1 big medieval mess.

... By George! I've had enough of this nonsense! ALAKAZAM! ... ambrosius gamal. owner of DR AFALLON'S. 36 years old. aka. merlin. ( info ).

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lobomalvado‌:

“It’s fine. You don’t have the ass for it anyways.” Not that he had ever checked. Much. Lobo raised an eyebrow, suddenly intrigued by Ambrosius. The beanpole was a pain, but he never turned his pack on something potentially useful, no matter what a pain in the ass they were. Besides, he could kill them later anyways. “Care to elaborate on which problem? There are just so many. Though I have cleaned up quite a few of them myself.”

He didn’t know if he was meant feel grateful or insulted. Ambrosius had never put much mind to his derrière, but he had heard someone once say it had a nice circumference. Or maybe he’d misheard them and his butt was actually quite flat. “Ah, then I believe that’s where the main problem lies. You’re not drawing any unnecessary attention to yourself, are you? The powers that be might...not agree with that.”

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wcnderfully‌:

Alicia blinked at Ambrosius for a moment. She couldn’t decide if it was her hangover or his words that left her so befuddled. Probably both. Her throat felt try. She had to clear her voice a few times to speak normally. 

“I-I’m sorry. I hope I wasn’t sleeping long.” Alicia felt around to gather her things. She came to buy some stupid book for one of her classes, decided to have a cup of tea and… “Thank you for your hospitality. I’ll go now.”

“Oh, no, no need to apologise. You know, I heard in Japan they encourage naps at work because that means they’ve been very hard-working.” Ambrosius picked up a rag from the pocket of his apron, the old ragged thing hanging over his cowboy outfit for the week. He started wiping one of the tables that was sticky from fallen jam. 

“You’re welcome to stay as long as you like, you know. I don’t really close the door until I’m leaving myself. Everyone always has some last minute thing to pick up. A pen. A book. A Necronomicon. So take your time in waking up. Why, perhaps you could help me with something. I’ve been thinking about an outfit for the Valentine’s Day Ball.”

[amysanticgos]

If you wanna find the belt, you’re gonna have to work for it.

[ninenine-brooklyn]

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lobomalvado‌:

“Do you really want me to tell you where I’d like to shove that?” He didn’t know who the fuck this guy was in their past life, but he was annoying enough that Lobo didn’t care. He just wanted to smack him down. He would if there weren’t so many witnesses around. “For the record, you look like you’re about to perform on stage.”

“Somewhere ghastly, I’d say.” Ambrosius didn’t back down, but he did scrunch his nose, like a bad smell had just reached it. “Thank you, I made it myself. And I don’t think Miss Seymour will appreciate my taking over her stage when it’s so close to curtain call. I really don’t mean to burst your bubbles, Mr Lupin, I’ve just heard about some trouble in your establishment quite recently and thought...well, I thought I could do something to help.”

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wcnderfully‌:

Alicia’s head, which had been resting on the fist she had propped up by her other arm, drooped ever so slightly downward. Just enough for it to slip off its resting place and drop down from the lack of support. Alicia was jolted away from the sudden movement. There was a sharp intake of breath; she looked around with groggy, unfocused eyes. It took her a moment to realize that there was someone sitting across from her.

“How long have you been there?” she mumbled.

“Here as in the universe? A thousand years,” he said, completely serious. “But here as in this spot? Five seconds. We’re closing in ten. Just wanted to let you know.” Ambrosius gave her a warm smile, patting the table as he stood up, heading to the window to draw the curtains behind the display. “And that’s ten minutes, darling, not seconds -- sorry, I should’ve been more precise.”

[tenrose]

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lobomalvado‌:

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“Handsome as you are my friend, I am not entirely sure I like your tone. I’ve killed people for less.”

“I don’t believe it’s necessary to...resort to such measures.” Ambrosius cleared his throat, fixing his bolo tie. Today’s get-up was a cowboy ensemble. It was definitely a look in the middle of Bare Necessities. “Can we not have a civil conversation for once, Mr Lupin? Perhaps over a game of conkers?” He grinned, revealing two chestnut seeds on strings.

[orpheusmorpheous]

you know he had to do it to ‘em

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kingxartie‌:

another hearty chuckle rumbles from deep in his chest, a grin continuing to form at the edge of his lips. these antics were nothing new in regards to the other, of course, but they still never failed to make artie smile, nonetheless. “you do, strangely enough.” he couldn’t quite place his finger on it, but there was something about the concept that undeniably screamed ‘ambrosious.’ he supposed he should be offended by the white coat / stethoscope comment ( seeing as that was most of what his current daily uniform consisted of ), but he grins just a bit wider instead. “i suppose you’re right, though. nothing wrong with a ‘wear more costumes’ resolution.” he sits back a bit in his chair, arms crossing over his chest, another chuckle bubbling up in response. “okay… fair enough. what kind of ‘quest’ would suit me, then?”

"oh, perhaps i was a wizard in another life!” ambrosius twirled his hand around in the air, grinning. surely the universe wouldn’t punish him for a little joke like that. “you ought to wear more costumes too, my boy. i say, you’d look rather noble in a crown,” he shrugged. okay, maybe that was too much. “-- but ANYWAY --” he cleared his throat, waving his hands around in the air as if to clear all that he’d said before. “your quest, my dear arthur, will need skill, heart, and no small measure of courage...” ambrosius leaned forward, in complete seriousness. “you must ... help me get my laptop fixed.”

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darlingwcndybird‌:

“Ambrosius, I cannot deal with you if you don’t take this seriously,” she said. “Also, clearly you have never had one of your best friends sit on you for the remote.”

“What -- I -- well --” Ambrosius spluttered. He couldn’t very well say he’d never fought before. “I’ve learned that fighting only makes things worse. Are you best friends with these thieves?”

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rosiebriars‌:

Rosie pouted at Ambrosius. “But Brosi! Look at all these neat things. I want to touch everything,” she said, poking at a fun vase, but slowing down. “You’re less fun than I remember. Thank you for bringing me though.” Her eyes lit up as she looked at the animal exhibit. “That bird looks like Blue!” She was off again.

“Do not call me Brosi. It doesn't even sound like me, it sounds like you but with a B in front of it.” As soon as he saw Rosie reach out for something, his eyes went wide as saucers and he pulled her away completely. “No, no, no, no, no -- NO TOUCHING THE EXHIBITS. I’m beginning to regret bringing you, what’s gotten into you anywa -- ROSIE!” As the woman ran off again, he truly began to wish he still had magic. Surely it would be easier to manage Rosie as a flower in a pot.

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darlingwcndybird‌:

“I don’t know, I think one of the bachelors at that stupid bachelor party ran off with him and how good are you at tackling a person?” She thought for a moment. “Never mind. We’ll play it by ear. Let’s go.”

“Tackling? I abhor excessive physical contact.” Ambrosius shuddered. “And I assume you have a plan? You’re not just going to go in there willy-nilly? Remember, fighting is never the answer --”

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purestparagon‌:

“I would never call myself a farmboy. Or that other thing.” Mostly because he didn’t exactly know what besotted meant, but that was besides the point. “I really think that is a conversation you should have with your parents Ambrosius.”

“Innocent? Yes, I agree. Or do you mean ‘besotted’?” He asked, curious. “It’s a rather fitting word, I would say, given your insistent pursuit of Miss Beaufort. It could also mean intoxicated, as from alcohol,” he explained, in full scholar mode. At the joke about the ‘conversation’, he frowned. 

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faithgodwinn‌:

he was easily one of the more eclectic residents of apple peak, but faith truly enjoyed it. she knew part of it was his persona, the magic of theatrics and all that, but part of her also wondered if that’s just who he was. the blonde had seen ambrosius around town once or twice, doing the occasional hop-skip that he did just then, or carrying boxes in his arms full of things she couldn’t possibly imagine, and he always made her curious. and the fact that he liked her ! that was always nice to hear. she got that sort of compliment more from the children she worked with than the adults. “ well, i like you too ! ” she returned with a sunny smile. “ and i absolutely love doctor who. i’m more of a ‘new who’ gal myself, but my grandfather used to have on the old-time reruns when i was a little girl. ” then again, she remembered, “ i was like every other little girl from the uk, though. wanting to be the companion and go on outer-space, time-traversing adventures. that was the dream. ” a wistful, sweet sigh, played up just a bit for effect.

one thing faith liked to believe she was especially good at was jokes. she worked with children, after all, and different children liked and laughed at different things. but since they had been talking about space… “ what’s a spaceman’s favorite candy bar ? ” set up, and her eyebrows raised expectantly, waiting for the response. the joke was a silly one, but it always got a good reaction out of her clients.

the more they spoke, the more ambrosius got the feeling that this woman was something more. it was the same feeling he got with tony, and with the woman from the pharmacy, and with gabriel, though it didn’t seem as if this was a person ambrosius knew in another life. there was nothing very avalon about her, but there was definitely a sort of magic. “ what a jolly world it is to have more people like each other ! too much hatred now, honestly -- or, no ! INDIFFERENCE. that’s what it is. an age of indifference. everyone’s too cool for each other now, hmm, yes, ” he muttered, shaking his head. but he brightened slowly as they continued to talk. “ new who, oh, yes, i did start with the ‘ new who ’, as you say. i should consider marathoning all of it from nine. or is he ten now ? ” he continued to say new who, new who a few more times, amused at the phrase. “ and who says you still can’t traverse through time and space ? ” ambrosius leaned forward to whisper, as if disclosing a secret ( and, really, it was ): “ why, i’ve traversed through time and space already. it’s been quite an experience. ”

thrilled at the joke, his face went through a series of expressions as he thought of an answer. “ cadbury-rina nebula ! no, no, that’s not right. omega centauri ! no -- a-ha ! NGC 6440 ! ” 

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rosiebriars‌:

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Rosie began running down the museum, enjoying the lack of occupants that late at night. She had every intention to head back to the bar later, but it just sounded like so much fun to go somewhere with Ambrosius. She spun around repeatedly. “Wheeeee! Come on Brosi, you need to try it!”

Ambrosius refused to run, in fact he preferred speed-walking as he believed it was faster anyway, and it didn’t take him very long to catch up to Rosie. “Rose Briar, you’ll have us drawn and quartered before the end of this night, and I can’t believe you still insist on that ridiculous nick-name. You promised you’d behave if I brought you here! Slow down!”

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darlingwcndybird‌:

@ambr0siusg: it’s madness meme

“Who the fuck would steal a crocodile?! You have to help me find it, please, please, pleasseee. Boss loves that ugly thing for some reason and I cannot get fired.”

Ambrosius scrunched his lips to one side. His hands on his hips, and one foot tapping, he responded: “For heaven’s sake, child, how does one lose a crocodile?”