incredibly open....

[politrick]

Who: Merlin & yall
What: general catchall for January with some open prompts
When: allllll month
Where: around, possible Wyver bias
Warning(s): he'll probably make a bad decision somewhere

A. (WYVER) hangin out

[Merlin lives in Wyver in a tiny single room and works at the dragon stables! He spends most of his time out and about with his... pet....... which is a Duldrum he took home from the jungle, but don't judge him and his beautiful child. It's a little taller than knee high at its full height now and follows him everywhere, trilling pleasantly. Feel free to find him...]

I. [In and around town, with the Duldrum, which he has to occasionally lift entirely over his head to not lose it in crowds where it gets super distracted. This is probably when he'll bump right into someone else, with, you know, a bird-thing raised up in the air. Uhh.]

—Hi, excuse me, I'm just- just trying to get through, before— no no no, what did I tell you about that? [This last part as he looks up at the Duldrum, which is clawing gently at his sleeves with its clawed feet. Now, for you,] Can you do me a favor and roll up my sleeves? Or down, technically, from this angle if you want to be picky— please?

II. [At work! Where he tends to the dragons with affection and gentleness, and deals with many visitors with the complete opposite. He's probably yelled at someone for trying to pet a dragon when they aren't supposed to and it's probably startling. While he works, anyone he hasn't seen here before miiight be getting a suspicious look...]

Don't put your hands in their mouths, please. [Like, obviously? But still.]

B. (AROUND) aggressive helping

[When word starts to spread about deserters, Merlin is compelled not to desert with them, but to go out and see what's going on. Plus, he gets to borrow a wyvern mount, so the correct choice is obvious. He and his borrowed steed, a glittering blue wyvern that seems responsive to his occasional murmuring to her even if she doesn't understand (he's working on that), can be found exploring the land between Olympia and Wyver. What could he be doing?! Well:]

I. [Just generally exploring, he can be found doing anything from having a picnic with his beautiful wyvern friend to loitering outside the Edrathe Ruins, trying to listen to that spooky noise while also keeping his wyvern calm. If you approach him while he's havig a cool picnic he'll offer some food, and if you come up while he's by the ruins, he'll turn and ask,]

Do you hear that or am I finally losing my mind?

II. [Quite literally running around a camp of deserters he's wandered into, helping as many people as he can at once. He has healing magic, sure, and a ring affixed with a stone that calms people down, but it's still his habit to put most of his efforts into actual medicine: bringing water, bandages, helping make and apply simple potions and pastes for wounds... He will exhaust himself with taking on every task and occasionally slapping down some magic before long, but calming down and taking a break? What a concept. That's not happening. In fact,]

Hand me that canteen, will you? There's about six more thirsty people here who can't fetch water by themselves, so let's get a move on.

[So, you're coming? Yeah???]

C. (OLYMPIA) it's stupid

[It's hard but not impossible to get into Olympia after settling in Wyver these days, but thankfully Merlin has a solution! A passport? An excuse? No, a really good disguise of an old man who has definitely lived in Olympia for years, thanks a lot. Catch him:]

I. [Arguing with a member of the Guard about this very thing, something that involves Merlin getting louder and louder and starting to draw a few more Guards' attention, concerned that this old man is going to start making trouble...

He may actually use magic to smack two Guards' heads together, and at that point he's going to need a hand getting out of there. What he does do instead of looking around to help is shout, louder, and climb up onto an awning overhanging the gatehouse checkpoint at this entrance to the city. Oh. Oh there he goes.]

Can't catch an old man, can you?! What are they feeding you rascals that makes you so slow and lazy?!

[Merlin....]

II. [When he's not questionably being arrested, he's doing something even worse: standing between two debating civilian parties and making his own commentary, loudly and to no one. It seems each time one of the sides says something about how to best attack Wyver, this old man is compelled to pipe up loudly with something like "You think that will work?" or "Oh, yes, that's brilliant."

People are starting to get annoyed.]

D. WILD CARD

Hit me up on plurk at jojoveller if you want to plot something! Or you can just hit me with whatever!! Merlin lives and works in Wyver, so he's around... chillin... if u wanna adventure with him, let's DO IT!!

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[flashystyle]

He-- He wants it in writing. He wants it in writing, everyone! [Dorian lets out possibly the most exasperated sigh he's ever managed, putting his hands on his head and turning away from the awning to think. While he's reevaluating the choices that led him up to this moment, a poor misguided guard makes his way over to hand him a notepad and paper. He doesn't appreciate it initially, but the fact he really doesn't want to use it gives him an idea.

So Dorian turns around, and he pretends he's actually writing on this thing. When really, he's standing there looking over this poor man's notepad and staring intently at the spot he figures Merlin is standing on the awning. Three, two, one--]

Oh, oh, fire! [Get smoked out, old man!! It really is catching fire, right under his feet.]

[politrick]

[Oh for god's sake, Dorian. The fire startles him initially, and the sound of his feet moving away from that spot can be heard overhead, but really? He's goddamn Merlin, it takes him no more effort than waving his hand to put the fire out.

Several of the guards think this is very impressive. They'll be less impressed when they have to climb up here and deal with the property damage, but whatever.]

I'm waiting!

[flashystyle]

[Luckily, this feud is distracting the guard from how they're going to have to explain it later. At this rate, the story might be too ridiculous for their superior to believe. An old man? His caretaker? All this? They're either going to be dismissed as bullshit or infamous.]

Fine! [He huffs, furiously going back to actually writing this apparent apology. It takes him some time, but he rips out the page and hands it for the guard to deliver. Once it actually reaches him, somehow, it reads as follows:

I, Dorian Pavus, sincerely apologize for pointing out that Dragoon the Great still has a terrible sense of style and manners. I hereby state that I will not make fun of his dress and lacking magical ability ever again if he will get off the guardstower and please give me some peace of mind. Unless he wants to go to prison. He can always go to prison.

It's followed by a very poor image of a stick figure with a beard behind prison bars, and it features a Dorian stick figure outside it with a smiley face.]

[politrick]

[Oh, this is wonderful. Actually it sucks, but Merlin got him to write it down and that counts for something. He reads it, with a lot of loud hemming and hawing and a few misquoted lines he reads out loud for the guards to hear— "I hereby state that I, Dorian Pavus, am a prat waving a stick around like it means something!"

He's having a great time. Before he actually comes down, he leans over the edge again-]

You have terrible handwriting.

[And... now. Now, he climbs down, laboriously because he's old.]