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It's really been a while since... [Oct. 5th, 2009|10:54 am]
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[myrddin_wyllt]
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... since we saw the Merlin. Or, alternatively, since Merlin saw anyone.  His two housemates have been more social than himself, lately, and he's feeling the uncanny desire to see people, meet new people.

So here's a wizard, smoking a pipe in the chill autumn air, looking at the yellow leaves in the trees and the humid, dying grass on the ground.

He's not entering the Mansion just yet, but perhaps he will in a moment.

For now, he's just hanging out, taking long puffs of a clove-scented pipe, and considering his options.

Lately, he's been feeling tetchy, but he's not quite sure why.

Open post, feel free to pounce at.

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[User Picture]From: sweariwontdie
2009-10-06 12:50 am (UTC)
And here is a Frenchman, who is obviously feeling cold, because he's bundled in a fur-lined blue wool cloak. He's holding it closed by hand because he deliberately left the elven clasp at home. For a moment, he wonders if he knows the person on the porch, but the face doesn't bring up any specific memories, so he steps up onto the porch. "Tis a cool night for lingering."
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[User Picture]From: myrddin_wyllt
2009-10-06 02:13 am (UTC)
Merlin takes a long tug of his pipe, and nods, politely. "Cool, but not cold as of yet, Mary. T'is a good thing, truth be. Are you cold, then, dear boy?"
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[User Picture]From: ebonyjaenelle72
2009-10-06 02:47 am (UTC)
Jaenelle is not sure if she's still welcome. They have had some rough patches, and relationships in general have not been feeling so secure lately. She sits next to him, though, probably just on the porch with her legs dangling over the ground, half watching him through eyes that are quite a regular blue.
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[User Picture]From: myrddin_wyllt
2009-10-06 04:51 am (UTC)
He smiles at her, a bit shyly. He's never hated her, nor been angry with her - if anything, he's always worried about the little Queen.

"Well, girl, are you going to look at me like that for a very long time? It's no way to greet an old friend, now, is it?"
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[User Picture]From: comesindreams
2009-10-06 02:52 am (UTC)
Perhaps it's the change in seasons, perhaps something else, but there is something wilder in Sebastian, more fey, more uncanny. He's not quite singing today, but dances, completely unselfconscious and hardly seeming aware of his audience.
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[User Picture]From: myrddin_wyllt
2009-10-06 04:55 am (UTC)
Merlin will observe Sebastian's dance, quietly. He's never quite -- felt this sort of otherworldliness in himself, but Sebastian always tugs at it.
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[User Picture]From: comesindreams
2009-10-06 05:18 am (UTC)
Sebastian notices his gaze eventually, and grins, a little recklessly, at Merlin. "You seem thoughtful."
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[User Picture]From: ofdoriath
2009-10-06 02:55 am (UTC)
Perhaps it is difficult to tell, but Daeron is unhappier than he has been in a long time. Perhaps it has been his company of late, but there is a definite shadow in his eyes and an unusual lack of focus to his wandering, voice and strings silent.
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[User Picture]From: myrddin_wyllt
2009-10-06 04:55 am (UTC)
Merlin falls in step with him, silently, and waits for him to talk.
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[User Picture]From: ofdoriath
2009-10-06 05:22 am (UTC)
He looks up, after a time. "Yes, Merlin?"
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[User Picture]From: ice_white_lady
2009-10-06 02:57 am (UTC)
Sybel is still lonely, and still determined to change this. Settled on the lawn, legs crossed, not for the first time, she calls, extending her power with their names as far as she dares reach. Moriah. Gules. Cyrin.

She is almost unearthly, with her pale hair and skin, like an icicle lent human form.
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[User Picture]From: myrddin_wyllt
2009-10-06 04:57 am (UTC)
The power tugs at Merlin, though, and he pauses at a safe distance, examining her.

He's strongly reminded of someone he hasn't thought about in a long, long time.
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[User Picture]From: ice_white_lady
2009-10-06 05:17 am (UTC)
She does not open her eyes, but her focus and the flow of power breaks. "What is your business, wizard?"

Deeeefinite mistrust.
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From: themercyful
2009-10-06 02:58 am (UTC)
Mercy comes up the stairs and flops next to Merlin on the porch, looking tired, sweaty, and dirty. "Whew. Swear I've never met a car so temperamental," she says, with a bit of an amiable grin.
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[User Picture]From: myrddin_wyllt
2009-10-06 04:58 am (UTC)
That.. seriously amuses him. "Well then," he tells her, "you look rather unscathed for a girl who wrestles with chariots."
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[User Picture]From: cannotresist
2009-10-06 09:39 pm (UTC)
And here is a Paulinka! Sitting on the porch, reading again, with a fur stole around her. She waves hello to him, smiling.
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[User Picture]From: myrddin_wyllt
2009-10-06 09:41 pm (UTC)
He gives her a smile in return, and stands, wobbling a bow of sorts. "Paulinka-girl, how are you?"
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[User Picture]From: cannotresist
2009-10-07 02:50 am (UTC)
"I'm lovely, thank you!" she says, smiling. "I enjoy the fall weather."
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[User Picture]From: the_bloodless
2009-10-07 03:42 am (UTC)
Kvothe wanders out of the mansion, probably intending on taking a walk, and smiles when he sees Merlin. He raises a hand in greeting as he goes toward the old wizard. "Hello, Merlin."
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[User Picture]From: myrddin_wyllt
2009-10-07 12:04 pm (UTC)
Merlin waves back, crosses the distance to offer Kvothe the compulsory arm clasp. "Kvothe my friend, it's been a while ere I saw you."
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[User Picture]From: thrice_gifted
2009-10-07 03:57 am (UTC)
If he's near the mansion he'll see a young family outside, Gabrielle, Chaosti and little Aiden. Chaosti sees him first, watching him with a stare that Merlin's probably familiar with from first meetings with other Warlord Princes, then Aiden looks where daddy's looking and starts determinedly crawling toward the wizard. Gabrielle corrals her boys and smiles in Merlin's direction. "Hello."
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[User Picture]From: myrddin_wyllt
2009-10-07 05:03 am (UTC)
The only Warlord Prince Merlin's ever had to deal with is Lucivar, and we alas can't say that they're on speaking terms at the moment.

He smiles back, politely, wobbles a little. "Good day," he replies, open and friendly enough.

Young families are such a rare sight, he muses, in this place.
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From: hourglasspriest
2009-10-10 12:13 pm (UTC)
Saetan doesn't feel the cold much either, but the smell of the pipe draws him. He often takes a walk just after sunset when the sun can't plague him but the chill of a long night hasn't set in either. "Hello there," he says as he comes back to the Mansion from his stroll around the grounds.

He isn't being nosy, but this is yet another person who smells powerful to his psychic senses but isn't Blood. He won't say that though. He's just cautious enough not to get too close and be ready with his defenses.
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[User Picture]From: myrddin_wyllt
2009-10-10 05:40 pm (UTC)
"Good evening," Merlin replies after a long puff of his pipe. "A passing fair dusk, was it?"

He's feeling the power - and actually smelling something vaguely familiar, if only perhaps because of his own half-demon nature.
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From: hourglasspriest
2009-10-12 02:11 pm (UTC)
"It's a good time of day to walk. I don't like being inside all the time." Though he's hardly as earthy as the witches.
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