poly_chromatic | 2nd Spell ~ [Voice | Filtered from Arthur Pendragon]

[So. Arthur's appearance means that he needs to throw this together in a bit of a rush, while going to get the bloody prat. Thus, it's better to make it voice because then at least no one will notice his nervous fumbling.]

I really hope I'm doing this right.

Okay, uhm. The... blond man who just appeared naming what he's got on him, and muttering about a lake and heading west, he's, uhm... I'm Merlin, and he's Arthur Pendragon, and I think some of you at least know who that is. Who.. we are. He's from my world, but the thing here is...

I'm sure most everyone here now knows of my... abilities, but Arthur doesn't because, uh.. it's banned, back home, and he's the Prince, so that would be troublesome.

I don't know if this is quick enough - I should have thought of it before - but just. Please try not to let things slip about it, to him?

[A pause, and his voice goes just slightly quieter, as if he's muttering to himself more, now, than talking to the device.]

I... might want to consider telling him, huh? It's not like it's going to get me executed here.

[And then he raises his voice again.]

But in that case, I'd rather be the one to do that, so... yeah. Don't let him know.

((OOC: Action too if anyone would like to catch him on the streets while he's doing this, but he'll be in a bit of a hurry and very distracted so that thread wouldn't last long. And any other responses will come later, in some hours-ish I guess?))

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Yeah.

Yeah, I will.

Seriously, Merlin. Sooner rather'n later.

[ He doesn't like the idea of hiding it in the first place, out and proud as he is of his magic. ]

Gimme a ring if you need someone to hex him up the arse, eh?

[Probably a good idea to tell him that a few times. Soon, right, soon.

He manages a chuckle.]

At this rate he'll have a mob after him if he reacts badly. Ariadne offered to punch his nose, and Charlie said she would yell.

Edited 2012-03-28 07:09 (UTC)

Lovely gals, those two. Between the lot of us, your prat prince doesn't stand a snowball's chance in Hell.

[ He says it jokingly and with a smile but it ... doesn't have too much of his usual humour in it. This is a touchy subject, okay? ]