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thecapitol2015-04-06 12:06 am
knittingbackwards) wrote in thecapitol2015-04-06 12:06 am
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Who| Merlyn and OPEN
What| A new arrival stalks around the place and grumps at people
Where| Training Center
When| A few days after the Crowning
Warnings/Notes| Aggressive snark?
"Archimedes! Archimedes! Drat it all, where is that bird?"
The voice had the resonance of age, but none of the weakness. It was audible through the halls of the Training Center long before its owner came into view. Even in the ridiculous pyjamas his new hosts seemed to have given him, Merlyn cut a striking figure, if a rather scruffy one; he strode through the place with an air of righteous indignation, flyaway white hair streaming behind him and eyes glittering with purpose.
They were, of course, entirely out of line to have brought him here. That, Merlyn had no question of, and he fully intended to bring it up with his... hosts? Captors? Whoever they might be, he intended to talk to them just as soon as possible. But other tasks currently took priority. Tasks such as finding his friend, and changing back into some clothes that fitted him better. They had taken his hat, for goodness' sake! What kind of civilised person took a man's hat? His head felt naked without it, his bald spot prominently on display. How was a man supposed to get any respect when he looked as if he'd just lost his way back from hospital? It was really very rude. Then again, what could one possibly expect from the kind of barbarians who considered any part of this to be in line with reason and civilisation?
Yes, he would certainly have a great deal to say to them later on. For now, though, he stalked through the unfamiliar corridors as if he owned them, glaring at the architecture as if the light fittings had personally insulted him. His priority, he had decided, had to be finding out whether Archimedes had managed to keep up with him in the journey here, and perhaps - while he was at it - just where "here" was.
It was in the pursuit of that second goal that, when he saw someone nearby, he strode over to them, a bony figure with a straight back, a very long beard, and frankly impressive eyebrows. He had the look to him of the schoolmaster, the professor, someone to be trusted and looked up to. Someone who could be relied upon to help the world make sense, if only somebody would have the common courtesy to give him the pieces to its puzzle.
"Sedemihcra ot srewsna, rethgilb yrenro. Lwo na nees uoy evah? Ereh regnarts a m'I."
It was very rude of them, he considered, not to have answered him already.
What| A new arrival stalks around the place and grumps at people
Where| Training Center
When| A few days after the Crowning
Warnings/Notes| Aggressive snark?
"Archimedes! Archimedes! Drat it all, where is that bird?"
The voice had the resonance of age, but none of the weakness. It was audible through the halls of the Training Center long before its owner came into view. Even in the ridiculous pyjamas his new hosts seemed to have given him, Merlyn cut a striking figure, if a rather scruffy one; he strode through the place with an air of righteous indignation, flyaway white hair streaming behind him and eyes glittering with purpose.
They were, of course, entirely out of line to have brought him here. That, Merlyn had no question of, and he fully intended to bring it up with his... hosts? Captors? Whoever they might be, he intended to talk to them just as soon as possible. But other tasks currently took priority. Tasks such as finding his friend, and changing back into some clothes that fitted him better. They had taken his hat, for goodness' sake! What kind of civilised person took a man's hat? His head felt naked without it, his bald spot prominently on display. How was a man supposed to get any respect when he looked as if he'd just lost his way back from hospital? It was really very rude. Then again, what could one possibly expect from the kind of barbarians who considered any part of this to be in line with reason and civilisation?
Yes, he would certainly have a great deal to say to them later on. For now, though, he stalked through the unfamiliar corridors as if he owned them, glaring at the architecture as if the light fittings had personally insulted him. His priority, he had decided, had to be finding out whether Archimedes had managed to keep up with him in the journey here, and perhaps - while he was at it - just where "here" was.
It was in the pursuit of that second goal that, when he saw someone nearby, he strode over to them, a bony figure with a straight back, a very long beard, and frankly impressive eyebrows. He had the look to him of the schoolmaster, the professor, someone to be trusted and looked up to. Someone who could be relied upon to help the world make sense, if only somebody would have the common courtesy to give him the pieces to its puzzle.
"Sedemihcra ot srewsna, rethgilb yrenro. Lwo na nees uoy evah? Ereh regnarts a m'I."
It was very rude of them, he considered, not to have answered him already.
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