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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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[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.

[sleepingvalkyrie]

[ A very slim brow arches slightlyly, before she replies. Sounding none too convinced: ]

..As you say.

Odd. I suppose then it is only my world that holds to different schools of sorcery, be it in the hands of man or woman. [ Even if the fairer sex tend to be dismissed more likely than not. ]

I'm afraid I have not made her acquaintance.

[futurarex]

[he snorts dismissively, unimpressed by the claim.]

Magic corrupts whatever--and whoever--it touches. There is no school of it, there is no good magic, or evil magic--there is simply magic. Anything else is a false claim. If you believe your world to be different, you may yet find yourself mistaken.

[sleepingvalkyrie]

[ Dark eyes regard Arthur cooly, but one gets the impression Gwendolyn grows less and less impressed as he speaks. ]

Spoken like a true man content he knows all about all worlds, when his view is so limited.

It would see magic is not the only similarity between some worlds.

In Erion, magic is plentiful enough in the natural order that there are variations in its use for those with the knowledge to do so. Thus, 'schools' - a forest witch is unlikely to deal in the same incantations as a Titanian sorceror.

If there is no such thing as 'good' or 'evil' magics, then surely it is the nature of the wielder that corrupts it, not the other way around? [ Power corrupts, absolute power corrupts absolutely, excetera.. ]

[ Slim shoulders shrug. ] Magic is a tool, much like any other.

[futurarex]

[he has heard these arguments before here, and they make little impact. he has heard that insult before as well--but it strikes a little differently this time (not that he would admit it). there is so much here that he does not understand. and he knows what his father would do, and how he would think--but he is going to be a different king than his father. is that good, or bad?

he keeps these reflections to himself, and when she finishes his lecture, he makes a quiet noise of dismissal.]

It is a tool, perhaps, but it is one unlike any other. There is power in a sword, but it is a power less complete than the power of magic. A sword might do evil in a man's hands, but he can be stopped.

How do you stop a sorcerer from killing?