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asgardeventide2013-05-21 07:50 am
pratentious) wrote in asgardeventide2013-05-21 07:50 am
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[ Not an unusual sight, Arthur being melancholy. It's been all too common these past months. He might like to change that. ]
By Asgard's measures, I've been here over a year now - near two-hundred and thirty days, if I've kept count correctly. [ He has. ] In that time, I have witnessed ... a great many things. I've seen peasants turned Knight, Princes turned King, Kings laid to their eternal rest. I've watched my men come and go, some more than once with no recollection of their previous incarnations.
I've seen war ravage this land with no surety that any of us would see the light of another day. I've watched my friends die - some, more than once. More than twice. [ A pause. ] I've bid farewell to more friends than I care to count, all of whom returned to whatsoever awaits them in their realms without so much as a whisper. They will not remember us or our trials. They may never return. Like paying respects to a ghost.
[ He misses Conan. And Kate. Mary, Sora, Robb. Too many to count. More than he cares to count. He inhales. Exhales. ]
A dear friend once told me that you ought to eat ice cream with the ones you care about. He took me to a parlour in Freya on numerous occasions. [ Because he cared. Arthur had a brother, once. He breathes deep again, and tries for a small smile. ] You might find me there today, if you'd care. My treat - and I swear on my honour not to be maudlin all over you. It's a terribly unbecoming thing for a king.
[ Another pause, and he might've made this next bit private, but it sends a message to more than just one. ]
Merlin, I expect to find you there at some point or another in the day. [ Arthur Squishyface Pendragon. Do not be rude. ] If it please you.
[ Better. Sort of. He's trying! And he will be sitting at a table at said NPC ice cream parlour in Freya, contemplating what flavour he ought to try this time, if you'd like to stumble upon him or meet up with the lonely King! ]
By Asgard's measures, I've been here over a year now - near two-hundred and thirty days, if I've kept count correctly. [ He has. ] In that time, I have witnessed ... a great many things. I've seen peasants turned Knight, Princes turned King, Kings laid to their eternal rest. I've watched my men come and go, some more than once with no recollection of their previous incarnations.
I've seen war ravage this land with no surety that any of us would see the light of another day. I've watched my friends die - some, more than once. More than twice. [ A pause. ] I've bid farewell to more friends than I care to count, all of whom returned to whatsoever awaits them in their realms without so much as a whisper. They will not remember us or our trials. They may never return. Like paying respects to a ghost.
[ He misses Conan. And Kate. Mary, Sora, Robb. Too many to count. More than he cares to count. He inhales. Exhales. ]
A dear friend once told me that you ought to eat ice cream with the ones you care about. He took me to a parlour in Freya on numerous occasions. [ Because he cared. Arthur had a brother, once. He breathes deep again, and tries for a small smile. ] You might find me there today, if you'd care. My treat - and I swear on my honour not to be maudlin all over you. It's a terribly unbecoming thing for a king.
[ Another pause, and he might've made this next bit private, but it sends a message to more than just one. ]
Merlin, I expect to find you there at some point or another in the day. [ Arthur Squishyface Pendragon. Do not be rude. ] If it please you.
[ Better. Sort of. He's trying! And he will be sitting at a table at said NPC ice cream parlour in Freya, contemplating what flavour he ought to try this time, if you'd like to stumble upon him or meet up with the lonely King! ]
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...Maybe. [She pauses.] If so, I'm glad he found dear friends here.
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[ Two of Roxas' friends in one go! He should've known ice cream would be the key. ]
I am Arthur Pendragon of Camelot. It's good to meet one who so very clearly cares for him as do you.
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[Ice cream is always the key. It equals friendship! Along with papou fruit.]
It's nice to meet you, Arthur Pendragon of Camelot. [A beat.] I am Xion.
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[ But - oh. ]
Are you those from the clocktower, then?
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...You know about the clock tower?
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[ So happy to be meeting little bro's frands, even if he has no clue. ]
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There's someone else here who knows about the clocktower?
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[ Was it meant to be a secret? ]
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[ ahaha haha aw . . . ]
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It's a tower with a clock on it.
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Well - yes, I rather understand the concept as the name would imply, but - a clock is just - [ itty bitty, like a nightstand or a watch; why in a tower? ] - what's the purpose?
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[but you know that is a really good question. and she pauses.]
I guess... Because it's large enough everyone through town can see it. And when the hour changes they'll know.
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For the whole town? I suppose that is rather remarkable.
[ And not at all what he was picturing. But now he can picture something else. ]
Does that mean you could see the stretch of the city when you sat up there?
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I could find much the same in the battlements of the palace. I can't say I'd ever thought of eating up there, though.
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