Closed Action to Merlin )

Phone Call to Mercy Thompson )

Phone call to Charlie )

[ Open Action ]

[ After laying Merlin to rest in his rooms, arms folded neatly, the blood washed from Merlin's body, Arthur had felt unease creep into his thoughts. What honor could he do Merlin by keeping vigil over his dead servant's body? What penance would it serve when it was Arthur's own hand that had done the deed? No, honor demanded he stay and stay he did, until Charlie had found him (and the black eye he sported showed how well that went). And now restlessness had taken him to the beach as dusk crept on the City.

Had it really been so long ago when Merlin tried to give his life to save Arthur's own? He'd been just as unworthy then as he was now. Maybe even less so. His pride had stood him in the way and it was always his pride that made Arthur a fool. The unicorn, the hunger of his people and the drought in the land.

All for the sake of a Unicorn's horn.

He snorted and shoved his hands into the pocket of his jacket, trying to warm the now friend-stained hands. He didn't even have a prize this time to hang on his wall, to put on display. No, just Merlin's dead body lying on a bed. And for what? An unmended shirt? A moment's ire at a man who had saved his life how many times? Magic or no, Merlin had been his servant, his friend and trusted companion.

Arthur didn't deserve him. He was starting to suspect he never had. ]


((ooc: Backdating the post to yesterday as I ended up crashing before I could get the post up. Action open to anyone who'd like to bother him at the beach or on the way there.))
 
 
24 February 2013 @ 09:59 am
[ Arthur's staring at a desk when the video screen turns on, hand rubbing at his chin. ]

This is all wrong, wrong. I can't believe you've got all these dolls and fake houses yet there's not one accurate model of the castle. And don't let me get started on the men. Do you know how hard it is to find enough male dolls to fill the rank of knighthood when my only option is that Ken doll everyone seems to be in love with?

And it's even harder to find enough swords and chain mail to cover the lot of 'em.

I'm seriously disappointed here.

At least Morgana and Guinevere weren't too difficult to find. That's probably the one thing you did right in this City.

[ and then he just shakes his head and turns off his phone, but not before allowing it to get a glimpse of the miniature doll house and all the knights of the round posed in battle in front of it against a horde of strange and wild beasts. Yes, this is what Arthur has taken up as his latest hobby: tabletop gaming.

… With a whole contingency of barbie and barbie related dolls at his fingertips. Fear his ingenuity! Or mock it. Both are equally acceptable. ]
 
 
08 January 2013 @ 11:28 pm
[ Arthur may be a man, but he was well trained and had been combing the City along with the others, making sure the ghouls were contained, herding them towards the stadium one ghoul at a time. If there was a chance at all that it would work, Arthur would do it. The screams, the decaying faces. It ate at him.

These men, these women, these children were someone's parents, friends, acquaintances.

They didn't deserve this life, this useless existence.

But then it happened.

At last, he ran into one of his own demons. His own greatest fear. Dropping the head of his spear, he stared in shock at the barely recognizable face of his once love, his last crush. ]


Guinevere?

[ It had been... months since he thought of her, pretending that he didn't love her, pretending that her words at the joust still didn't shape his every action. He had fallen in l-- almost fallen in love with someone else in that time. It had been almost a year. Even the most fledgling of emotion shouldn't (couldn't) survive that much time, that much distance.

And now he stared and felt the stone in his stomach blossom into dread and guilt, alike. He knew what he had to do. But it was Guinevere. He couldn't. There was no way he could destroy her. ]


((ooc: general shenanigans herding up the ghouls are more then welcomed! As is catching Arthur with his proverbial pants down confronting Guinevere, his once and future queen.))
 
 
31 December 2012 @ 04:25 pm
[ there's a quiet rumbling that first comes over the network, a purr as it were before a disembodied voice echos over the line. ]

Oh, c'mon. Can't you let a man sleep?

[ the purring halts and then there's a very, very loud meow and then there's a shift and the cat moves, pawing at Arthur's face which is only a few feet away from the now active phone.

Artur's nose twitched and then he bats away the paw covering his cheek. ]


Go away.

[ the multi-colored tabby meows louder and presses up against Arthur's face. With a sputter, Arthur sits straight up and makes a grab for the cat. ]

Hypnos!

[ and off the tabby runs! Breakfast time? Hypnos obviously thinks it is. ]

((ooc: backdated to early this morning))
 
 
04 November 2012 @ 03:38 pm
[ he avoided the last influx of random strangers, preferring to stay far away in case Uther showed up. Well... not if he actually did, but, you know. Family is family and Arthur's father was in a league all on his own.

But, he can't avoid them forever. ]
If you recognize me, fear not. I am neither trapped in yonder box you're holding or some apparition intent on haunting you from the grave. I am alive and well.

If you head to the center of the City, I'll explain everything then.

[ and so he will. it's going to be a long trying day and playing hooky from work stationed near the fountain. It wouldn't be so bad if it weren't for the infernal racket brought on by the carousel. It's almost enough to turn a grown man mad. ]

((ooc: anything and everything goes. just beware this is early S2 Arthur so he won't recognize half of everyone!))
 
 
30 October 2012 @ 09:38 pm
[ Arthur looks serious; this is never a good thing ]

It's come to my attention, especially in the last few days, that one can never be too prepared for mayhem. This City is dangerous, and above all unpredictable. Therefore, even though it goes against every code of honor I know, I'm willing to train others in the art of basic combat.

[ he stands up a little straighter, years of habit forced into him when assuming the mantel of duty ] For those who do not know me, my name is Arthur Pendragon, crown prince of Camelot. I'm well versed in the sword, spear, and other standard melee weapons.

If you wish to learn or would like to simply test your mettle against me, come to the training grounds behind the Pevensie Mansion an hour after dawn. And expect to be worked hard.
 
 
14 September 2012 @ 10:00 pm
[ He tried to make a private call to Merlin. It failed. Technology still escapes him sometimes. ]

Hey, do the clothes around here shrink or something? I'm definitely feeling a little bit of a pinch.

[ ever since Charlie's moved in, the food has gotten better and Arthur's been eating a heck of a lot more of it. Looks like the honeymoon phase is starting to wear off and they weren't even going out! ]
 
 
25 August 2012 @ 04:40 pm
[ Arthur had a very eventful morning indeed. Caught in the bed clothes, barely to open the door to make a quick get away outside before his bladder exploded. Getting lost in the foliage and caught up in the moment...

It's not his fault. That squirrel was definitely asking for it!

But that's not all. Arthur found himself, well... starving. And so, using his canine wiles, he'll whimper, pressing up against whatever stranger he might run into out on the streets in the big wide City.

Won't you feed me? Please, please, please.

Whine, paw, paw, paw.

Wimper.

FED ME YOU SILLY NINNY -- cough, hairball. ]


((ooc: I was still planning to be on hiatus for the weekend, but I remembered I had plans! So hav a puppy Arthur. As anyone knows who tags me, I pretty much backtag forever. Replies will be coming from [personal profile] pom_the_prat))
 
 
[ The device clatters to the ground and gives an upshot of...a lamppost. And two sets of feet, though the angle it stops at settles on cuffed hands instead. Two sets of those too. ]

This's ridiculous. How...

That's what I'd like to know. I was sound asleep in bed a moment ago! [ Arthur tugged on the handcuffs, incredibly put out by the whole ordeal. He hadn't gotten nearly enough beauty rest for this. ]

[ A frustrated sigh. Those two sets of hands are one-to-the-other cuffed with the lamppost as the centerpiece. Jokes will not be appreciated. ]

This better be a one-day deal.

[ Arthur's head comes up at that. ] You mean I'm stuck with you a whole day? [ he groans and leans his head against the lamp post, his one and only friend. He really, really hated the City sometimes. ]

((ooc: BBC Merlin's Arthur is in blue and Inception Arthur is in standard issue black because of his suits. Also, Haku is visiting a friend so replies will be coming later tonight! ))
 
 
28 July 2012 @ 10:58 am
[ Arthur holds a finger up to his lip as he looks into his video screen. ] Merlin doesn't know it yet, but in just one moment, I'm going to dump this bucket of snow on top of Merlin's head. [ Fair's only fair after that stunt Merlin pulled a few days ago. ]

[ with a grin, Arthur tucks his phone under his arm and picks up said bucket full of snow, now somewhat slushy from being inside the house for a few minutes. It's a big house! And, with careful movements, he pushes open the door to Merlin's bedchambers and creeps inside.

Beware of the screams after a few moments. It's only Merlin getting the rude awakening he so definitely deserves!

And with a dash, Arthur runs out of the room and cuts the feed. Justice has been served! ]


((ooc: Toss is still on slowatus/hiatus with Merlin, but I do have her permission for this post! Thanks! Also, at work, but I should be able to tackle this post later this afternoon. ))
 
 
[ It's a few hours after dawn when a loud and resounding smack echoes across the air followed by the trickling thud of many things hitting the ground all at once. There's swearing and then a groan. ]

Owwwww... That hurt.

[ another moment of silence and then there's a knock.

silence

And then a click, a sound of a key turning in the lock followed by the creaky groan of a door that could use a bit of oil in its hinges. ]


Okay... It looks like they're gone. Good. [ there's a stretch and then a yawn. ] I can't believe I got caught in the bathroom all night. I do hope Merlin's managed to make some breakfast...

[ and the feed ends, although not for want of trying. It's sadly been left behind in the bathroom. ]

((ooc: This is post curse shenanigans that I couldn't resist. Obviously backdated to earlier in the morning!))
 
 
09 July 2012 @ 09:33 am
[ a strange text appears across Arthur's screen, scrolling with interminable slowness through the words. ]

Hear ye, Hear ye, Hear ye!

The Royal Prince Arthur Pendragon of Camelot wishes the following to be known.




He is lonely.

[ and then the feed mysteriously clicks off only to be replaced with a vision of Arthur taping photocopied posters of the same message to a certain lamp post, unaware of the shaky recording as his phone starts to work it's way out of his upper pocket.

Perhaps the phone felt sorry for the lamp post, under appreciated that it is, perhaps it's the lamppost feeling sorry for Arthur. Either way, Arthur certainly had not planned to get caught quite like this! ]
 
 
14 May 2012 @ 11:20 pm
[ Cue one Arthur wearing a hat and a red shirt with the ever famous pizza logo on the front. Also cue one Arthur holding a pizza box high above his head as the tail end of a glom shows on the screen, his phone having been knocked out of his pocket to fall on the ground and start the feed. ]

Yes. Yes I know you’re starving. Now will you please let me go?

[ this was one awful day to start a new job and of all of them, did it have to be a pizza delivery man? Never again, would he take the advice of a friend. It was most certainly not worth the humiliation. ]

((ooc: Feel free to order a pizza and have Arthur delivery it! He certainly needs a few more reasons to quit this job before the end of the day, pft. ))
 
 
[ First, there’s only darkness and the sound of something moving. Or perhaps tripping, more like, if the hushed yelp is anything to go by. Then, the curtains over a window is drawn apart and light streams into the room, revealing Merlin over by the wall and a sleeping Arthur closer to the screen.

And Merlin claps his hands as he heads towards the bed, grinning. ]


Rise and shine, sire! There’s breakfast in the kitchen, and you don’t want to be late for work this early on, do you? Have to make a good impression. Come on!

[ Arthur growls and rolls over, sticking his head in a pillow and mumbling ] Merlin! Can’t you see I’m sleeping? [ ugh, too early in the morning. Especially since the last few months here have made him slack even more then usual. A body could get used to sleeping in if you let it. ]

[ With a snort, Merlin rolls his eyes and puts his hands on his hips. ]

Yes, I can see that, which would be the problem. You’re not supposed to be sleeping anymore.

Who says I can’t? I don’t have to be anywhere until... [ Arthur raises his head just enough to peer at the clock on the bedside. ] What does that say? [ it couldn’t be that late, could it? ]

Eight in the morning. You are so lucky to have me.

[ Grinning again, Merlin leans over, grabs a hold of Arthur and starts dragging him. Because he can. ]

I should have just forced you to get up every morning before I left; you’ve gotten spoiled.

[ djkl;as clinging to that bed cover! ] You’ll do nothing of the sort! I’m perfectly capable of waking up on...

my...

[ thump, there goes Arthur rolling off the bed. Ouch! ]



All right. You’ve convinced me. I’m up. [ barely ]


[ Merlin chuckles and straightens up, dusting his hands off as he swiftly moves to grab a shirt, and holds it out for Arthur to take. ]

Perfectly capable, of course.

[ Arthur looks at that shirt with feigned distaste. ] Not that one, the blue one. [ He shakes his head and ducks behind a screen, still talking. ] And while you’re at it, check for messages. [ since Arthur, truly, still has issues accessing them from his phone. Despite the lessons he’s been taking. ]

[ All Merlin does is shrug and put the shirt away on the bed before he grabs the blue one, tossing it onto the screen. Then, he makes a noise of recognition as he heads over to the phone, picks it up and... blinks.

Oh.

He grins, briefly raises his eyebrows as he whispers into it: ]


The future King of Camelot, everyone.

[ Whirling around with a snicker, he turns it off. ]

((ooc: Red = Arthur, Normal text = Merlin. Threadjacks more then likely from both parties. Have at! and then parsnip falls into bed to sleep))
 
 
24 April 2012 @ 08:47 am
[ Well, now that he's gone and fibbed about looking for a job, Arthur's found himself in the peculiar position of having to find a job. And so, classified in hand, our brave Arthur has set forth into the wilderness! Except... ]

Merlin, I know you said to take a left at-- [ Arthur stops and makes the most disgusted face he can manage to make without actually hurting himself. ] What is that stench?

[ oh yes, Arthur's discovered the lingering odor of the bog of eternal stench. It's a shame really. No matter which way he turns, he'll be caught right in the middle of it. I guess interviews are out for the day. Someone truly needs to teach Arthur the art of private filters. ]
 
 
01 April 2012 @ 10:24 pm
[ Arthur smiles lovingly at a black lamppost. ] I would give you a solid 8 out of 10. Your light is a shining example of bravery in the thick of danger and more then one fair maiden has likely taken shelter in the circle of your warmth. [ he pats the sleek, black post with a hearty slap ] Keep it up. With luck and a lot of perseverance, we might make a good knight out of you yet!

[ It only takes another moment before Arthur is walking down the street, admiring a stop sign. Seems like the "Hot or Not" curse has gone just a touch awry. Never fear! He's got more then enough compliments left for the fair folk of the City. He's just trying really hard to give that whole technology thing a try today. ]
 
 
21 March 2012 @ 09:00 am
[ the feed flickers on to to show a wide swath of bright sky and leafy greenery. There's also someone off muttering on the side and a periodic thud as other, random things hit the ground. ]

Okay, so I have a weird whatever thing; some coins, although certainly none I've ever seen before; and my sword. Whoever just left me here could have at least had the grace to leave me some food. Even Merlin can do a better job then this.

[ there's a pause, before the rustle of clothing is heard ]

Right, well, there's a lake nearby. If I keep heading due west... [ he's spouting nonsense, he doesn't know where he is, but he did believe he spied a lake in the vicinity. It was as good of a place as any to start. ]

Very well, best to get on with it. [ Arthur's face shows briefly as he bends to scoop up his random collection of things. It's not pleased, but it's not angry either. It's showing nothing but determination. He may be a prince, but he's a resourceful one too! ]

((ooc: Arthur woke up in the Wilds today. Action welcomed to anyone who feels inclined. Also, backtags more then welcomed since I know several were looking forward to this.))