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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!!

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[Okay, so--

Okay, so, first of all, someday soon Rosalind is going to have to teach this boy manners, because what a rude little thing he is, accosting someone strange and shanghaiing them into working for him. She didn't even want to help; she's out here (on her own, thank you, no need for mounts when you can just teleport) to study the ruins and remains, and she'd caught sight of him, and suddenly he'd barked at her and now she's got a water canteen in her hand and this is not how she wanted to spend the day.

Oh. Right. Someone strange, because of course Rosalind finds traveling as herself to be a tiresome affair. People get such ideas when you're a woman . . . no, it's far easier to flit around as Robert instead, masculine and broad-shouldered and far, far better suited for wandering around and socializing.

She's a ring of her own, which is a boon, because her patience is far less tried when people aren't being hysterical in her general direction. And luckily enough for them, she's a fair bit of experience when it comes to stitching up wounds and caring for people. Soon enough her (his, and how odd it is, to look down and see those familiar hands covered in blood; she half expects to get a nosebleed, reeling from clashing memories) hands are bloody, reddened from stitching wounds and fetching water.

But eventually, things slow. Eventually, there's simply no one left to help. And the moment that becomes apparent, Rosalind (Robert) heads over to Merlin, grabbing him firm by the shoulder.]

Up you get. He can fetch some food himself, it's not ten feet away and he's nothing broken-- come along, my lad.

[Merlin bosses royalty around and gets away with it, so teaching him manners is going to be a long and arduous process. He doesn't so much as glance at Rosalind-as-Robert as he hands over the canteen and immediately starts away to help someone else. The man's upright and clean unlike a great number of these tired and haggard deserters, which is enough for Merlin to enlist help and then dash away busily.

So he doesn't keep an eye on his draft pick except to look around every so often and notice, while he's looking for the next person to help. Eventually he'll have to go and thank him properly, he really intends to, before he's so tired leaning over his latest charge that he almost dozes off mid-explanation of the sore throat the man sitting on the ground has to tell him about.]

What? But— [But a sore throat! He could make a tea with so many good herbs in it! Except that he wobbles a little when he turns to look at who's come to get him, and even the man sitting there with a sore throat motions now for him to go. Nooo...]

Alright. Alright, only for a couple minutes. [Here, he'll wobble to his feet. A beat.] Thank you for helping with the water and things.

I didn't have much of a choice, did I? You might say please next time.

[JUST SAYING. She leads them over towards a little rucksack on the ground, leather and expensive and set aside a little ways, and so obviously belonging to her. Sitting on the ground isn't ideal, and she wrinkles her nose as she glances around, but it's not as if there's any chairs or tables here, so . . . the ground it is. Ugh.

But hey, at least she's got food and water. Just enough to keep her content for the day, and she grabs an apple with some relish. First aid is hungry work.]

What on earth are you doing out here? And don't be cheeky, please. I'm not asking what you've been doing, I'm asking why you're here instead of in Wyver or Olympia. Don't tell me you've defected.

[Wow, it's almost like this complete stranger totally has his number and knows he was going to be cheeky as hell just then... He makes a face like he's trying not to grin and failing, looking down to fiddle with a thread coming off his jacket instead. Sitting on the ground is one of the more comfortable things he's done today, so he's fine just sitting here.

Resting. A wild concept.]

I heard there were people out here who needed help. [He shrugs.] I'll go home once things are settled here and... better than they were when I got here. And I'll come back tomorrow.

[That last part is almost a challenge, as if he expects more opposition to his continued presence out here to match the dismissal of the deserters from the natives back in Wyver. Just try and stop him from smuggling food out here!!]

[She raises an eyebrow.]

By all means. Unlike some people, I'm hardly the bossy sort.

[It's honestly a miracle there isn't some divine response from the enormity of that lie. Even a roll of thunder? But no, the world continues as it was.]

Do as you'd like. Though you're not going to last past tomorrow if you keep up this pace.

[Okay, this time he doesn't hide the dumb grin on his face. Look, it's for the best that he's bossing people around right now? So it's completely excusable.]

How do you mean? [He's fine! He produces from, honestly, a pocket: some crackers wrapped in a napkin to snack on. See? Totally fine.]

If their own people aren't going to help them, somebody has to. It may as well be me, even if no one else comes back tomorrow.

And when you yourself pass out from exhaustion? Who's going to take care of you? I've been here for two hours and I'm exhausted; you can't possibly keep up this pace over two days, skinny thing that you are.

I brought food. [Crackers, see. No, he's probably just given away all the food he brought for himself. That one he has to work on, admittedly.]

I've never passed out from working! [Once, actually, but.] You could come back tomorrow and help out again.

Simply because you haven't before doesn't mean you won't now.

[She looks at the crackers. She is not impressed by the crackers, and emphasizes that with a bite into her apple.]

And no, I likely shan't. Though I wish you the best of luck if you really intend to do such a thing. And I'd advise you to pack a fair bit more in preparation. Crackers aren't going to cut it.

[. . .]

. . . and antiseptic. That, too, will help. And if you're dealing with blood loss, bring foods that will help replenish it faster: anything rich in vitamins B, C, K, or calcium is a good bet. Cheese, milk, green, leafy vegetables, citrus fruits, things like that.

[Merlin crunches a cracker a little more obnoxiously in turn. He's not starving, so he's fiiine.]

Antiseptic is the one that stings, isn't it? I've got plenty of stinging stuff fresh from the Institute. [He may have, actually, stolen these. It's up in the air. Thanks for that list of food, because he doesn't know what any of those vitamins are.] Cheese and milk aren't going to keep for very long out here, unless someone packs them in a lot of snow...

[She gives him a rather suspicious look. Robert has no reason to suspect ill of this boy, but Ros sure does. Not that she honestly cares if the Institute gets stolen from, but. Still. Squints a little.

Anyway!]

Then they'll eat those first. It's more to replenish blood lost than anything, so frankly, they ought to eat it first. Have you been using the stinging stuff? It's the difference between losing a limb or not out here.

[The real question is not did Merlin steal these, it's does Dorian still leave a back door propped open for him to sneak in and do whatever he wants?! The great mystery.]

I'll write them a meal schedule, shall I? [He won't, but he will feed them cheese and milk for breakfast if he comes back early enough.] And I have! I know how to clean an injury— I can do more than make tea and collect water.

[Dorian's Merlin Experience™ has always been very fleeting. Either things were very busy, or he simply didn't have the capacity to deal with the fact somehow this dumb boy has much more advanced magic than he could ever imagine. But he still checked up on him, if infrequently, because he thought he had some sense. Surely with great power comes some responsibility.

He was wrong. He was so, so very wrong. Dorian hears the shouting from down the street and looks up, and he knows that awful voice and that awful outfit and that awful boy. He's already drawing his staff as he starts making his approach.]

By the Maker-- are you quite serious?! [Now he's shouting! Why is he this way!] M-- Mister Dragoon, I have been waiting for our appointment for ages now, and this is what you do?!

You used to live in a time when people would smack each other with sticks when they had a land dispute. Forgive me if I'm a bit suspicious of your time period's medical expertise.

[But he's right: he does seem to know how to care for people.]

[Merlin's Dorian Experience^TM has always been a lot of judgmental comments and bullying about his outfits, so he doesn't look forward to Dorian coming around to judge him some more as much as maybe he could look forward to those visits. But this time it's different.

This time, he's an old man (again), standing on top of a guardhouse, shouting at half a dozen angry young men who are armed and sick of him. Two of them are sporting fashionable goose eggs on their temples, and those are definitely the two making their way to his vantage point the fastest.

This time he probably deserves the judgment? He looks over at Dorian almost wild-eyed, apparently gearing up for an actual fight which he probably shouldn't be, and—and calling him Mister Dragoon is a very nice touch. Love it. The guards look around as well, confused that someone actually wants to claim this screaming lunatic.]

I can't help myself when today's youth are so rambunctious! They want to give an old man some exercise, who am I to refuse them?!

[He raises his hands and several guards raise their weapons, expecting the worst— but he just laughs, obnoxious, and claps.]

[Wow how does this complete stranger know that.........]

Swords are much more modern, even for me. I don't think that has anything to do with physician... practicing. [physicianing, he almost says] For one thing, physicians aren't idiot brutes concussing each other for fun.

[truly a mystery for the ages.......]

They are, however, under the mistaken belief that the body is composed of four humors.

[Still, though, she waves a hand.]

But that idiotic practice was still in fashion when I lived, so I can't blame you too much. At least you're not going around with a leech.

[It must be obvious from the everything about him..... that usually gives him away.]

I don't like leeches. [This is the only reason.] The physician I know isn't an idiot.

[He's defensive... but everyone he knows from home has stayed in stasis for six months now, so it's not like anyone's going to come back up his arguments anyway. Oh well.]

Edited (okay) 2018-01-02 04:08 (UTC)

Ah, it's you!

[That's his form of hello as he drops right out of the sky, landing gracefully a few feet behind Merlin and his wyvern. Having recovered fully now, he wasted no time in taking to the skies, jumping wherever he could to stretch his legs. It felt much better like this, but the sight of someone below on his own was too much to pass up.

It turned out to be Merlin, though! What luck.] Hm?

[But wait, he was asking something, wasn't he... Jae-Ha takes a few steps closer, on the other side of the nervous wyvern to listen closely.] It's a faint sort of... rumble, isn't it? I hear it, too.

[ah yes that Medieval Brand Scarf]

And who is that?

[Touchy, touchy . . . but though her view of medieval medicine is absolutely dismal, she won't be nasty and exploit that obvious weakness.]

[Ah, hey legs. The wyvern is more startled than Merlin is by the sudden landing, making a few concerned dragon-y noises that Merlin quiets with some pets like she's really a big horse. Now, leggy...]

Right, that's the one. What kind of creature makes a sound like that?

[He'll get to the how-are-yous later... mystery sound first.]

[Six months and he still staunchly refuses to dress well, it's telling.]

Gaius, he's— he's like a father to me, and he's the king's physician at home.

[Which in Camelot is all the resume you need, but actually he's just fucking lonely.]

Nothing that I've ever heard.

[Jae-Ha moves past Merlin and further forward, more into the ruins as he tries to find the source. But no matter how close he gets, it doesn't seem the noise gets close with him.]

It's moving, isn't it? Should we go in and take a look?

. . . ah.

[Well. That certainly explains the defensiveness, then.]

I assume he was who taught you all of this? Or did you learn more here in his memory?

[His gaze snaps up from his crackers and he says quickly:] His memory? He isn't dead.

[Please... Merlin wouldn't survive. But he relaxes easily enough after that tense couple seconds.]

I helped him back at home, but I've been picking up a few things here and there these days.

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