One Silver Piece - [Action / Voice]

[arturius]

[Arthur jolted awake, shivering. His first thought was his sword, immediately reaching for it, only to find snow waiting for him. He soon realized he was half naked in the snow. Not good. It must have been an enchantment. His sister's doing, no doubt. All he had to his name was simple pants and a strange book. After yelling for Merlin for a bit, he gritted his teeth, tightened his jaw, and picked a direction. Fortunately a small abandoned outpost wasn't too far away. Inside he found some spare clothing, some food, and a map.

His first stop was the smithy. He had intended to request a weapon, hoping to find some loyalty to Camelot. But after discovering the recently claimed sword in the stone and no staff present, he simply took the weapon back. Far be it for him to deal with thieves. The shirt of chainmail was most likely his as well. He took that back in short order as well, pulling it back on. This was no doubt a town of thieves and sorcerers. They must have abandoned him in the snow, figuring he would freeze to death. Well, they thought wrong. He would be getting to the bottom of this.

And what better place to find bandits than a tavern? He had no gold on him, but he figured he would rectify that problem once he had found his attackers. So sitting down at the bar, he slapped the bar, and ordered a cold tankard of mead, while carefully surveying the occupants in the bar.]

[Voice] (after his time at the bar)

I am Arthur Pendragon, King of Camelot. If there are any other citizens of Camelot still loyal to me, speak up. There are important matters to discuss.

((ooc: so for the record, if you want to action it up, he can be found at Good Spirits or later, in the plaza during his voice message))

Comments

[herotypical]

[ oh ho ho! a new face. and such a bold, entitled method of ordering. buffy -- a little busy; after all, it's a friday -- takes some time in filling this one. when she eventually gets to passing the mead in way, she offers an apologetic smile. ]

Sorry for the wait. Mead's not exactly the fastest seller in the west. Had to crack open a whole new barrel.

[arturius]

[Yes, well, he's very disappointed. Because he needs a stiff drink to take this all in, after all.]

Apology accepted. [He takes a drink and, hm. That's pretty good. And there aren't even any mysterious floating bits in it. How very non-dark ages of them. Now is when he leans in, glancing sidelong at the other patrons of the bar.] What do you know of those people?

[herotypical]

[ oh. new feather. actually, thought, he kinda looked...a little familiar. maybe a repeat offender when it comes to feathers. so she took a moment to frown at him and tried to dredge up a name.

no luck. ]

They're...people. I know that much. And that guy, there? [ buffy points out someone. who knows who. ] He might not be a person at all. Or half-person, half-statue. He hasn't so much as batted an eyelash in a whole hour.

[ she's...probably lying. probably. ]

voice;

[all7seas]

You. Again. That king what's-his-name! You've returned!

[And not in the way everyone always SAID he would return, triumphantly home from Avalon and such. Nope. Still youngish and probably annoying.]

voice;

[arturius]

Arthur. [He just said that, didn't he?] Have we met before?

voice;

[all7seas]

Aye! I robbed you once, though possibly---possibly you won't remember that.

[Jack knows, of course, that people returning to Luceti don't always remember the times Before.]

Unless you do...?

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[arturian]

[Saber was already walking through the snow in her suit of armor, wasting no time when she had found herself back in Luceti. She would get to announcing her return a little later, once she found an apartment to stay in again and set everything up. For now she was enroute to the Welcome Center to find out what day it was.

That's when she notices a familiar face in the plaza. One she hasn't seen in nearly a year, but one she can surely never forget. She'll walk up to him and speak, forgetting what may be inevitable in a lapse of judgment.]

Arthur.

action; plaza

[arturius]

[He's at the point of getting tired of the cold to head inside when he's interrupted. A woman. In armor. Well now. That's odd.]

I am. You know me?

action; plaza

[arturian]

I--

[She stops, for just a moment, and then continues.]

Yes, I do. You are Arthur Pendragon of Camelot, are you not?

[It was a close slip. Right. It is more common than not that when people return here, their memories are lost to the past. Though this may be for the better anyway.]

[Voice]

[cynicism]

Oh. It's you again.

Does this mean we all have to listen to more self-indulgent speeches?

[Voice]

[arturius]

Self indulgent speeches? [Wow. That sounds like Merlin-brand criticism.] Do I know you?

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[cynicism]

You did, but it wouldn't be the first time you've gone home to that kingdom of yours and come back with no memory. Honestly. You're like a goldfish.

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[markofthebrave]

[Hey. So. Here's someone who looks perfectly normal! In fact, she's even wearing a style of clothes similar to the type a young working woman should be wearing, and she's got a knife tucked in her belt, a waterskin around her back, and a pleasant look on her face. Not finding the answers you seek? Maybe she can help!

She does give you a curious look as she walks by, as if she is trying to place your face...]

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[arturius]

[He's been getting that look a lot. But at the moment, he's deciding he really needs to work on retrieving his clothes. The ones he found in that outpost were a little bit beneath him. The fabric of these pants were unusual. And blue.]

You there, girl. May I have a moment?

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[markofthebrave]

[...girl?

Katara pauses and turns to address him.]

Sure. My name's Katara. What's yours?

[This is how we introduce ourselves...]

[mikangirl]

[One occupant of the bar here, who raises her eyebrows when he orders mead like that. That's cute, man.]

Mead's a pretty rare drink around here.

[arturius]

[Well now, what have we here? There's a woman who stands out in a crowd. Color him intrigued.]

It's the drink preferred by knights of Camelot. It's hardly rare there.

Let's just...say this is before he gets mallynapped, okay?

[consultmybooks]

[...that voice. That's a familiar voice. Vaguely familiar, at least. It seems to be the cycle for familiar New Feathers.

Well, isn't that nice.]

I'm afraid those matters will have to wait, given just how far you are from Camelot.

so be it!

[arturius]

[Something feels familiar here. But the way Giles speaks isn't familiar at all.]

I've been told this isn't even the same world. But I'm not too keen on believing that just yet.

[voice]

[perplexme]

Camelot? [Give him a moment to think of where he's heard that.

Wasn't Merlin from Camelot? The Merlin Roxas is thinking of is old with a magic bag and a long white beard though...]

I think it's just you, but try not to freak out.

[voice]

[arturius]

I am not that easily freaked out. [Despite what people seem to think.]

[voice]

[hisdarkmark]

[...you're joking.]

You're Arthur Pendragon?

[voice]

[arturius]

It is what I said, isn't it?

[voice]

[emp3thy]

[Well. This is Merlin's Arthur, isn't it? Minato recognizes the voice, though they'd barely interacted before.

...He wonders if this means Merlin might be returning, too. And then there's some other interesting things, like 'still loyal'...]

Can non-citizens help, too?

[voice]

[arturius]

[... an offer for help? He's skeptical about the offer. But maybe this person is just as keen to get out as he is.]

Perhaps. But I can't be sure what lies ahead. The journey may not be for the faint of heart.