Posts Tagged: 'series:+merlin'


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Non- Event | Open


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[Strolling down the street, Saber's busy shoving one of the local burger joint's toxic creations into her face while idly swinging the logo-plastered bag that's stuffed to the brim with more pipping hot, tinfoil wrapped artery cloggers in her hand as she goes along. This isn't an out of the ordinary sight to come across.

The sickly pallor, eerie gold eyes and Gothic Lolita getup kind of are though. Oh, and that aura of death and hateful, tangible curse practically bleeding out of her, too; the kind that makes one feel ill and sends cats and dogs into fits before they bolt. Not that she minds, or even spares them more than a fleeting thought. In fact, that they run away first saves her the effort of punting them.

The tiny avatar of corruption only pauses in her wandering just long enough to pull out a new burger once the previous is gone-- tossing the wrapping to the ground and continuing the trail of litter left behind her-- and resumes gorging herself as she walks]


[[ooc: just some testing~♥]]
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[ event | now with more openness! ]

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[Even a dream world isn't safe from a seer's curse.]

[The town and the faces aren't familiar, and one minute Morgana is looking for something, anything to use as weapon and the next she's been grabbed by one of the pirates. Unfortunately her training never extended past swordplay so that blade at her throat does a very good job of stopping her struggles. They may gloat about capturing the governor's daughter, but you don't always know if someone is alive when you ransom them. Her sense of self-preservation may be deeply buried but it exists, so for now she's letting them manhandle her as they drag her back to the ship. Self-rescue mode will probably kick in once they lock her in the hold or wherever pirates put their captives.]
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[ the park is fascinating, and Merlin takes a moment to just drink in the sight of such carefully manicured lawns and perfectly shaped garden beds. He's never seen something so structured, yet natural, that someone (or someones) had clearly put so much time and effort into, before. ]

[ soon enough, though, he concentrates on the tables and decorations, moving in to wander leisurely among them. His worries, including the most current (Where the hell am I?) are dampened by the almost-festive air to the place. At the table nearest, a flash of red catches his eye, and he pauses, heart twisting sharply ]

You can have anything! Ham? Cheese?

Strawberries.


[ the fruit is so tiny between his fingers, and brightest red...just like the flower had been. He raises it to his mouth, inhaling the sweet scent before crushing the fruit's flesh between tongue and palate. A smile, wide and bright suddenly spreads across his face. Strawberries really are fantastic. Surely if everyone ate them all the time, there would never be wars or famine or poverty. It was simply brilliant, someone important should be told about it. If Freya were here, he just knew she would completely agree! ]


[OOC: Merlin from MarinaAsylum, I'll say 'with' memories...what few he has from his not-even-a-day there. Come and play, if you want. Muse is still new-ish, so very willing to try throw him at more things. IDEK why I thought it necessary to have him angstburger like that before blissing out on the crack!berries, but I saw strawberries there, and, well, I had to choose them, sob.]