nysalogs | incredibly open....

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!!

Flat | Top-Level Comments Only

I don't know if I want. I'm simply curious at the fact I'm put in one group and not the other. Perhaps once we get to know each other better, hm?

Maybe. I suppose I could forget how to be patient all of a sudden. [Ha... and also, because it's been a while now talking with this Complete Stranger,] I'm Merlin, by the way.

Robert.

[It's nice that she's talking to a boy who apparently has no last name, because he might not ask after hers. His. Whomevers.

But she leaves it at that. No gosh, are you related to the real Merlin, no, she won't put him through that twice. Even if Robert would be excited to meet the boy, eagerly asking him question after question for no reason other than boyish interest.]

Don't suppose you've heard of me, hm?

Heard of you...? Should I have? Perhaps you're famous for being a bit of a busybody when you don't have to.

[Is this another ego thing, sir? Note the irony of Merlin, on this day, calling someone else a busybody, because he doesn't. And there's something there, a squint like he's almost connected the dots, but no—it's gone.

Maybe next time he will remember that, yes, he has in fact heard of this particular Robert, but later.]

Ah, there's that rudeness.

[But she's smiling, so it's probably fine.]

Time was I used to be very famous, yes. I had a statue and everything. Quite flattering, even if it was more than a bit ostentatious. And for your information, it isn't being a busybody if people answer the questions I ask. How else am I supposed to find things out?

I don't think that makes you less of a busybody, actually. Maybe a pest?

[Heckling is heckling, and trying to make him sit down is even more egregious. How terrible.]

What did you do to earn a statue?

Better a pest than uninformed. You'd be surprised how many acquaintances I've made that way, even here.

[She's half a step away from reaching over and ruining his hair in retaliation-- in part because he deserves it, and in part because Robert can, whereas Rosalind can't.]

Made a few things. A shield vigor being my most useful invention-- or at least, according to certain parties. It stopped him from being shot, so I suppose there's that.

[Spare him... he's already endearingly unkempt by nature.]

A... vigor. [Now, that's definitely a word, but--] What?

A potion. A drink? He downed it and it coursed through his bloodstream in an instant.

Oh. Should have said that. [A vigor?? That is just silly. And it sounds like maaagic, but he'll keep that to himself.] How does that work?

Well, it's not that difficult. It seeped from his blood through his skin, settling on it almost like-- well, a second skin. It was magnetic repulsive, so when a bullet struck it, the shield turned it away. It could last for a fair few rounds, actually, though of course it wasn't invulnerable.

[definitely magic]

Easier than holding a shield, I suppose. Does it hurt?

Not if it works.

[DOT DOT DOT.]

Though early trials had the unfortunate side-effect of turning subjects inside out, among other things.

[Hey one question: the fuck???]

And you convinced people to drink this? More than once? Sorry—you didn't stop after the first time someone turned inside out?

It wasn't a person, it was a lab rat.

[Poor Cornelius . . . he didn't deserve to die like that, but at least it was quick.]

And the man I gave it to didn't know there was a risk of dying.

[Okay but where is the ethical practice here!!]

Then—then he's an idiot, I think. He didn't even ask?

Assuredly an idiot. But, alas, an idiot I needed, hence my attempts at keeping him alive.

He was the . . . well. You were mentioning your knights before? Rather like that. Action first, thought later.

[Was he mentioning knights before...]

But not a knight, just an idiot? I hope he's learned not to drink strange potions without asking what they do first.

[.....] Was I talking about knights?

Well, you mentioned brutish idiots.

[So it's . . . kind of?]

[Suspicious.........]

Oh, well, plenty of those to go around. I've heard they're starting fights on every corner back in Olympia.

It's not quite that bad yet. Though it may soon be . . . people are getting tenser by the day, and there's always people ready to take advantage of such things.

And in Wyver?

In Wyver they're quite satisfied with their plan to get violent at a moment's notice. They're all in agreement about it.

[He's judging. This is that Merlin brand sarcasm back at it again.]

incredibly open....

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