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Welcome to Fairy Tail, Merlin!
NAME: Merlin AGE: 21 years old SECTOR OF RESIDENCE: Sector oo5
DO YOU POSSESS UNUSUAL POWERS?: Yes IF YES, OF WHAT NATURE: Telekinesis and healing spells
WHY DO YOU WISH TO JOIN FAIRY TAIL?: Gives me a cause to work for, y'know? I miss that. IF SECTOR OO5 WERE TO COME UNDER ATTACK, WOULD YOU BAND TOGETHER IN IT’S DEFENSE?: Of course I would! Any of these sectors, actually… This is my home now, innit?
lunastriker said: ♫
SEND ME ‘♫’ FOR A FRIENDSHIP AESTHETIC OF OUR MUSES.
send me ‘♡’ for a ship aesthetic of our muses.
alternatively ‘ ♫ ’ for a friendship one.
Though long ago she had abandoned her teachings. There was fear in the sort of power she had been able to conjure in a time of desperation. Magic flowed through her veins, as natural as his might’ve. It just took her longer to see so.
“I would have dreams,” Ciri contributed. They were more like nightmares, truthfully. The deaths of loved ones predicted, “That’s when they brought a Sorceress to help me, to tap into my abilities. That was a long time ago, however.” No more than ten years ago – which in the grand scheme of things is hardly long at all, but her life moved so fast at times, it felt as if she had been through different lives, in a sort of reincarnation that concentrated itself in her very being.
Quiet as his company began her story, his gaze flickered across Ciri’s hardly-changing features. She seemed stoic as the tale was revealed to him and Merlin just knew she had a deeper connection to magic. She was hesitant to tell him something...
And honestly, he respected that choice.
With his own face showing little emotion, he nodded along to her words. ❝Sounds like you’re no fan of this magic you’ve got.❞ Scratching the back of his head, he quietly muttered, ❝Can I ask you something? You know what PROPHECIES are, yeah?❞ Prophetic dreams were a heavy responsibility and detrimental to one’s sanity.
“Do you want the honest answer?”
“I’m used to things that ‘aren’t supposed to happen’ happening. At this point, ‘kidnapped to a magical city full of strangers’ isn’t even the strangest thing that’s happened to me this year.”
It was probably the most painful thing, but that was another animal altogether.
“…You adapt. You learn to survive. No matter what hand you’ve been dealt.”
❝Yeah? But... but it isn’t a matter of strange, is it?❞ No, the warlock knew that some things were more complex than that. To be taken from his own world was perhaps odd, although it was more frustrating than anything.
He sighed in response, an almost defeated sort of remark following the sound. ❝’Course it’s easy to SAY it --- harder to actually adapt to stuff!❞
At his quiet thanks, her eyes flickered in a glance to his face before returning to the destination of wherever would be the quickest in getting them off the road. She knew well how to play up the gracious maiden when the cover called for it, but she’d never been good at accepting thanks just as Natasha.
A small, sharp sound escaped her red-painted lips, an almost-laugh. “I don’t know, charging valiantly into battle isn’t really my style,” she joked, her voice sarcastic but free from any trace of unkindness. After all, she wasn’t a soldier, but a spy.
When they reached the curb, she carefully lowered him to the ground. It would have truly been unfortunate to survive being swiped by a bus, only to lose balance and crack one’s head on the concrete. “How did that even happen? Did your parents and-or guardians not teach you to look both ways between crossing the street?”
At the abrupt noise which fell from his saviour’s lips, the young warlock turned his head with a stern look. If he were a more prideful, arrogant man he would have felt offended by her rebound to his compliment. Alas, the only feeling he held towards her modesty was AMUSEMENT.
❝Hah-- fooled me! D’you see how no one else came over to help?❞ He prodded her with an elbow at the mere humbleness displayed, subtly reiterating his thanks in a different phrasing. With a smile plastered to his weary face he added, ❝You’ve got a good heart, you know?❞
Soon reaching the curb through shoddy footsteps and minimal stumbling, his body felt heavy as he was lowered to the ground. Blinking thrice in adjustment to the position he’d been placed in, Merlin’s narrowed gaze fell to the stranger thereafter. ❝Wha-- I’m just not used to these loading carriages, alright? More ‘customed to horseback if you want to know, though I won’t lie ‘bout how hard it is to run from a wild one of THOSE...❞
Plastering a frown on his face, he attempted to cross one arm over the other in a hardened display --- it was unsurprisingly difficult to appear angry when laying on the sidewalk. ❝S’pose you’ve been here a long time, yeah?❞
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Cinder spots the boy, takes a deep breath to draw up her confidence, and approaches him. “Hey, do you, uh, know your way around here? I just had the news dropped on my head that I’m not anywhere close to my real home, and I don’t know anything about where I’m supposed to go now.”
Noting the sudden presence before him, Merlin’s eyes narrow in skepticism. He didn’t think it common for others to approach him in search of information, much less a young lady with armour on her limbs. Still, he couldn’t just send her away.
Pursing his lips in thought, the man gave a short few nods of his head as an answer. ❝Sure--- not like I’d say no to A KNIGHT or anything!❞ He added with a gesture towards the metal arm peeking out from under her glove. ❝Name’s Merlin anyway. So uh, what DO you know so far?❞
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Killian laughs. A complete stranger. Trying to comfort him. And in such an ridiculous attempt, at that. Well, it was entertaining, the pirate had to give him at least that much.
“I’m just glad that I’m not the depressive type, otherwise your little remark would have made me feel horrible now. You might want to work on that. Good thing I have no need for your comforting. I am fine. But how about an apology, hm?“
A bout of laughter from the other was initially taken as a positive sign. It was difficult to cheer up an honest stranger, though Merlin had to assume his attempts were going well so far. Or... at least until the man spoke up again. ❝What? Hey, I’m trying my best now! It’s my first time trying to cheer on a moody killbuck, alright? One that I dunno, that is...❞
Letting out a huff of air, he shook his head in defiance. ❝You’re an arrogant guy, huh? Got to tell you, I’d be careful ‘round folks with MAGIC!❞
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MERLIN, you are more than a son of your father. You are son of the { EARTH, the SEA, the SKY } MAGIC is the fabric of this w o r L d, and [ Y O U] were born of that magic. You are m a g i c itself. You can not lose what you are. (Balinor to Merlin, The Diamond of the Day: Part One)
"Merlin-Saaan!" Ino waved at him, spotting the lanky youth not too far from the street. She was laden with shopping bags and quite grateful she had spotted him. Maybe she could trick him into helping her with some of them? "Wah, what a pleasant surprise!"
Peering over his shoulder at the sound of his name, the man took little time recognizing the one who’d called out. ❝Ino?❞ He asked with a slight skepticism, half of him worried that he had the wrong name and the other half wondering what she was doing with so many bags.
Shaking his head, he posed a question to the other with one of his own arms outstretched. ❝Need a hand? You’ve got a load of stuff there!❞ It was difficult NOT to offer his assistance in a time like this.
“Yes, I have. I doubt there are few who haven’t, at least in my time and place.”
She wondered if it was strange for him to talk of his life in this way, probably stranger than it was for her to be meeting someone like him. After all, this was what she had been experiencing since she arrived to the city, but now the situation was reversed. He was from a time long before hers, and just as he was a legend to her, she might as well be history.
Regardless… Evie did her best to remain centered, even if this was all very exciting to her.
“Do you have an issue with my being a knight?”
His response seemed a little unnecessary, in her opinion, though she couldn’t help but wonder what made him respond in such a manner. It couldn’t just be her gender, could it?
“Still, it’s a bit different from what you’d think of a knight. I was knighted by Queen Victoria, but it’s more of… an honor, to recognize the work I’ve done for England. However, I do not serve the crown, as much as she might like me to.”
Only if someone’s hurt? Perhaps an ordinary person would have stopped there, accepted that proof could be shown at a later time, but Evie needed to know he was telling the truth. Aside from that, it would be rather amazing to see actual magic. Luckily, she didn’t need to do anything brash at this point, though she might have if it was absolutely necessary
“Let’s see your magic then.”
Instead she simply removed her top layer of robes so that her arms would be exposed. He could attack her easily now, but… she had plenty of experience fighting like this.
She pointed to one of several scars that marked her. Although it didn’t hurt, it would take some time to fully heal.
“Would this work?”
She was serious! He could hardly sense an attempt to manipulate him with words, instead thinking how honest she sounded. To his ears, the word LEGEND held a heavy implication --- it meant his struggles would be worth something, if only he returned to Camelot. For now, however, he had more urgent things to worry over.
Thankfully he hadn’t made much more of a mess by knocking into the table but his eyes remained wide as he looked back to Evie. Breathing in for a moment, his silence could be taken as a sign of contemplation over the matter. It wasn’t as if he minded the notion of a woman as a knight --- Morgause had already took some of the stupor from such an idea. He simply held a bit of ENVY towards knights.
Shaking his head left to right, the man gave a petite smile as his initial answer. ❝Not really, no. It’s just kind of an odd thing, y’know?❞ One hand quickly raised as a gesture to silence her before he retracted the rhetoric. ❝Nevermind that-- course you probably dunno, being a knight an’ all!❞ He finished with a slightly nervous chuckle.
Still, her elaborating did tell him the roles had changed since his time. Such a peculiar reason to knight someone was beyond his reasoning, yet all he could do to show it was scratch the back of his neck and ask, ❝You’re not the fighting type then?❞ Nearly as soon as he posed the question her robe came off to reveal a smattering of scars upon both arms.
Well, that answered his question. The warlock moved closer once she pointed to one scar and although he wondered what each mark was from, he remained silent in favour of politeness. Having come just a mere foot and a half from where the other stood, he drew out a nod and said, ❝I guess--- just hold still, alright?❞
One hand hovered in the direction of her scar, his eyes focused in on the exact marking mentioned. Although he usually reserved magic for FATAL (or at least painful) wounds, he supposed an exception wouldn’t be harmful. It was thereafter that he spoke in the deepest tone his voice could reach, the language of the Old Religion flowing as easily as any. ❝Gelácnian dolgswaðu!❞ His eyes flashed bright gold as the spell was cast and it did not take long for Evie’s skin to slowly repair, almost as if it was never marred.
He was incorrigible. Despite herself, Ciri laughed, though it sounded a bit like a scoff, “Practice makes perfect, or so I’ve been told.” Humans had never had the ability on their own to use magic – a bit of Elven blood was always needed. Even then only through developing the skill could they become more powerful.
“Not sure what you mean – where I’m from others are also born with magic, but it’s not quite as simple as that alone.”
A chuckle left him at the same time as the woman seemed to laugh. Whether she was laughing with him or at him, it didn’t matter. So long as he could provide a reason for amusement, Merlin was content. ❝Yeah, I learned THAT back home.❞
Peering off to the side, he smiled in response to her words. ❝So that’s one thing I’ve still got to myself... I’ve been doing magic since I can remember, no teachings.❞ While he didn’t wish to brag with a near-stranger, he felt it worth mentioning one aspect of his abilities. ❝My teacher was sputtering ‘bout it when I first met him... though it wasn’t my best work, just moving a bed ‘round.❞
"That sounds like an understatement.”
“I’ve been here… it’ll be a year in April, I think. It doesn’t seem like it’s really been that long. Why are you asking?”
❝That many days, huh?❞ Like he’d heard so far, the lengths at which people stayed in the city varied greatly. It seemed impossible to know how long he would end up being here, he mused with a sigh.
❝How’d you do it? Getting used to this all, I mean. I just can’t imagine living like it’s so NORMAL to be here.❞
“What?! Me? Heavens, no, I was polishing my bow. No mages here.”
A year could pass and the Chargers’ influence over him wouldn’t diminish in the slightest. Damn that Bull.
Ah, now he’d caught the other --- there wasn’t a bow for Merlin to see!
❝Really? ‘Cause I could’a sworn... Well, guess if YOU’RE not a mage, that only makes one here.❞ Biting down on his lip, he gave a futile attempt not to smile at his own comment.
His side still ached a bit, and he leaned on Merlin. “I’m not a picky eater, so I’ll eat just about anything. And don’t think because I’m a small town boy I’ll be easy to impress, I’m also fickle as hell.” It was a bit awkward for him to lean on Merlin in a genuine way, so he did it obnoxiously. He was taller anyway he could deal with Shalis’ weight.
“Oh yeah I’m so scared because my shadow likes you.” He was actually. “It’s just a thing on the wall.” Shalis’ arm snaked around Merlin to keep himself up. “How long does it take for this soreness to go away! I mean I know I almost died but this is magic we’re talking about.” Complaining and bitterly clinging to the man who helped him was pathetic to him, but getting to bother the guy was a plus instead of feeling sorry for himself.
Allowing the other man to lean heavily against him, Merlin glanced to him for a moment and grinned as he put an arm his waist. It was an act which reminded him of the days when there were less worries and more time to play around. ❝Yeah? Well I’ve got JUST the place for you! Might drain my wallet but I s’pose that’s what I get for offerin’.❞ Oh, he didn’t mind in the least. After all, he was the one to take on such a challenge.
Raising a brow to the sarcastic comment of his companion, the warlock let out a slight laugh. ❝You probably should be, you know? If I can get your shadow to like me, I think YOU’LL warm up to me too.❞ Readjusting to the extra weight as they turned around a street corner, he shrugged in regards to Shalis’ question. ❝Dunno, how long’s it usually take for you to ignore it? I’d be glad it’s mostly healed though --- those scientists could have jinxed my magic and I wouldn’t have known.❞
A mischievous smile toyed on his lips and he gave a slow and empathetic nod. The stranger stumbled on his words, which gave Loki the feeling parts of this narrative were missing–so not exactly a lie. He could respect that, for now. “How peculiar that you were able to determine that so quickly.” With that, Loki glanced at the waitress. “I’ll take the crêpe suzette, please.”
“I’ll be honest with you… Where I’m from, we don’t have meticulously prepared meals. Restaurants are truly one of the joys of moving to a city.” Rather than snatching the menu back from the waitress, he stood from his seat and leaned forward to sneak a peek at the stranger’s menu.
“…Ah, veal. Well, if you’re in the mood for stew. I’m not sure it will be entirely portable…should you choose to up and run.” Sitting back in his seat, Loki raised an inquisitive eyebrow at his own implication.
An odd sensation at the back of his scalp grew ever-present during their talk. Unsure whether it was from anxiety or simply an itch, he reached one hand to scratch behind his head anyhow. It would likely prove unhelpful for his credibility, seeing as the other man remained UNFAZED in demeanour. ❝Yeah? Well I guess I’m just good at judging a look...❞ He replied before turning his gaze to the menu once more.
The ease at which his company spoke was a point for further examination, if only he had the wherewithal to do so. Merlin simply couldn’t shake the feeling that he wasn’t out of trouble yet --- call it a well-practiced awareness. Still, he managed to pick an item from the menu after receiving one valid suggestion. ❝Mm... Like he said, stew is good --- whatever’s least expensive.❞ He verbally noted upon handing the menu back to their waitress.
Besides, since his current companion was so sure Merlin would be caught, it only compelled him to prove otherwise. By leaning back in his chair, he crossed one arm over the other and set a determined look on his face. ❝Oh, you’ll see --- I’ve gotten rid of LOADS of guys ‘fore! I bet you they gave up already, too quick for the big ones.❞
