asgardeventide | o14 ♔ video

[ Today's video finds two faces (familiar to some) sat beside each other at the corner of the kitchen table in the New Camelot household, Arthur's hands folded comfortably across the wooden surface. He's done this a million times before, though it's been awhile since his last formal address. ]

Travellers to Asgard - friends, allies, and strangers alike - a good day to you all. It has been some time since we first stepped foot on Asgard's soil, and given the recent ... changes, in population, I feel an introduction may be in order. [ A smile, cordial. ] I am Arthur Pendragon, King of Camelot, and to my right is my idiot manservant -

[Merlin leans in toward the screen, temporarily blocking Arthur from sight.] Friend. He meant to say "friend."

[ And Arthur shoves him right back into place with a hand to his face, still smiling. ] - my completely imbecilic and utterly useless manservant, Merlin. Recent times have found us in a rare period of relative peace within the city walls, giving us time enough to find our bearings and breathe a moment's tranquility.

[Arthur gets a jab to his side for his troubles, Merlin smiling all the while.] That's why we thought this might be a good time for us to hold a tournament. Well, two, actually. One for magic and one for non-magical combat. According to Arthur, the knights back in Camelot would use the tournaments to hone their abilities and keep their senses sharp - I think it's all just an excuse to bash each other around - when they aren't waging war. And, well, since we'll be expected to fight when the Giants recover...we could probably use the practice.

[ Arthur inhales deeply through his nose, shaking his head just a little, smile gone tight. He mutters something about 'should've written a damn script' before knocking Merlin's knee with his own beneath the table and grinning charitably once more. ]

Which makes it my distinct pleasure to announce the Tournament of Worlds, your opportunity to stand amongst your peers and let your abilities shine to their fullest. The tourney will commence on Day Two-Hundred and Nineteen; you have until the day beforehand to register your name for combat. Further information can be found attached at the end of this message.

Oh! And-- [He'll just be nudging Arthur out of the way again, thank you very much.] There'll be a festival of sorts outside the Arena the day before the tournament starts. The Natives are going to be setting up some booths again, and you're all welcome to join in, too.

[ ffs this time, Arthur's just going to grab Merlin's head and shove it under his arm, driving his knuckle into his scalp while grinning at the feed. ] So! Give us your best, Asgard. We hope to see the whole lot of you there.

[ And somewhere amidst Merlin's flailing and Arthur's noogeying, the bracelet gets knocked off the table to show their feet kicking at each other until they both fall out of their seats, still wrestling with each other, and the feed ends. ]

attachments: tourney.doc; tourney2.doc

[ ooc; yay, tourney announcement! mod post is here, and sign-ups are at the linked posts. blue is Merlin, responses may come from either or both of us as we're available. cheers! ♥ ]

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[ He scrunches his nose in distaste. ]

Well. So long as you find it entertaining.

[ Gross. Definitely Merlin's fault. ]

We'll be hoping for much the same, I think. Are yours typically unintentionally eventful as well?

terribly entertaining, hehe.

Mine? The last tournament I was in, it was run by a pit-viper of a naga who was trying to get all of her enemies in one place so she could screw with them. More people were trying to kill each other despite the rules than I could tell you easily. Between the dead chick bringing back her vampire friends, the necromancer I stole the first kiss from and the creepy bastard that hovered at Viper's side, along with the rest of that half-mad rogue's gallery...

Yeah, I'm going to offer to help keep this whole thing nice and civil, if you don't mind an extra hand.

[ Arthur's brows just ... continually raise throughout the progression of her story until he thinks even Gaius might be proud. It makes hardly a lick of sense to him, but - ]

The extra assistance would not go amiss, thank you.

[Think Mortal Kombat, only more monsters. Sam's a terrible storyteller.]

I'm a body controller. I don't like it, but I can stand by in case the person observing the fights thinks it needs to stop. If I get the order, I can take control to stop someone so nobody gets too hurt.

[ -- ah. He softens into a quiet smile. ]

I know of many that take ill to the abilities granted by Hel. This is a good purpose for it, it should serve well. Though we'll hold out hope it needn't be called upon this time about.

I'm one of those, Arthur. But like you said, if it helps to keep anyone from hurting someone, then it's a good use. Hopefully you're right though, and it never comes to that. I prefer not to use it much.

[ A beat, and he gives a small tilt of his head. This is - well, it's the exact opposite of what he'd've said six months ago. ]

A spell is only what you make of it, and I think you of all people know this true. It can be a curse, or it can be a gift, if you let it, and you've done well with it, Samantha. There is nothing shameful in that.

It's an old principle. I'm getting over it, but Body Control's ... sort of offensive to me in principle. Still, like you said... it can actually help people here.

And that's a good thing.

I'd toast to that.

Heh, contact me if you need anything in the meantime. See you at the festivities.

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