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Post by youngwarlock on Dec 13, 2012 20:37:52 GMT -5
Series: 2 During: The Sins of the Father
"Don't put Arthur in a position where he's forced to kill you"
"Whose to say Arthurs life wont rest in my hands?"
Merlin was still recovering from the shock of this startling encounter. He knew not who this woman was, nor where she had come from, but her determination to challenge the prince was unrelenting to say the least.
"I need you to take a message to Morgause for me" Arthur had said. "You must persuade her to withdraw the challenge."
Of course, it was always left to Merlin. All the dirty jobs, all the hard work, all the difficult tasks of persuading mysterious women adorned in chainmail not to challenge the prince for fear that he might kill her. And then there was the greater fear that she might kill him, which, if Merlin were honest with himself, was indeed quite possible, she had after all charged into the castle slaying several guards on her way in. She was an excellent swordswoman, that much was obvious. So when the young warlock had snook into her chambers upon Arthur's request to try and persuade her not to go through with the challenge, Merlin should have expected the blade that was abrutply thrust towards his head amidst her sudden appearance, but he hadn't, and he was still both startled and relieved to have remained in one piece now that she no longer held the offending item within her grasp.
"Please... you don't understand" he began reluctantly, having no idea how he was supposed to continue without sounding insulting. Despite everything, there was still no doubt in his mind that Arthur would win, and if the worst were indeed to happen, then Merlin himself would intervene as always.
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Post by Deleted on Dec 13, 2012 21:47:21 GMT -5
Morgause had just gotten back from her evening practices with her sword. She hardly needed much practice, really, but it was always good to act as though she was oblivious to her surroundings. As if she did not realize that the entire castle was likely watching her through every window available. But she knew that her arriving the way she had surprised everyone. It was nothing like any other knight would try to do. But then again, Morgause was not like any other knight, and she certainly was a noble-hearted Knight of Camelot. She held no such title, and her importance was recognized as very little.
Changing into a white blouse and brain pair of trousers, not quite of the highest quality, but high enough to be thought of as a noble, Morgause made a mental list of her tasks. She knew why she had arrived in this manner at the Castle Pendragon, and would have to accomplish both of these main goals: meet her sister and get her to sympathize, and convince Arthur of his mother's availabilty wherever Morgause so desired. Simple tasks, and both of which Morgause was certain could be accomplished by the time she served her stay at the castle.
Footsteps interrupted her train of thoughts, however, and Morgause had a hand to her side where her sword rested, as she instinctually did so with every pair of footsteps. This time, though, the steps led right to her guest room, walked right in, and looked around. Morgause wasted no time in sneaking behind the intruder, and holding her blade up to his head, eyes narrowed, and expression hostile. She waited for the intruder to speak (more like stumble), and then she searched his face for any hints of lying.
Yet, he didn't appear to be setting a trap for her of some sort. He seemed geniune. Lost, even. He definitely did not know why she was, or else he would not be passing on this message. "Who's to say Arthur's life won't rest in my hands?" Morgause had asked, curiously looking over at him. Still, he was insistent. Naturally, she would not show her annoyance, no matter how irritating the thought of withdrawing was. Imagine! She, the High Priestess and a lady knight withdraw from her own duel challenge! The thought was ridiculous!
"And what is it that I do not understand? The fact that you, a servant, dare enter my chambers this evening without a good reason? Or that you thought perhaps I would applaud your bravery in delivering the message from the Prince, and swiftly give in?" Her voice was smooth, calm, but her eyes were vicious.
That was one of her better qualities. That Morgause was able to remain calm in the worst of situations. Her only emotions shone through her eyes, and nothing else.
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Post by youngwarlock on Dec 15, 2012 12:59:00 GMT -5
Merlin's shoulders slumped a little as Morgause spoke. She was no doubt highly intelligent amongst other things and was seemingly already insulted by his words, knowing what they were before he'd even spoken them. She was a curious one indeed and Merlin was almost desperate to know exactly who she was and where she had come from, though he didn't have the nerve to ask.
Giving her a somewhat deflated look, he continued, choosing his words as wisely as possible this time. "Why do you wish to challenge Arthur? What could you possibly hope to gain by it?" This was perhaps a ridiculous question, but being a simple manservant gave him good enough reason to ask, though beneath Merlin's guise, he was genuinely intrigued by this woman.
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Post by Deleted on Dec 16, 2012 0:02:49 GMT -5
Morgause was wondering exactly what was going on in this servant's head. So many questions, she was sure. Many often asked questions when it came to Morgause, and she simple turned them away with her own questions. It was always better to maintain an air of mystery when it came to strangers, and especially these strangers. The royal family should not know who Morgause was, and what she wanted with them. She'd been planning this her entire life, and no one was going to bring her down now. Not even the most powerful of sorcerers. Wait. That was her.
Ah, and there they were. The questions that this servant was perhaps dying to ask, ever since the beginning. Morgause shifted her weight on her right foot, and tilted her head, almost curiously at him. "And who are you, but a servant, to inquire about my motives? They are none of your concern," she answered him, but staring hard at him. He had so many more questions. She could see it in his eyes. But there was something more. Morgause could feel it. Servants merely delivered messages, and did not stay to chat with a guest as he was. He wanted to know more. Why should Morgause give him this pleasure?
She took a few steps towards him. "And what is your name, so that I know who asks me these inquiries," she requested, knowing that he was of no harm. He appeared to be too innocent, perhaps a little...slow upon first glance.
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