Merlin (obversereverse) wrote in marinasylum, @ 2010-07-21 13:34:00 |
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Current location: | Sector 0 || The Shelter |
Entry tags: | :action, amaterasu, gaap, merlin, nunnally vi britannia (rebellion) |
[action | CLOSED+OPEN]
[Around Midday, Merlin's Shelter Room | CLOSED]
[ Merlin's spent the morning fast asleep -- quite the lazy one, without Gaius, or bots or the noise of a large city to wake him early. In fact, it's nearly whatever passes for 'midday' in Marina by the time he begins to stir ]
[ he has felt it before, the rush of magic stabbing through his sleep, waking him with a jolt of awareness. But this time is different. This time, the sudden pounding throb of heat comes from within himself. His eyes fly open, bright gold for a moment as power pulses through him again, filling him up. He gasps aloud, his skin tingling with fire as the magic shifts and then finally settles back into place like a sigh ]
[ it takes a moment, of blinking a sudden glare from his eyes, and swallowing down the feeling that something is about to burst from his throat, to work out what has happened. There is a lightness when he moves his legs, that has been absent the past two days; and he lets out a sudden whoop of joy, leaping up from the bed he'd been asleep in ]
I'm free!
[Later, in the shelter | OPEN]
[ all but bounces out into the common area, thrilled and comforted by the return of his magic. He hadn't realised how off-kilter he'd been feeling without it, and now it is back he feels fantastic! And ravenous! ]
[ now he only has to work out how to get to the food. He's standing, looking blankly at what he's sure has to be a kitchen, but which is utterly foreign. Where was the fire and spit, the stew pot, the oven? Where were the hanging meats, the crocks of greens and barrels of grain? ]
[ OOC: First part closed to himself and Amaterasu, while he's in his room. Open to all, later in the shelter common/kitchen area. Apologies for last week's absence, I will be catching up on back tags today, I hope! ]