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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 07:51 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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