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[futurarex]

[Arthur Pendragon, prince of Camelot, is wearing a very wrinkled version of his usual shirt, and someone has done up the laces crookedly.

actually, he looks a general mess. he's clearly made the effort to appear slightly presentable--his hair has been recently smoothed down with some water, though not as flat as it usually might lay--but his shirt looks like it was trampled beneath a horse's hooves and the room that he's in is a little hazy with smoke from some old fire. or hopefully it wasn't an actual fire, because it was meant to be dinner.

but he's here to make an official announcement, and so he's composed himself as best as he can--all slightly rumpled clothing and bad hair and smudges on his face aside--and he stares grimly into the camera. this is a dare to anyone to comment, to make any smart remark.]

I must speak with the witch Morgana. She can deliver herself, but I do not expect her to come when she is called upon. If there is any of this city that knows her location, send word to me, and you will be rewarded.

[he's not learned how to send messages privately, so here it is, curt clipped, and that might be all there is to it, but then he glances away, his face tightening into a small glare.]

I would speak, too, with anyone that can be counted honest enough to make a delivery. Your reward will be a smaller sum, but your service will be counted valuable.

[without Merlin, what choice does he have? the smoke seems somewhat thicker in the room now, and it's a good thing you can't smell over the devices, because it would smell strongly of burnt food now. Arthur spares the air an irritated glance and now, finally, he reaches to flip off the video before this gets any worse.]



[[ any roommates, feel free to notice the smoke/horrible smells/et cetera! ]]

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[slingshots]

delivery service, checking in

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[futurarex]

You are not otherwise occupied, Sir Capslock?

[he can't be picky, but wow, he wants to be.]

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[arachnoid]

[ Iiinteresting. Peter squints at the screen for a few seconds before switching his on to respond. ]

What kind of delivery?

[ He's got other questions, but "why do you look like crap" isn't very subtle, so it can wait. ]

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[futurarex]

[he's since caught a glimpse of himself in a toaster, thank you, and smoothed at his hair and wiped at his face, and generally made himself a bit more presentable, thanks, all so he can look properly dry and disinterested now.]

A delivery of food, actually.

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[feel_nevermore]

You lost your usual errand boy?

[Video]

[futurarex]

I believe I said I was looking for someone to make a delivery.

[emptysword]

...Need some help with the stove?

[since he's p sure other has covered the delivery thing.]

[futurarex]

The stove isn't the problem. The food is the problem. Why would they make food that-- burns so easily?

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[scinlae]

[ She has half the mind to ignore this, to hide away out of pure spite. But her pride demands she responds, pride that takes this summon as an insult. She is no dog, nor servant for him to command.

Her displeasure is obvious when the video switches on, her location hard to discern. Behind is naught but dull grey walls. ]

I see Merlin has been lost to the taverns again.

[ That is totally a haha you can't do anything for yourself jab. ]

You made yourself perfectly clear that you want little to do with me, why could you possibly have to say to me now?

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[futurarex]

[he is not pleased to see her, but when she does not gloat as she should, he relaxes by some small measure. if she had Merlin, she would say. she would not hide such a thing from him, not when it was something she could take real pride in, something she could taunt him with.

it does not answer the where of Merlin. but it lessens some of the pressure in his chest that he has not acknowledged. he does not rise to her taunt--his mouth tightens a little--and he answers with an edge to his tone.]

Do you have him, Morgana?

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[whatsupcroc]

See why does no one ever believe me that a delivery service would do super well around here?

Anyway what's smoking?

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[futurarex]

Then why not start the service yourself? Why only waste time talking of it?

[a pause, as he debates just how much to say...]

The stove is broken.

Action!

[maddeninghatter]

[ BAM! Break's bedroom door burst open. ]

FIRE!

Action!

[futurarex]

[he tries to have little enough to do with the others that live here--which was easier when Merlin was about. since he has lost Merlin, it is difficult to be occupied elsewhere, and so he has reckoned on seeing the others at some point, but this--

this is unexpected. he whirls around, and drops his device on the floor--]

There's no fire!

text; AVOIDING DEALING WITH HIS INFURIATING EXISTENCE AS BEST SHE CAN

[reconnaissance]

What do you want with this Morgana person?

( Since she thinks he is a bit of a dick, to put it politely, she can't say she suspects his motives for wanting to know where someone are all that great. Especially if he's rewarding people for info on their whereabouts. )

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[futurarex]

[he has since learned to recognize when someone writes to him, even without their picture as a guide-- but he is less than impressed when he sees who this message is from.]

As I said: I wish to speak with her. Do you know her, or do you only ask questions?

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[graciousness]

Arthur -

[ what does she even say? It all sounds so wrong. Morgana's hatred towards him, the way he calls her witch and in between, Gwen's heart is breaking for them both. When did this all go so wrong?? ]

Have you spoken to Morgana?

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[futurarex]

She claims not to have him.

[he says it brusquely, but there is a weariness to it, too. What else would have happened to him, Guinevere? the question remains. at least if Merlin were held captive, there would be something that could be done, but this--]

And you would have me believe that claim.

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[sharpe]

The witch Morgana?

[ Very, very (ironically) sharply. ]

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[futurarex]

[in no mood for arguments today, he answers curtly.]

That is what she is, yes. A witch. A sorceress, if you prefer, but the meaning is the same.

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[ladyspitfire]

[She only knows Morgana's name through Gwen but that is enough. Listening to the few conversations she can parse through - Gwen's, Sharpe's - she has a pretty good idea of the problem here.]

Can I be of some help?

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[futurarex]

[he has things a bit more under control now, which--thank god for that. Elissa Cousland seems as if she could be a valuable ally.]

My manservant, Merlin, has gone missing. I have made careful search of the city, but he has not been found.

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[ex_cashcow493]

A crusade for witches now?

[ Tch. ] Why not hunt her down yourself or are you afraid to get the blood of a woman on your hands?

[ Someday they will have a civil conversation. ]

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[futurarex]

[SOMEDAY... but not today.]

I said I wish to speak with her. Tell me, how would that get blood on my hands?

[sleepingvalkyrie]

[ A witch.. Well, given wizards and warlocks also appear to exist here, that title no longer surprises her to hear often. ]

What sort of witch is the one you speak of?


[ ...That is a lot of smoke. And Arthur doesn't look particularly tidy, either. Dark eyes frown. ]

You seem to have suffered some mishap. Is all well?

[futurarex]

[it's been a bit of time, now--time enough that he caught his reflection in the toaster and managed to clean it off a little--though the smoke has lingered. and so has his irritation.]

There's been no mishap. A broken stove, that's all--nothing for anyone to concern themselves with.

[and a little more suspicious:] And there is only one sort of witch: a witch.