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Morgana Pendragon beat Arthur at swordplay (hiddenmagic) wrote in wariscoming,
@ 2013-02-07 10:34:00

Entry tags:

morgana, mr. dark

Who: Morgana and Gershom/Mr. Dark
What: Run ins and manipulation
When: Late morning/early afternoon 7 February 2013
Where: Secluded area in the park
Warnings: Manipulation? TBD
Status: Thread | Incomplete

Morgana was going onto day five of not sleeping. It wasn't that she was purposefully avoiding it. She just felt that if she slept, she would miss an opportunity to help Loki with whatever it was that was controlling him. When she had slept, there had just been screams and sobbing and complete and utter darkness. Nothing made sense and while she knew her dreams could be visions of things to come, she couldn't make sense of the dreams that left her feeling ill at ease upon waking and thus said nothing about them. So not having to deal with those dreams? Additional bonus to not sleeping. The last time she had gotten this worked up and determined to help someone was when Arthur had ignored her warnings and thus had gotten himself nearly killed. It hadn't been until Gwen had all but forced the young woman to go to sleep that she had gotten even a semblance of it. Lancelot seemed to notice that she wasn't sleeping and wasn't falling for her distracting techniques, but so far, she was still awake.

The only reason she checked the boards was to see if Loki had said anything that could help her in her need to help him, or to see if anyone had filtered to her. Which meant that she ignored all other posts. She had noticed some people adding a Mr. Dark to their filters but what it meant, Morgana had no idea. All she knew was that Loki hadn't said anything else and that Lancelot was trying to make her sleep. With no clue as to what she was trying to undo, Morgana had tried every thing she could think of to release Loki from whatever had him bound, but nothing. So she was going to a shop she had discovered. A shop where she could get candles to focus herself, herbs. In learning how to control her own abilities, Morgana also was learning about the different types of magic this world had to offer and she was more than fine to use any means necessary to help her friend.

Once she had gotten what she needed, Morgana made her way to a secluded area in the park she liked to go to. It seemed people did not go there and for that, she was thankful. Despite the low temperatures, the witch of Camelot preferred to be in nature when doing spells. That and it was harder to find her in this location than it was on the roof top. No matter what Arthur said, Morgana knew he hated her magic. And so she was going to go places to practice where there was less chance of him finding her and disturbing her concentration. And less chance of things growing awkward once again as he would have no issue bursting into the apartment or finding her on the roof.

Setting up her circle, a breath was released as Morgana closed her eyes to center herself. Surely she would find a way to release the hold on Loki this time. She had to. Failure wasn't an option.

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illustratedman
2013-02-07 07:29 pm UTC (link)

Dark didn't really like parks. Well there wasn't much of anything that he liked in the sense of things people enjoyed for the sake of goodness. Happiness. Indeed, he shied away from it because it physically hurt. But today the park wasn't inflated with happiness, laughter or even many children.. for whatever reason. School? He didn't know. He didn't care. He concerned himself with other things. The carnival would be arriving shortly. It was already on its way. It was unusual for him to return to certain cities twice in one year. Indeed he was never in the same state or side of the country--even the world--in the same year. But how could he pass up Lawrence again? It was the prime picking grounds for ugliness and things to feast on.

These people were so miserable. Dark only got a sense of peoples' emotions when they were near or in a state of high anxiety one way or another. It wasn't a physical, visible trail to follow. That wasn't how it worked. No, indeed, he couldn't find someone that had been lost. Not without physically looking. But he could still feel it. He could smell it in the air. The rest of his tactics employed against people were guesswork. Most of the time he was right. 100 years of feeding on people and you knew what they wanted before they did.

But now he wandered along for no better reason than being cooped up with Katherine was sometimes painful. He suspected it added an air of intrigue that he often went into 'hiding.' He spent evenings in her home, protected and .. well, as far as she thought. Safe. Safe from Mr. Dark. It was amusing to think about. As amusing as anything could be for he who felt nothing of goodness. Only a sense of wickedly twisted.. irony. Was that irony? He didn't know.

Dark hummed a tune, that same grating mirthless tune he often hummed, then stopped in his tracks. Oh! So he wasn't the only one who sought the solace of the park today. How quaint.

Sixteen year old Gershom Mallory Dark stood before the woman, watching her silently for just a moment. It looked important, her concentration. He stepped too close--on purpose--and 'accidentally' marred her circle.

"Hello."

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hiddenmagic
2013-02-07 07:42 pm UTC (link)

And just like that, the energy within the circle was disrupted and Morgana's concentration went with it. Annoyed, the brunette opened her eyes and was prepared to yell at whomever it was that had found her as her theory was that it was Arthur, but instead she saw Gershom. At least, she thought that was his name? He was fairly new and had been talking about conquering fear and other things that had piqued her interest. Not only that, he reminded her of Mordred. As such, the ire she had felt dissipated slightly as he probably didn't realize just what she was doing and had no reason to disrupt her.

"Hello... Gershom, right?"

Might as well attempt being polite. Even if the dreams that left her uneasy had started upon his arrival as had Loki's own issues. Not saying things, asking that people only speak to him under very specific filters as opposed to the general filters everyone used. And while Lawrence was not known for housing coincidences, it wasn't as if Gershom was the only new arrival at the time.

"I see you have returned?"

Because she hadn't been on the boards, she didn't know of that. The last she remembered was Katherine posting to see if anyone had seen him. And that had been before Loki's drunk post where he said he couldn't be trusted presently. Really, she knew that she needed to check the boards more frequently, the events two months previous were evidence of that, but when Morgana was determined to do something, she tended to forget the things she should do in favour of finding a way to make sure she helped whomever it was she actually cared enough about to push everything aside for. It was a short list, but it existed all the same.

Folding some hair behind her ear, the young woman stood. It was only polite and even if she despised Uther, she had been raised with manners in Camelot.

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illustratedman
2013-02-07 07:51 pm UTC (link)

"Yes ma'am," he said, a faint smile tried to creep its way to his face. But in the spirit of his broken teenaged seeking help attitude it didn't quite make it. The Carnival wasn't just a cover for the madness of Mr. Dark and his people. No indeed, the Carnival was Dark's life and he was a performer. Forever and always. And a damned good one at that. He stepped away from Morgana instinctively, as any terrified teenager might, and stuffed his hands into his pockets nervously, not quite making eye contact with her.

"Did I go miss--oh, yes.. Katherine," he hedged, looking just above Morgana's shoulder so he wasn't making eye contact but neither looking away. "She asked me to come back, so I did. I didn't want to upset her more." He shrugged thinly.

"What were you doing?" Manipulating people was easy. Give them an inch to talk about themselves and they would become your best friend. Give Dark an inch to get you to talk about yourself and you were his. People were so remarkably stupid. The fools.

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hiddenmagic
2013-02-07 08:00 pm UTC (link)

For all of her issues in trusting people, in keeping them at arms length, she did care. She had given her share of portions during the famine to the hungry of Camelot. Had risked everything for Mordred. Had been prepared to kill Uther for what he did to Gwen, to her. It just was buried beneath her act of indifference and politeness. It was hard to reach but it existed, so she simply nodded. She remembered being lost and alone. She remembered strange settings and trying to make sense of things when nothing made sense at all.

So she noticed the signs. Noticed the nervous tendencies, the fear. She had seen it in Mordred, how he shied from the others yet trusted her even while ill. She knew what the legends of this world said of him but she couldn't believe them. Just as she refused to believe she would become the monster legends and her home had made her into.

At the question on what she was doing, Morgana gave a faint smile though it quickly faded. She was both exhausted and hadn't managed to find anything and it was beginning to wear on her. But no need to burden the sixteen year old with that.

"Trying to help a friend with something."

She could be honest but not delve much into it. Besides, the magic thing was a tricky one with how she was raised and taught to believe, with what was happening here. She was still learning, she knew there would be mistakes. But five days?

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