06 July 2013 @ 11:45 pm
[ Merlin's been waffling. Oh, how he's been waffling, weighing back and forth, talking himself out of it and talking himself into it, for two days now. He's frightened, absolutely scared out of his wits, hasn't even said anything to Charlie even if she's sure to have known what was on his mind.

The idea of it should be making him happy, not scared, really, shouldn't it?

Still, worries aside, he manages a smile. ]

All of you who arrived this weekend will probably be gone soon. It usually lasts two days, but circumstances have changed so I don't really dare say anything for sure.

[ He pauses. ]

Uhm, if anyone knows me, from home, you better say hi.

[ And now, for the big question...

Which is said very, very quietly. ]


((OOC: Going to bed right now so replies will come in the morning. Open to everything and anything!))
26 June 2013 @ 04:02 pm
[ Merlin's so sick of all this. He wants to go hide away somewhere and ignore the whole world but he can't, not when it's all like this. And he's irritated, angry, and you can probably tell. ]

Who's been hurt by those... Anonymous forces?

[ Pause. ]

Speaking of the Anonymous Movement or rebellion or... whatever. This is me sending a note. I'd like to talk to you.
13 June 2013 @ 10:04 pm
[ This expression? It's really dry and unimpressed. He's in the prison. Joy. ]

This city is going mad.

Charlie, are you all right? I'm apparently under suspicion for rebellion or something. It feels familiar.

And Ken?

Any of you others out there.
03 June 2013 @ 09:23 pm
[ There's silence for a while, one of hesitation, like he turned the recording on without having really decided if he wanted to. But, eventually, Merlin sucks in a slow breath. ]

How long have I been gone? I... can't remember what the date was last because--

[ Pause. ]

Does anyone even remember me? It's been... four years since I was here. For me, that is. It's all a little... fuzzy. I'm. Merlin.

Just Merlin.

[ Nothing else. Nothing special. What was really the point with anything? With him? What is he doing here? ]
25 April 2013 @ 11:07 pm
If you knew him, Arthur Pendragon has gone home.

[Private for Mercy]

[ Which means, it's time to bury himself in whatever he can.]

Do you need anyone for any extra shifts?

((OOC: I'm heading to bed soon and then I'll get all busy with things for the weekend and stuff so this is really placeholder-y post, but it wouldn't make sense to put it up much longer, ICly. So don't kick me too hard?))
31 March 2013 @ 11:13 pm
All right.

[ Merlin turns the phone over in his hand once it starts recording to show Charlie's dragon. No, it's not that small, but it's definitely small. More dog-sized.

Then he brings the view back to himself. ]

If you want to keep your dragon, I can help with that. So. Just give me a call. I think I might be able to control the size too, but I wouldn't hold my breath on that.
18 March 2013 @ 05:47 pm
[ Short, to the point and very, very dry: ]

Happy first anniversary, Merlin, says the City.

[ And that's it, because only a few days after said "anniversary", a curse drove Arthur to kill him. He's not very happy about it. ]
17 February 2013 @ 10:06 pm
Another one of those weekends...

[ Merlin's playing with the pages in a book - the spellbook Gaius gave him, and by its side is a dragon carved out in wood, made by his father. He's pondered over this broadcast for a while, but it's only a weekend once in a while after all. And Charlie's had her dad show up and...

It's worth a try.

After a moment, he gives a grin. ]

So... If there's anyone I know out there, you better answer this.
15 January 2013 @ 08:05 am
Good morning, City. Looks like we're a bit snowed in.

[ Merlin's voice starts out completely cheerful and, hey, he's not used to this much snow, might be a part of it. Or just because. But as he continues, after a pause, it goes a little more somber. ]

I feel like this is something that's been asked before, but...

If you got to choose whether to stay in the City or go home, which would you pick?

[ Because he... honestly has no clue. Whatsoever. ]

Private to Arthur )
21 December 2012 @ 05:22 pm
[ When Merlin starts the recording, the smile on his face is a wry one. ]

So it's that curse finally, is it? I've heard about it.

[ A pause, and he shrugs. ]

Could be worse.

[ Not that he's happy about it, but it's not worth staying home for. Which means that you can encounter him in the Magic Shop, as well on the streets on the way to (and before this post, then) and from work.

But he's definitely not going out again once he's back home. ]
07 December 2012 @ 04:23 pm
[ Finally, Merlin addresses the network after coming back to the City. Those who knew him before might notice that he's gotten a bit older and, if you're perceptive, that there's definitely some added weariness to his eyes. But it's not quite that noticeable, either. ]

The City's the same as always, I see. But I guess a week doesn't really change that much.

Dancing's at least a pretty nice curse.

I don't know how many of you knew I was gone, but I'm back now. Have been for a while, actually. Who's still here and how are you doing?

Oh, and apparently Christmas coming up soon? We don't celebrate that back home so... I'm a bit curious what it's like. But I'll find out, won't I?

[ A pause, followed by a cheeky grin. ]

Maybe I should be worried about it? This is the City.
20 November 2012 @ 03:57 pm
[When the feed kicks on, it’s from a counter. The cover of a cookbook is barely visible as the device peers out at the stove. Charlie’s in view a moment later, searching through cabinets with a small frown. Whatever she’s searching for in the beach house kitchen is proving difficult to find because she turns to look at Merlin, who is off screen for the moment.]

I don’t think the cinnamon sticks are in here. Maybe they made it into the fridge by accident?

cut for happy couple stuff and because it got long )
13 November 2012 @ 07:47 pm
[ The device has been discarded on a table, but it gives a rather decent view of the living room and Merlin moving about picking up glasses that have been left out. When he's about to exit the room, though, he trips on the treshold and yelps as he flails not to drop the glasses. But one ends up falling to the floor anyway and breaks into pieces.

He curses, and mutters somewhat under his breath: ]

Again? Glad I'm not cursed today - that's the last thing I need.

[ With a sharp exhale, he squats down to pick up the bigger pieces.

He's glad it's a curse day, though. It means it shouldn't be one tomorrow, and that's just perfect. At least they're getting that.

Once he's picked up the pieces, he disappears for a while, and eventually comes back into the screen with a vacuum. Once he's cleaned up the rest of the broken glass, he runs his hand over his hair and leans into the doorway to look around the living room. And smirks, as he straightens up and turns away to amusingly call out (into the kitchen, but you can't tell that from the recording). ]

Are you really sure you'll be able to keep the house cleaned while we're gone, Arthur?!

[ The feed cuts out. ]
07 October 2012 @ 08:00 pm
Because this is excellent when he's going to get married )

[ Merlin catches this shortly afterwards, so have it followed by a voluntary recording. ]


Thanks, City.

[ A pause. ]

Well, Charlie... That was Freya. Obviously. I guess I've... been thinking about her a little...

[ Another pause, and then he clears his throat. Maybe that wasn't something he should be saying. He's had a lot on his mind, really, Freya was only a small piece of the puzzle. ]

Doesn't matter. Anyway, uhm... Charlie. Call me?
28 September 2012 @ 10:45 am
[It’s accidental video. The device is set on the coffee table and it’s filming at a slight angle. Charlie and Merlin are sitting on the couch in the house. Her legs are over his lap and his arm is around her shoulders. They have paperwork in their hands and there’s something about it that they find ridiculously amusing.]

I just see no point in these things. It’s like...it’s like people have given up on their marriage before it even started and I know that’s not the case most of the time. They just seem stupid.

[She leans her head on his shoulder, lowering her own stack of papers.]

I’m pretty amused at how quickly people reach for these when they’re planning on getting married.

[Merlin purses his lips as if in thought for a moment before he gives a soft snort of laughter.]

It’s like things only really matter on the very day and then you can sort of drop them, like this, isn’t it? If you want to be really sceptical.

Exactly. It’s stupid. If you have your doubts, why marry at all? [Charlie shrugs, looking at Merlin.] I don’t have any doubts. In case you were wondering. The only problem I have is you’re a blanket hog. But that’s really it.

[She really can’t help but tease, especially since Charlie isn’t even a fan of blankets. She’s warm enough without so the whole blanket hogging? It doesn’t exist and even if it did, it wouldn’t even be a bother. Charlie’s just being a brat.]

I have a problem with your teasing. You’re almost as bad as Arthur.

[Which means he doesn’t have a problem with it at all, because just as it is with him and Arthur, it’s something him and Charlie do.]

[And Charlie’s laughing just slightly, raising an eyebrow and looking at Merlin in mock-annoyance.]

Is that so? If we’re so awful to each other now, maybe we should fill this out.

[And because she’s just so horrid to him, she kisses him quickly, resting her chin on his shoulder for a moment.] I get the animals and all of my cooking equipment.

[Merlin frowns.]

Shadow’s mine, Edmund left him to me. He comes with the house.

Well, I know he’s yours. I wouldn’t take him from you. I’m not that mean.

[He sniffs.]


[And he’s just struggling not to smile at this point.]

[So is Charlie. She chews her lower lip slightly, straightening and crossing her arms over her chest.]

Phantom’d miss Shadow, though. And Hypnos’d miss Arthur. It’s probably best we just stay together, despite the awful behavior.

[With a grimace, Merlin gives a suffering sigh.]

Fine. I guess we have no choice.

[Which is apparently his limit, as he starts laughing through his nose after that.]


[Charlie’s grinning, looking the happiest she’s looked in quite some time. And she meant it when she said wonderful. The prenup forms are tossed onto the table. This is enough to get the attention of one of the animals who chases the papers, knocking them and the networking device to the floor. It shows a shot of the ceiling for a second before shutting off.]

[ooc:This is Charlie. This is Merlin. Backdated to the prenup curse.]
18 September 2012 @ 07:47 pm
[ Merlin's definitely had better mornings.

It's routine to get out of bed and grab his phone from where he's tucked it away, and once he has it in his hand is when he notices that he's not wearing the shirt he went to bed with. That is also when it starts recording, showing him frowning at it in confusion as he tries to read it.

Eventually his expression turns to something closer to horror, however, along with a pained crease to his brow, and he almost gapes.



No, you can't...

[ With a shaky breath, he drops back down on the bed and rubs his palm over his face. And the feed cuts out. ]
29 August 2012 @ 09:14 pm
[Merlin's been keeping to himself - though not really noticeably, just mentally - since he woke up, but now, on a break at work, he idly pokes at the device and starts recording. His expression is soft, perhaps a little sad but mostly... fond, if distant.]

It takes special circumstances to really think of how important memories and people are to you, doesn't it? You never really think about it on any regular day.

Sometimes, I think that maybe you should, but then I never do anyway. It just... slips your mind. But maybe, if you thought about it all the time...

[He pauses, swallows and licks his lips. And takes a deep breath.]

Then they wouldn't be so important anymore.

Private to Charlie and Arthur )
[Merlin's discovered that the device is a very handy way of making notes in a fairly subtle manner, which is why he's holding it in his hand, which is why he slips and manages to start a recording as he leans on a table, his hand partway covering the screen. Perhaps the view is enough for the place to be recognisable; it's the underground, and the askew tilt of the phone shows enough to conclude that maybe it's a market.

That is, the black market.

Now, Merlin's never really been to the underground, but it has this fishy air about it so if you're looking for something fishy, he figures that's where to go. He doesn't really have much of an idea where to start, but a market seems as good as any, and he's looking at trinkets, a thoughtful purse to his lips and the screen shakes as he lifts his hand to press his knuckles to them.

In the corner, you can see someone approaching. When they speak with a smooth, but casual tone, obviously male, Merlin starts and straightens up abruptly.]

Can I help you?

Ah, no, I was just looking. I think I'll just... Just get going.

[You can barely make out the smile on the man's face before Merlin puts the phone away and all you see is black.]

Good evening, then, sir.

Err-- Right. You too.

[He's the smoothest, okay, shut up.]

((OOC: Merlin is very subtle when he's really just snooping, tyvm. Random NPC is blue, Merlin is black.

--changing the icon is also a good idea. Shhh.))
25 July 2012 @ 06:57 pm
[There's not much noise, not while Merlin's sneaking up on Arthur who's still in bed having a bit of a lie-in. It's time to wake up, and with today, Merlin has the perfect idea.

He stops on the side of Arthur's bed and looms over him with a big grin on his face, raising his hand and...]

Good morning, Arthur!

[Dropping a water balloon on him.

And then Merlin's taking off to head back outside, because he's not going to stay and face Arthur's wrath, and the phone records his laughter.

Arthur has two choices; get some of the breakfast in the kitchen, or follow Merlin to fight him.]

((OOC: Okay! So this is a catch-all post, in a way. Threads can occur at any time during the day and sort of everywhere but Merlin will mostly be around the center part of the City, and the fountain. I'm going to go on a slowatus tomorrow but I wanted to participate and I need the activity so orz I apologise, and please put up with me being slow if you tag in.))
10 July 2012 @ 12:17 pm
[First, there is just silence. The fumbling might make a bit of quiet noise, though.]

Is this right? I really hope...

[Right. He clears his throat.]

Err, hello? I would... like to discuss a trade.