❦ 008-> accidental video/open to action for those in the new camelot house { canon updating }

[veneficus]

[ It starts with a scream.

Although you hear just the end of it, a pierce, hysteric cry as an image comes to life in this late hour of the night. The bracelet shows nothing; just a blurry image that turns out to be white silks and pale hands as they shakily try to pull it, almost violently, off.

It takes a moment, perhaps by now you will hear other voices as whomever it was that screamed, they were bound to wake people up. Still, pale hands pull, frustrated and panicked before the task is done and the bracelet is thrown to the other side of the bedroom.

After that, all you can hear is the sound of a jewelry box as it hits the floor, spilling necklaces, rings and hair ornaments everywhere.

Perhaps you can will notice an image of a girl, a soft whimper of no, no as she turns - black hair falling down her black and flees from her bedroom through a door into what could only be a bathroom.

A slam of said door and a click of a lock.

And then everything is silent. ]



[ ooc; and so, after a dream of more than a year in Camelot (!!), Morgana is now canon updated into mid 2x12, Fires of Idirsholas where everyone is sleeping, Morgana is partly responsible and nothing is beautiful and everything hurts.

Replies will come a few hours after this is broadcasted. ]

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[video]

[whatagoodgirl]

Morgana! What's wrong? What happened?!

[And she'll keep this feed open until she gets a response. Other matters will just have to wait.]

[video]

[veneficus]

[ It'll come hours after. Hours of hysteria and tears and screams as two realities were suddenly brought together in her head. Asgard and a year in Camelot are now one. The intensity of it is clear in her features; she is paler than ever, shivering against a breeze that is non existent. Distraught and misplaced and more than anything, scared.

Once she was Morgana, bold and uncaring; the girl now is still her, only smaller, only lost. ]

Who are you? I do not know you. I cannot - perhaps I do not remember.

[ Asgard, she reminds herself. She is Morgana of House Heimdall, this is Asgard. Camelot is no longer.

Camelot might actually be no longer; and it is her doing. ]

[video]

[whatagoodgirl]

Oh, Morgana, I'm sorry... there's something going on in the city, people are waking up in different bodies. This is Nakama.

Are you okay...? You look... [Terrible.]

[video]

[veneficus]

[ She frowns at that, a moment of confusion washing over her. The dots connect though; the memories she had received from the woman who was herself and at the same time was not. A trick of the gods yes...and the name Nakama is familiar and sets her at ease. ]

You were my first friend here.

[ a recognition of a sort. At her question she grows silent again. Is she fine? ]

I am - yes. I reckon that I am fine.

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[pratentious]

[ Arthur has not heard this scream in many years, for all that they've been separated by state and space, but he knows it all too intimately from their childhood. It is the very same that drew him to her side during the late hours, just as it does now, and he's darting from his room just in time to see Morgana flee into the bathroom. ]

Morgana!

[ What on Earth. He pads down the hallway, bare feet and chest cold against the night air, but it's nothing compared to the chill in his veins. He tries the handle before hearing the rattle of the lock, at which point he pounds lightly on the wood with his palm. ]

Morgana, what's going on? Open the door!

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[veneficus]

[ She's in Camelot. Her dress is the color of emerald and her hair is done in ringlets by Gwen who is asleep. She is in Camelot but she isn't and she cannot tell one from the other. Arthur's voice calls to her and she can hear him, You saw people getting sick, what did you do? and it's enough to make her cry from confusion.

This is not Camelot, it is Asgard; but what is Asgard? Merely a distant dream. She was in Camelot then and she is here now and a year of life hangs in between, like the worst of her nightmares, the clearest of them all had devoured her in only to cast her out.

Something builds in her throat, a cry or a scream. She cannot see him. This has to be a lie, they were in Camelot a moment ago and he must know what he she did - what she could not tell him in fear that he would hate her.

He would hate her.

She screams, a sharp sound that she hopes will be enough to devour his own and wake her up. She cannot be asleep, she was the only one who was immune. The dream and the reality are one and for once, she cannot tell one from another. ]

[ action ]

[pratentious]

[ Her screams rip straight through the silence of the night to his heart, and it stutters to a stop as he just. Listens. Frantic and wide eyed, but Arthur listens, trying to discern what could have possibly happened. He thought the dreams were gone here, that the plague of Sight had left her for the duration, and it doesn't make sense. Why now? What happened?

It matters not. It can't, not when she will not listen and he can't help her, not from out here. He jostles the knob again, right palm flat against the wood. ]

Unlock the door, Morgana, please, I cannot -

[ He swallows fear, a strangled terror that clings to his skin and tells him something is wrong. Another bang of his hand against the door, the left gripping white to the knob. ]

You will cry yourself raw again if you do not let me help you, Morgana, just - unlock the damned door.

[ action ]

[veneficus]

[ She wills him to go but cannot form the words for it (perhaps because she doesn't truly wish him to). Everyone are asleep (no, no they are awake, her screams are bound to have woken them) and she has betrayed them, it is her doing (I'm sorry - !)and if they'll know -

No they do know, Arthur and Merlin do know. They do not believe her and they are right not to. She had chosen; Morgause over Uther.

But not over Arthur, not over Gwen, not Merlin. Why were they all asleep, she never wanted that. Just Uther -

Who is her father.

The pieces cannot fit in this puzzle and it's enough to make her scream and scream and want to be sick. This is real but it isn't; Camelot was here one moment gone the next -

Reality is somewhere, something she cannot grasp and she fears her magic, in her madness it might lash out and she wants to shout out to Arthur before he'll break in and see her eyes change into gold -

(Silly girl, powers do not work in Agard, everyone knows that.)

But does she believe in Asgard?

She is dead; perhaps she has died and this is hell. A black knight raising a sword against her and the sun bursting through a window in the castle -

But she cannot be; she breathes in.

And out.

She had gone to sleep and woke up different; she already knows, something in her was left in the dream, never to return here again. That Morgana - the girl who went to sleep, the cheerful one who had climbed in bed is now somewhere else (somewhere in Camelot, perhaps she could find her if she closes her eyes again) and definitely not here.

This Morgana, whomever she is, a mixture of a few broken souls in a body of one, finds everything to be quiet.

She raises up and opens the door to her brother. ]

action;

[minifridge]

[E v e n t u a l l y (s)he creeps down the hall, once the shit-show with Arthur has fully gone down, and knocks tentatively on the bathroom door.]

Morgana? [Manvoice dripping with concern.] Uh- this is kinda hard to believe, but this is actually Mary. Um.

Can I come in? Or at least say hi through a crack in the door?

action;

[veneficus]

[ It cannot be Mary. It sounds wrong. She is answered with a few moments of silence as she tries to understand it. Suddenly she remembers, a piece to add to the puzzle, a man who is called Rory is somehow in Mary's body. That Morgana, the one who existed until she drifted off to sleep found it odd and she does too.

In that, they do not differ. ]

I left it open.

[ After she had sent Arthur to dress and rest some, or at least dress. Mary (she is Mary, she reminds herself) would find her huddled on the floor, pale and distant but at least more grounded. ]

action;

[minifridge]

Okay.

[She opens the door, pokes his/her head in, and instantly lights up in a very Mary-like look of concern.]

Morgana! [She rushes in then stops short, distinctly aware of the awkwardness at play.] Uh... Do you need a... hug? I-

[asdjklfgdfh fucking hell, she just wants to be there for her friend but not if the attempts will make her uncomfortable.]

action;

[veneficus]

[ She shies away, still not connecting the face and the voice with the woman she remembers. She is silent for another long moment. What is she to say? she cannot explain it or reason it to herself. ]

Is this - did the gods do this to you?

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[dragonspeak]

[There's a moment of disorientation when he hears the scream from the bracelet and from somewhere in the house. Even with the confusion, he knows that voice, and the thought that Morgana might be in danger sends him bolting to his feet.

He's at her room as quickly as his feet can take him. After one panicked jiggle of the door knob, Merlin pounds on the door.]

Morgana!

action

[veneficus]

[ It takes a while, a long while before she shall accept him but eventually she will. She will step out of the bathroom, the Girl Who Is in constant dialog with the Girl who Was in her head.

It is maddening and she wants peace.

She will open the door and for a moment, she will just look at him and then say one thing along. ]

I understand now, Merlin.

[ why he had to kill her, even though they were both wrong, both him and her. ]

action;

[sentimentality]

[ She does not sleep much these days.

It's not due to discontent nor trepidation. Her sleepless nights can only be attributed to concern, leading to a restlessness that devours her whole. Asgard is home, and yet it does not truly feel as though it resembles Camelot. It's for the better, she supposes. Asgard is home, a manifestation of bliss, of friendship, of everything that could and should have gone correctly, Morgana included — her truest friend and notorious enemy of Camelot.

But Morgana does not lack heart. She has been as warm as Gwen remembers, has caused the memory of sinister smirks and plots of destruction to gradually fade into the recesses of her mind.

As she scours the corridor of her home, their home, Morgana screams and the sound is piercing, cutting through the silence and her heart. She hears the resounding fall of items and finds herself rushing to the room, only to catch glimpse of Morgana's retreating form.

She does not follow or disturb her and simply takes to the task of cleaning the mess she had caused, rearranging and polishing decorative hair pieces and brilliant jewels until they regain their shine. It's some time before she approaches the bathroom door, jewelry box in hand as the other raises to knock upon the wooden surface. ]

Morgana?

[ It's faint, inquisitive, as though she wonders if it's best to leave the other woman be — but Gwen cannot bear the thought of leaving Morgana to suffer in solitude. ]

action;

[veneficus]

[ Gwen's voice is the first true proof that she had somehow left Camelot. When she left, Gwen was asleep and dead to the world. Now, she sounds alive and warm. Still, she is scared. If she opens the door to find Gwen asleep again --

She needs Gwen. This had been the longest of nightmares but Gwen always made her feel better when she woke up screaming. She needs to see her, know her real. She reaches and opens the door, a mess of tears and a cry of - ]

Gwen!!

action;

[sentimentality]

[ The moment Morgana reveals her face, coated with the product of her tears, Gwen moves forward without hesitation. The jewelry box is placed aside on the bathroom counter for the moment, and then her arms are extending of their own accord and sweeping the other woman into her embrace. Her hand rests on her back while the other raises to stroke through dark tresses as it always has on nights like these, soothing and warm. ]

You will ruin your face with so many tears, my lady.

[ My lady because she is still sworn to her, even now, even if Morgana has asked Gwen to address her casually. ]

action;

[veneficus]

[ She is grateful to her, it is Gwen's warmth that lends her peace, makes it easier to breathe again. She clings to her, alive and sweet and here. ]

You are well - you are not sleeping.

[Not Here]

[coinpress]

[The scream wakes Kilgharrah up in the night, and he only catches the later part of the broadcast after he ascertains the sound came from the bracelet, which he's taken to leaving on to better gather information. He watches it, not actually concerned about Morgana, more intrigued, a small smile on his lips.]

[So the witch still suffers from dreams...]

[Not Here]

[veneficus]

[ ugh, trolldragon. she wishes you and you eerie smile had stayed in Camelot >:| ]

[Voice]

[bibliophile_annex]

[The scream is enough to startle anyone. Hermione gazes at her bracelet, holding her breath as she wonders if she should speak up or not. Finally, she manages to whisper:]

Are you alright? Do you need someone to... [But the woman is away from the bracelet. Biting her lip, Hermione clears her throat and raises her voice.]

Hello?

[ video ]

[veneficus]

[ It is many hours after that she agrees to see the bracelet again. It scares her, a proof that Asgard is true and not a dream, countless of faces and names she remembers even though they are not quite her own to remember. And they all remember her but they do not know her, not her, simply who she was.

Still, this voice she cannot place. She has no recollection of it from the memories she had woken up with. It is oddly comforting; perhaps she has no expectations from her, this girl.

There is a shawl on her shoulders and she tugs at it as she tries to remain ladylike in this predicament. ]

...I am alright. You - have we met?

action; forever late - feel free to ignore ;-;

[sworntovalor]

[At the scream he rushes to her door with his sword in hand, but it doesn't take long to realize that there is no danger. He retreats, allowing the people who actually know her to care for her, instead settling in the kitchen to give them all privacy.

Time goes by, and he contemplates going back to his room but should conversations still be going on it would be incredibly rude of him to catch any of them, even if by accident. So brewing another pot of coffee it is.]

even later, forgive me!

[veneficus]

[ An a while later, half an hour or so, Morgana comes down for a drink of water. Red-eyed, pale and tired looking; but at least she's done crying. She is not a child, the girl who she was before was not one either but she had matured over the year (over the night) and she refuses to continue acting like a babe for long.

She looks at him from the door, nodding at him. She doesn't wish to intrude. ]

you can't be late to a late reply ok <3

[sworntovalor]

[He looks up when he hears footsteps, and jumps up to his feet, offering her a small but respectful bow.]

My Lady - please do have a seat - can I get you anything?

[He's not a servant, but he hardly feels like a knight yet either. Stuck somewhere in the middle, it's difficult to figure out how to behave.]