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Post by pie on Oct 13, 2010 19:55:49 GMT -5
Merlin sighed. No, he did not want to see how far it was possible for them to run before they either fainted or were caught. So... into the Inn it was, sadly. He still had a bad feeling about this, but he still didn't have a choice. Even though he thought that the men would probably check the tavern. So, without further complaint, he moved with Arthur as the Prince opened the door to the Inn... and was immediately horrified.
His eyes widened in surprise, and his face turned a slight red from embarrassment. It had the general atmosphere of an Inn -- loud, noisy, boisterous -- but had other elements as well... And the main one that bothered him was the near-nakedness, or... further. This was definitely not an Inn! See what happened when he listened to Arthur? He knew that this was not a good idea!
"Arthur!" he whispered, too shocked to speak louder. "This is not an Inn!! Let's leave the way we came and find somewhere else!" Men chasing them or no, they couldn't hide in a Brothel house! That would be awkward and... well awkward!
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Post by pie on Oct 12, 2010 23:39:53 GMT -5
Merlin blindly followed behind Arthur, trusting, hoping, that he knew what he was doing. If not, they were screwed. So hopefully that wouldn't happen. He trusted Arthur with his life, but there were just those times where he wanted to throw something heavy at him. Now wasn't one of those times, however. So, tripping clumsily over his own feet, he was relieved that he managed not to actually fall during those times. He tried to control his breathing by making it slower, hoping that perhaps that would help, but all that succeeded in doing was make him nearly choke to death.
He tried to blot the pain of exertion from his mind, instead trying to concentrate on something pleasant. The only thing he could think of was the fact he neglected some of his chores before they left for the hunting trip. Well... chores were more pleasant than this was! The thought didn't help for long, he felt as if his legs were becoming like stone. Pretty soon and he wouldn't even be able to walk, let alone run!
When the small village came within sight, he nearly whooped in happiness. Though they had to find somewhere to hide, first! So he held that in for now. When Arthur pointed out the Inn, a weird look came across Merlin's face. "I'm not sure if this is a good idea, Arthur... I mean... something always happens when we're in an Inn." He would go in, however. They didn't have much of a choice, so he followed the Prince. Glancing over his shoulder, he mumbled a few words to make several tree branches fall down on the men that had been chasing them, hoping to slow them down enough to get into the Inn without them noticing.
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Post by pie on Oct 12, 2010 20:55:38 GMT -5
Merlin frowned at the joke, but couldn't hide a small chuckle. At least Arthur seemed optimistic. If he was, than that must mean that he thought they had a pretty good chance of escaping unscathed. "Right, well, same to you. Perhaps this time you'll be able to eat all those sausages and remain in shape!" He was, of course, referring to quite a time ago where he had just happened to be stealing Arthur's food to feed a girl he helped save... though he didn't want to think of that.
He sat still while apparently Arthur was thinking of something. He hoped he'd come up with something. The most Merlin could do was slow them down if he could get a chance to use magic. He couldn't wipe them all out with something or anything, one, because that would probably be too strong a spell than he currently knew, and two... because that would be quite suspicious.
When Arthur decided it was time to go, he didn't waste any time with complaining. No matter how much he wanted to stop, he wanted to get away from these men chasing them even more! But, of course... Luck was always against them as the men spotted them. "Again?!" he groaned. And at Arthur's command to run, he did so obediently, following him.
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Post by pie on Oct 12, 2010 20:06:21 GMT -5
When he felt it was safe enough to not be heard, he begun to take deep breaths, filling his lungs with as much air as was humanly possible. They had been running for so long, and his legs were so sore, but he knew that they had to move again, soon. They couldn't risk being caught, especially after running so much! What a waste of time that would be! Although, his heart was racing so fast, still, that he thought that he could run all the way to Camelot and back, without stopping, just from his fear alone!
He rested his weight against the back of the little hiding area, resting for as long as he would be able to before having to get up again. Closing his eyes for a brief second, he looked over at Arthur, who seemed equally as tired. "Why does this always happen to us?" he asked in answer to the Prince's question. "I'll be fine when I can rest without the chance of us getting killed." He wasn't going to be optimistic about this, he didn't like running for his life, nothing fun or good about it!
He hoped Arthur knew more of the land than he did, or at least could figure out where they were or where to go... Or even had a plan! The fact that men were after them was bad enough! The fact that they were Cenred's men were even worse! What where they even doing in Mercia to begin with? Oh well, the important thing was to get out of here and to safety!
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Post by pie on Oct 12, 2010 19:47:37 GMT -5
Really? Must everyone's fun and amusement come from torturing him? Okay, he really couldn't call it torture, but either was, the stocks were humiliating! A source of punishment for those who did wrong. He wouldn't exactly call what he had done "wrong", but hey, it's what he got for saving a Prince's life a long time ago (it had resulted with him being rewarded becoming the Prince's servant. Rewarded! Though he didn't mind now).
Although... he couldn't deny that it was a pretty fun punishment. No way would he tell Arthur that, though, or he would give him something he didn't enjoy for sure. But being in the stocks, having food thrown at him... Well, at least others enjoyed it! Mainly little kids, though... Hm... His eyes went wide as he spotted a potato flying his way, and he managed to move his head just enough for it to miss him. "You aren't suppose to throw hard stuff!"
As time passed, he begun to get tired of the punishment, even if it was still entertaining to a degree. Finally, the crowd had begun to disperse, and someone walked up to him. He grinned up at the girl, as she seemed rather polite to him. "Dropping the Prince's armor," was his response to her question. Of course it had to be something ridiculous. Of course, he had put a dent in the helmet, but hey, that's what the prat got for making him carry so much armor by himself, and all at once!
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Post by pie on Oct 12, 2010 19:22:35 GMT -5
Merlin had been back in his room at Gaius' place for a while now. It was late at night, but he couldn't sleep, so he lied in his bed with his arms crossed behind his head, staring up at the ceiling. He had a lot going on through his mind right now, but none of those would matter much as the warning bells rung. He slowly sat up in bed, blinking a few times as he listened. What was happening now? It seemed that Camelot sounded the warning bells frequently. But, usually only when they had cause. Had someone perhaps escaped the dungeons again?
He managed to push aside his curiosity and force himself to lay back down in bed, shutting his eyes shut tight. Whatever it was, it didn't concern him, he told himself. Every time he acted during these things, he usually only made situations worse. But again, this wouldn't matter much as another warning came. Not warning bells, and not exactly a 'warning'. More of a... 'plea' for help. He shot up in bed once more. Someone needed help, and obviously someone with magic! He had to do something now! He couldn't just let someone with magic be caught by the guards! Uther didn't care about anyone's intentions when they had magic, all he cared about was the fact that they had magic, and that immediately made them evil. Who was to say that this person was evil?
He climbed out of bed, now. He was still fully dressed in his usual clothes, so he didn't waste any time with that. Quietly he slipped out of his room, noticing, thankfully, that Gaius was still asleep. A quick mumbled spell would insure that it would stay that way for the time being, and he instantly left and went into the city. From the call of help in his mind, he got the general direction of where the person would be, and headed that way, avoiding the guards by hiding whenever he could. He rounded a corner in the Lower City and noticed a person in a black robe, with four guards coming his, their, way.
Acting quickly, Merlin glanced around and noticed that one of the guards was holding a torch. Of course, it was dark, and with all the noise they were making, stealth wouldn't matter. Well, the torch would prove a good enough distraction for now. Mumbling a few careful words, a second later the torch would "fall" out of the guards hand and down in front of him, quickly spreading just enough to prevent passage through, but not harm anyone, or any homes. "Quickly, this way!" he whispered loudly enough for the person to hear.
Assuming that he would listen and follow him, he would proceed to lead him away from the guards -- praying that they didn't recognize him -- and lead him to an empty house a little ways away...
[ I was just assuming that if the guard's were acting so serious about someone in the city, that the warning bells would go up. If you would prefer otherwise, tell me and I'll edit my post! Also, sorry that it's kind of long! xD ]
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Post by pie on Oct 12, 2010 18:52:25 GMT -5
His heart raced in his throat, his feet pounding upon the ground as he ran. The scenery flew past him, the trees looking to be nothing but fuzzy blurs to the young man's eyes. He had tripped once, perhaps twice... he had lost count as his mind panicked. He, they, had to get away from the men chasing them. Curse fate, it had rose up against them again! He was behind Arthur, who was much faster than he was, stumbling along behind the Prince, but keeping up enough to not lag too far behind. If there was anyway to describe how he was feeling, it would be that he felt as if his lungs were about to burst.
It had all started as a simple hunting trip. Merlin had left Camelot with Arthur, but they had gone so far and were now being chased by Cenred's men! In Mercia! If they couldn't get away, then who knows what would happen! It was just him and Arthur! And now they were in unknown territory, at least, unknown to him. His only thought was to get away, to find something or somewhere they could hide in, or perhaps he could manipulate with magic to stop the men long enough for them to get away.
When they crested the hill, he noticed Arthur's look and motions to him. He had found somewhere to hide! As soon as Arthur made the motion, Merlin did not hesitate to do as instructed, hiding under the cover beside Arthur, holding his breath, and praying that the men chasing them did not notice anything unusual...
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Post by pie on Oct 11, 2010 23:16:11 GMT -5
. . . *GLARES* You are really pushing it, aren't you Merlin . . .
E is for Edwin Muirden who Merlin was stupid enough to believe. See how much trouble your naivety causes?!
And F is for Freya who you killed, Arthur! TT_TT
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Post by pie on Oct 11, 2010 0:36:29 GMT -5
Psh, D is obviously for Donkey, or Dollophead. Which both describe Arthur.
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Post by pie on Oct 10, 2010 20:09:12 GMT -5
 Apparently he would just have to ignore the fact that Arthur didn't want to comment on his apologies... Merlin watched as Arthur began to get all of his armor. So... he had to dress him in his armor? Wouldn't it just be easier for Arthur to do it himself and spare them of a headache? Well, he would have to try, even though... there was... "How much do you need to wear?!" he exclaimed, horrified by all of the armor the Prince dumped on the table. Really? "How can you even move in all of that?!" Just from looking at it, it seemed like it'd be an impossible task to move around in so many pieces of armor!
When Arthur told him to begin, he looked at the armor and stared at it... blankly. His mind seemed to come to a halt at the sight. Which went first? There was so much! "Um..." Just so he could make sure that it didn't seem he had absolutely no clue what he was doing whatsoever, he picked up what he thought would be logical to go on first -- the chainmail.
It was much heavier than he would have expected... "Uh... this goes on first." It sounded more like a question than a fact, because that was indeed what it was -- a question. The next problem came with what he was suppose to do with it. "It, uh... goes over your head?"
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Post by pie on Oct 10, 2010 19:39:55 GMT -5
 Merlin cast Arthur frown, as if that made him unhappy. Though he wasn't serious, of course. He knew how much was at stake. The live of a friend. That was a very important thing to the two of them. So, if Arthur planned to keep him awake in whatever way possible... so be it. He just hoped it didn't involve bodily harm. "Fine, I'll try not to fall asleep! And I won't whine!" Right... that would be interesting indeed if he successfully managed to do that.
Streams? That also wasn't too bad. He could handle some hills and some streams. Wait... "Something's wrong here..." he said slowly, pausing to think what it was. He seemed almost as if he had figured out Arthur's lie, but then, "How big of streams?" Seriously, he could be very dimwitted sometimes. He then proceeded to frown at Arthur again. "My capabilities aren't so small that I can't climb over a log!!" Really, he could climb over a log! Perhaps not as many things as Arthur could, but a log yes!
He fell stubbornly silent, then. Mumbling something about the fact he wouldn't keep his opinions and suggestions to himself. He wouldn't get them that lost if he had used the map! "Besides, who says you won't get us lost?" he added aloud. It was possible! Even if it was far less possible than if Merlin would lead them!
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Post by pie on Oct 10, 2010 19:13:33 GMT -5
Merlin noticed that his apologies seemed to be going to waste, but he couldn't help it as he followed him. He sincerely was sorry. Perhaps his first impression on the Prince had been wrong. He knew nothing about him, and yet had marked him as a prat... Well, he was one, but perhaps not as much as he first thought. He sighed as he followed behind, glancing at his surroundings as they passed, trying to mark them in his memory, even if he had absolutely no idea what anything was.
His gaze was locked on the back of Arthur's head as they walked. And he couldn't help but wonder where they were going. He also couldn't help but wonder if he would always be at odds and ends with the Prince. Would they ever be friends? Or would they forever dislike each other? Merlin surely hoped not. He didn't think he could remain sane if he had to be Arthur's servant for the rest of his life and couldn't get along with him. He'd have to cut his own tongue off just so he didn't say something stupid every day!!!
When they finally stopped -- though Merlin still knew not where -- he lowered his gaze again as Arthur turned to face him, once more speaking in an angry voice. "Sorry," he mumbled again. "I just thought... never mind, it doesn't matter, obviously..." He looked back up to see Arthur heading into the room, and followed behind, looking around. It appeared to be an armory. He'd never really seen an armory before... So many weapons, and armor and shields... It was quite interesting.
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Post by pie on Oct 10, 2010 18:32:29 GMT -5
"Drastic... measures?" was the first thing that came from Merlin's mouth in response to Arthur's words. What kind of drastic measures, he wondered? When the Prince continued, he sighed in relief. Water and pebbles wasn't too bad, particularly the water, despite how annoying that would be. It would help to keep him awake. "I was just saying." He didn't exactly like being called incompetent... but, well... he couldn't do anything about it.
"I know what shortcuts are! And only awkward hills?" he asked. He grinned, now, and gave a small chuckle. "That doesn't sound too bad!" Really, he had no clue what Arthur really meant, but he would figure out soon enough that the hills weren't the shortcuts. Though he would have no choice but to follow Arthur.
Merlin was well aware that he was asking many questions and that perhaps he should just quit with them, but his curious nature always got the better of him in such situations. So, he would tell himself he would stop asking so many questions, but in fact, in the end, that would fail. Arthur also seemed cranky. Fair enough, he had reason to be. He was worried for Gwen's safety. He would just have to put up with Arthur's crankiness until Gwen was safe from harm. "I can understand a map just fine, Arthur," he responded. "Though... doesn't mean I could figure it out." Mainly because he didn't know which way was which, or where anything was, or... the list could go on.
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Post by pie on Oct 10, 2010 18:06:24 GMT -5
Arthur's words seemed like a blow to Merlin's face. He had no comment to respond to Arthur's words. He couldn't even manage to stutter out something stupid. Arthur was right, Merlin didn't know what it took to be a king or to rule a kingdom. Though he did understand that a king had a responsibility to his people... and that... sometimes that forced you to sacrifice their trust to protect them... Oops...
The Prince's words brought about a gravity to Merlin's view on him. It really did bother him, didn't it? Was he really afraid of what kind of king he would grow up to be and become? His eyes fell from the Prince to the floor, almost as if an apology, even if at this moment, he couldn't voice one. He couldn't test his voice. Merlin expected some other kind of anger in response to his words, but when none came, he looked back up -- only to see the Prince brush past him without another word.
He stood standing there a moment, his eyes wide. Had Arthur just... ignored him? Merlin was shocked, and didn't know what to do. All he did know was that he couldn't leave the situation like this. He also didn't know if he was suppose to follow or not. So Merlin turned around after a brief pause and followed behind him, making sure to match his pace but remain a little ways behind him.
"Arthur!" he exclaimed. Than, coming to the conclusion that he shouldn't call him by that, said, "Sire! I-I'm sorry! I didn't mean it that way! I... I just wanted to help!" He paused, then added in a softer voice, "I didn't mean to make it worse!" Though he did. Damn him and his mouth!
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Post by pie on Oct 10, 2010 17:32:22 GMT -5
Merlin almost groaned. Tomorrow night or the day after that's morning? That was too long for him to go without sleep or a break! Yes, he wanted to get to Gwen as soon as possible, and sleeping would cut that time down immensely. But he had just hoped that that time would be, you know... shorter. "I'm going to fall asleep on my horse, I just know it!" he complained.
He didn't mind riding all night and day long, of course. But he had a tendency to fall asleep if he hadn't had sleep in a certain time frame. Nor would he complain to Arthur later that he wanted to stop and rest or take a break. He knew how desperate Arthur was to save Gwen, he felt the same, but differently at the same time. To him, Gwen was just his friend, to Arthur, she was something more. He had made his mind up on that.
"Where are these shortcuts?" he asked him. "How far away from here and how far apart from each other?" They were important questions to him. Also, without knowing much about the geography of the land, he still wouldn't know these places were dangerous -- if he didn't know the surrounding land, he wasn't going to know the area around the shortcuts, either.
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Post by pie on Oct 10, 2010 17:15:41 GMT -5
Merlin stared up at Arthur, who stood only a few steps above him, laughing. He just wanted to... Ugh! The Prince's arrogance just disgusted Merlin! Just because he was a Prince, what made him think that he could bully people around? One day those people would be his subjects, he would be their king! How could bullying them insure that they would trust him when he grew older? When he took up the mantle of king?
He knew he would want a king he could trust, not a king that felt he was so superior to his people that he could literally bully them! And right now, that was all that Merlin saw in him. He wasn't aware of the Prince's inner turmoil and fear about how he would be as king. He did not realize the magnitude of the weight of responsibility that rested on Arthur's shoulders. Perhaps if he did, than he wouldn't be getting so angry at the Prince.
When Arthur stopped laughing at his his comment, Merlin gulped. Yep, there he went again, pissing the Prince off. His glare melted into a slightly frightened one, and he bit his lower lip when he leaned closer. In response to that movement, Merlin leaned backwards a little, using the rail as support so he didn't fall backwards. The Prince's words made him begin to stutter for a second before he said the first thing that came to mind, "You bully the people! One day you'll lord over them, they don't want a tyrant! Y-You have to be more compassionate, sire." The title, this time, did not come out as sarcastic. Nor was it added because he felt the need to be respectful. One could say it just... naturally slipped out.
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Post by pie on Oct 10, 2010 16:46:18 GMT -5
Like Merlin had expected, Arthur did not seem to mind the subject change. Of course he wouldn't, now he wouldn't have to keep making up excuses to try and trick him into thinking he didn't have feelings for Gwen! But it wouldn't be the last of the persistent blabbering about it.
Merlin watched as Arthur took out his map and studied it. To Mercia's borders, than? Alright, they had a sort-of long journey ahead of them, but they would cope. They had to, or all would be lost. Well... not all, but who knew what would happen if they didn't? He preferred not to think about that, as the possibilities were too grim to think about. And he had to keep his optimism about him, he couldn't let Arthur know that he was just as worried about what might have happened to Gwen as he was. He had to keep Arthur believing that he thought everything would be okay...
Shortcuts? And "in time"? Arthur seemed to still think that they wouldn't reach Gwen before... before they were too late. No, if they didn't get there in time, she would find her own way to escape. She was resourceful, she had to... As for the shortcuts, Merlin didn't really think much about them. He didn't think that they would be dangerous, even though he should have expected it, this being Arthur he was talking to. Arthur didn't seem to care what danger they encountered, he'd overcome it all.
"Shortcuts? Whatever gets us there quicker is great," he said. He paused, then added as a question, "How long do you think it will take us to get there, with these shortcuts?" His voice was filled only with the faintest hint of worry, and he prayed that Arthur didn't pick up on it.
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Post by pie on Oct 10, 2010 16:21:01 GMT -5
Merlin kept his gaze locked ahead of him. Arthur didn't want to discuss his emotions, it was apparent. But he had appeared as if he was going to, so he had something planned, and it probably wasn't a good thing for him. He forced himself to appear as if nothing was wrong, but inside he felt as if his death was ahead of him. He took several deep breaths in those few seconds of starting to walk down the stairs.
He wouldn't have to wait long before he felt Arthur push him. The Prince's amusement would surely come as Merlin tripped down the stairs clumsily, practically flailing with his arms to try and grab the railing. Thankfully the Prince hadn't pushed him so that he would fall down all of the winding stairs. He smacked into the wall hard and the force knocked him backwards, causing him to fall. Luckily he didn't tumble down the stairs, although from the throbbing in his head and lower half of his body, he felt that he mind as well have.
He shot a glare at Arthur, once more rubbing the side of his head. "You're just... impossible, aren't you? I'm definitely positive that when you become king, your subjects will just adore you." He stood up carefully, holding onto the railing and not moving. He didn't want to get close to Arthur.
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Post by pie on Oct 10, 2010 14:58:13 GMT -5
Merlin sighed in defeat. It was obvious that Arthur would come up with something other than what he wanted him to say. So what was the point of even trying? One way or the other, though, he would get him to say it at some point! And one way or the other, he also knew that Arthur's actions proved what he had decided about him and Gwen's relationship. Arthur loved Gwen. It was the only possible solution that Merlin could see.
So should he just give up, then? On trying to get Arthur to admit it? Perhaps. Would he? For now, fine, but before the end of this journey, before they saved Gwen, he would get Arthur to say it! ... Somehow! ... Maybe... He'd figure something out.
"Fine, Arthur, fine. Just forget the whole conversation, forget I said anything," he said. "It's not important." Of course it was important, though. They were his friend's feelings, and he was in love with another one of his friends. He gave Arthur a small shrug and turned back to the road. "So do you have any idea of where we are going?" He asked to change the subject. Though he sure hoped he did...
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Post by pie on Oct 10, 2010 14:26:34 GMT -5
With each word the girl spoke, Merlin grew more and more tense at the grim situation. An evil spirit from an evil sorcerer. An evil spirit the evil sorcerer wanted to possess Arthur. To forsake his ways and kill... his father?! Of course! Why didn't he see it before! It always went that way! Uther was the current possessor of the throne of Camelot, to cause destruction would cause chaos in Camelot and the kingdom. Arthur would also stand in the way, but if you could manipulate him...
The girl needed his help to stop Arthur, or to stop what would happen. But how was he to stop it? Did she have a plan? He couldn't let this sorcerer succeed. He was sworn to protect Arthur, even if he wasn't aware of it. He was also sworn to protect him because he was his master, and the Prince... and his friend. If anything happened to him and he could have stopped it... he would never be able to forgive himself, knowing that would break his heart...
"Tell me what I need to do," he said. "I will do anything to stop him." When she searched and locked his gaze, he held it. "I won't let Arthur kill his father, I won't let Arthur forsake who he is. Tell me what to do and I will do it." This was all in the hopes that she actually had an idea. If she didn't, than Merlin would just have to come up with his own. He did so frequently, even if most of the time, he made it worse before making it better. But in the end, they always worked.
He couldn't let this happen. To kill Uther and use Arthur to do it would bring great destruction upon Camelot, bring about chaos and who knows what else. Everything relied upon not letting this happen, just as the girl had said. He wanted to run out and go to Arthur right now, but he couldn't because he had to know what he had to do, or anything else that might help him.
"I'll do anything," he repeated. But did he know what this would entail? ...
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