.
Merlin dropped the object in surprise.
What kind of magic was that? He had never experienced such a thing. He wished he could tell Gaius of this; he knew the old man would love to hear fanciful tales of objects made not of metal or wood but some new substance that had never before been created or seen by the likes of anyone. He knew Gaius would find it hilarious, and then reassure him in no uncertain terms that there was no such thing and that Merlin was just dreaming. Or perhaps looking too far into the future using crystals again.
Nevertheless, Merlin was stuck in this room with an object that seemed to have no use and a letter claiming that he had been kidnapped.
Wait. What?
The letter at the very least explained why he felt that he was missing something with regards to his magic, but then he wondered what a fire arm was and how one could have something removed from an arm of fire. Surely it would take a great deal of magic to have an arm of fire and not get horrendously burned by it? Merlin had never tried to bend elements around himself, any actual control of the elements he had attempted in the past had always - quite purposefully - been directed away from himself. He had no desire to be burned by magics of his own creation.
He picked up the strange device again and touched another button. This time the number two. Now the lit up area said ‘12’ so from that, Merlin could deduce that it was at the very least maybe some form of counting device? But then what was wrong with an abacus? That had served them all well. When all else failed, one had fingers. Without letting go of it, Merlin had a more careful look about the room. There were two doors, one nearer to the bed than the other and a strange glass shape hanging from the ceiling. It looked a little like something one might put over a candle to direct light, and when his eyes fell on a small white switch on the wall, curiosity demanded that he flick it.
The glass was illuminated instantly, and when Merlin knocked the switch again in surprise, the glass stopped shining. He did it about seven times before he realised he should stop, he didn’t know what it might do if he kept lighting and diminishing the glass. Though he wanted to know how it worked. He lifted his hand, trying to think about a spell he might summon to show him the inner workings of the glass and the switch when he thought he should maybe check the rest of the area first. What if he was not alone?
The first door opened into what looked like some sort of bathroom, but where he was used to big metal tubs for bathing, this had a bath that was evenly shaped and looked to be made out of some other exotic material. Merlin wanted to run his hands over it, but he was almost afraid. What was this place? The toilet had some kind of strange lid on top of it, and an interesting shiny handle at the side. He pushed down on it out of curiosity and when the toilet made the sudden sound of rushing water, Merlin jerked backwards and his back hit the wall, eyes flashing gold as he prepared to protect himself from whatever it was that made the noise, but then everything went still and quiet and Merlin quickly retreated back into the room from whence he’d came.
Hopefully he hadn’t broken anything. He wouldn’t put it past himself.
He needed to find Arthur. What if Arthur was still in Camelot (as Merlin was very sure he was no longer there)? How could he and Arthur unite Albion if Merlin was stuck somewhere were Arthur was not? How could they rule and make peace? What if someone tried to hurt Arthur? Merlin felt panic ripple through him, really for the first time, overriding his confusion and concern at being in a new place (and also, though he wouldn’t admit it, a fascination with all of the objects around him).
He didn’t know where the other door would take him, but he knew he’d have to open it and find out. Maybe Arthur was there. Maybe he’d find someone who could explain what was going on? He wasn’t to know that outside the door was another room, the rest of the suite that would be his home during his stay. All he wanted to do was find Arthur, and damnit if he wasn’t going to do that.
For some reason, he was still clutching the odd counting device as he braved the other door, pushing it open slowly, completely unsure what was awaiting him in this strange new world filled with things he did not understand.