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exsilium2012-07-18 12:25 am
shutupmerlin) wrote in exsilium2012-07-18 12:25 am
001 ♔ accidental video
[ The feed opens with a few of the street, garbled as the netbook is swung to and fro, being held clutched in Arthur’s hand at his side as he walks. ]
Of all the people who could have possibly been sent with me, the whole of the population of Camelot, it had to be you, Merlin. What of my knights? Palace guards? The blacksmith? A toddler with a pointed stick, honestly, any of them would have been more helpful.
...Merlin? [ The jumbled feed stills and with a sharp turn, the manservant in question can be seen a few feet back, bogged down with a sword and shield and a few pieces of armor. ] Merlin, you're slacking already and we've barely made ten paces from the building. I realize it must be terribly taxing to hold concentration long enough to place one foot in front of the other but do try to keep up?
[ Bogged down indeed, he can barely see over the supplies he's carrying!
A pair of blue eyes and messy black hair peek over the edge of Arthur's shield as he strains his neck to see where he's going. Those of you paying close attention may notice a rather ornate looking "walking stick" among Arthur's personal effects. ]
Clearly they wanted someone from Camelot with a bit of sense. [ The boy quips, eyes crinkling in amusement despite being appointed as baggage boy for his Royal Highness. Seriously, snarking back and forth is the only enjoyment he receives out of this situation and he needs to get his laughs somehow. ]
It’s just-You could help carry at least some of this, you know? They are your things and they aren’t exactly light.
Oh? And who is it that’s supposed to be? Your blasted useless pole? Whatever good that’s supposed to do but give you more of an excuse to rest your lazy backside… [ The netbook’s carrier turns back sharply, continuing to meander on forward at a pace that’s not exactly generous in waiting for the overburdened young man behind him. ]
Merlin, you’re doing that thing again where your mouth flaps and sounds come out and all the noise sounds a terrible lot like complaining. [ There’s an eyeroll that can practically be heard in his voice ] Honestly, you know, most consider a chance to serve their Prince to be a great honor.
Fine, mostly yours. [ He corrects himself, only half heartedly trying to keep up at this point. ] Though I dunno, it looks pretty sturdy, now that you mention it... [ A pause as he considers, his eyebrows shooting up as if he's had a sudden realization. ] If all those things that woman in purple said are true, you think it’ll be able to clean your armor for me?
[ That was probably pushing it, just a little. ] Yes, but they've never had to do his laundry before, have they? I didn’t think it was possible for royalty to smell so bad.
[ Once again, the Prince stops. Holds for a moment. And sloooowly turns back. ]
If your ridiculous little stick were to be capable of cleaning my armor, that would require it to suddenly sprout hands, and if your pathetic twig were to suddenly sprout hands, I would have a good mind to slay it. So for the sake of your new friend, Sir Dunce Pole, I'd certainly hope it cannot clean my armor.
And I will graciously pretend I did not hear that last remark as I'm a bit busy attempting to figure out where in the Lord’s kingdom we are and why to walk over and kick you in the backside for it.
[ He stopped! Now's the obvious time to catch up, so Merlin puts a little pep in his step. ]
It's a possibility, s'all I'm saying! And are you seriously blaming me for us being lost? You were the one leading us around- [ Hold that thought, looks like someone’s tripping over their own feet. Armor, shield, sword and staff go skidding to a halt in front of Arthur's boots while Merlin himself does a faceplant on the floor. ]
[ There's nothing but the sound of a finger slowly tapping against the side of the netbook for a long moment before the shield and pieces of armor and gently pushed aside by a booted foot and he makes his way to crouch in front of Merlin, a long suffering sigh coming from him as the netbook itself gets carefully placed on top of Merlin's head. ]
You just let me know when you're done with your nap then, don't let me stop you, we've got plenty of time, bundles, to get on with finding out what the bleeding hell we’re doing here.
[ It’s at this moment he seems to notice the red light blinking on the netbook, brow furrowing as a gloved hand reached to it ] Hang on--
Of all the people who could have possibly been sent with me, the whole of the population of Camelot, it had to be you, Merlin. What of my knights? Palace guards? The blacksmith? A toddler with a pointed stick, honestly, any of them would have been more helpful.
...Merlin? [ The jumbled feed stills and with a sharp turn, the manservant in question can be seen a few feet back, bogged down with a sword and shield and a few pieces of armor. ] Merlin, you're slacking already and we've barely made ten paces from the building. I realize it must be terribly taxing to hold concentration long enough to place one foot in front of the other but do try to keep up?
[ Bogged down indeed, he can barely see over the supplies he's carrying!
A pair of blue eyes and messy black hair peek over the edge of Arthur's shield as he strains his neck to see where he's going. Those of you paying close attention may notice a rather ornate looking "walking stick" among Arthur's personal effects. ]
Clearly they wanted someone from Camelot with a bit of sense. [ The boy quips, eyes crinkling in amusement despite being appointed as baggage boy for his Royal Highness. Seriously, snarking back and forth is the only enjoyment he receives out of this situation and he needs to get his laughs somehow. ]
It’s just-You could help carry at least some of this, you know? They are your things and they aren’t exactly light.
Oh? And who is it that’s supposed to be? Your blasted useless pole? Whatever good that’s supposed to do but give you more of an excuse to rest your lazy backside… [ The netbook’s carrier turns back sharply, continuing to meander on forward at a pace that’s not exactly generous in waiting for the overburdened young man behind him. ]
Merlin, you’re doing that thing again where your mouth flaps and sounds come out and all the noise sounds a terrible lot like complaining. [ There’s an eyeroll that can practically be heard in his voice ] Honestly, you know, most consider a chance to serve their Prince to be a great honor.
Fine, mostly yours. [ He corrects himself, only half heartedly trying to keep up at this point. ] Though I dunno, it looks pretty sturdy, now that you mention it... [ A pause as he considers, his eyebrows shooting up as if he's had a sudden realization. ] If all those things that woman in purple said are true, you think it’ll be able to clean your armor for me?
[ That was probably pushing it, just a little. ] Yes, but they've never had to do his laundry before, have they? I didn’t think it was possible for royalty to smell so bad.
[ Once again, the Prince stops. Holds for a moment. And sloooowly turns back. ]
If your ridiculous little stick were to be capable of cleaning my armor, that would require it to suddenly sprout hands, and if your pathetic twig were to suddenly sprout hands, I would have a good mind to slay it. So for the sake of your new friend, Sir Dunce Pole, I'd certainly hope it cannot clean my armor.
And I will graciously pretend I did not hear that last remark as I'm a bit busy attempting to figure out where in the Lord’s kingdom we are and why to walk over and kick you in the backside for it.
[ He stopped! Now's the obvious time to catch up, so Merlin puts a little pep in his step. ]
It's a possibility, s'all I'm saying! And are you seriously blaming me for us being lost? You were the one leading us around- [ Hold that thought, looks like someone’s tripping over their own feet. Armor, shield, sword and staff go skidding to a halt in front of Arthur's boots while Merlin himself does a faceplant on the floor. ]
[ There's nothing but the sound of a finger slowly tapping against the side of the netbook for a long moment before the shield and pieces of armor and gently pushed aside by a booted foot and he makes his way to crouch in front of Merlin, a long suffering sigh coming from him as the netbook itself gets carefully placed on top of Merlin's head. ]
You just let me know when you're done with your nap then, don't let me stop you, we've got plenty of time, bundles, to get on with finding out what the bleeding hell we’re doing here.
[ It’s at this moment he seems to notice the red light blinking on the netbook, brow furrowing as a gloved hand reached to it ] Hang on--