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asgardeventide2013-12-11 02:46 pm
doggedly) wrote in asgardeventide2013-12-11 02:46 pm
text & voice
q w e r t y u i o p
a s d f g h j k l
z x c v b n m
>:)
[All right, yes, voice, now (but first he laughs, because brilliant--no matter what the hell he knows about the future, about what's here and the possibility of what could happen here; about who is here and what that, exactly, could mean--well, it's not like Sirius can't be serious. But he's had time to ingest it all, so now there's this--):]
Yeah. Is it muggles or gods that invented little bracelets that you can write with? Because it's genius. Huge time-saver. Top marks to the man who came up with this, this is a bit of technology I can get behind. It's these, micro-waves, and turntables.
All right, but I'm going to briefly add to the questions that have been endlessly asked. I'm Sirius Black, and I want to know: is the main form of entertainment around here seriously to conduct surveys?
Because you lot are badly in need of amusement, if that's what you consider to be fun. Or are these bracelets just more of a notice board than anything else? It's all about cooking and job offers and survey questions, it's half lonely hearts adverts and half wanted ads and half girl's magazine.
Since we aren't doing any fighting and your little earthquake seems mostly settled--I've got something of a counter-offer to cure your boredom, Asgard: a scavenger hunt. I've a list of things, and whoever gets me the most of these things, I will give him a reward. Or her, I s'ppose, should a girl be clever enough. [ps, this is not a shopping list.] Quills ready, 'cos here goes: six large fireworks, one package of small fireworks, a birthday card, one of those thingers on the stick that you whirl around and around and it makes a noise like a really loud zip--er, right, an inkwell with ink in it, please--fourteen eggs, a box of matches, and a book.
Any book.
All right, that's all! Prizes will be distributed to the one who comes out on top, but I'm not telling you what the prize is, you'll have to earn it to find out. Entertain yourselves! [And Sirius, but that goes without saying.] Ready, set--go to!
[And he's nearly done, but oh, hang on, one last thing--] Also, forgot to mention, James Potter is forbidden from playing. Not allowed. Anyone sees him collecting objects and reports him gets an extra prize. Sit this one out, Prongsie, that's an order. All right, now go to.
a s d f g h j k l
z x c v b n m
>:)
[All right, yes, voice, now (but first he laughs, because brilliant--no matter what the hell he knows about the future, about what's here and the possibility of what could happen here; about who is here and what that, exactly, could mean--well, it's not like Sirius can't be serious. But he's had time to ingest it all, so now there's this--):]
Yeah. Is it muggles or gods that invented little bracelets that you can write with? Because it's genius. Huge time-saver. Top marks to the man who came up with this, this is a bit of technology I can get behind. It's these, micro-waves, and turntables.
All right, but I'm going to briefly add to the questions that have been endlessly asked. I'm Sirius Black, and I want to know: is the main form of entertainment around here seriously to conduct surveys?
Because you lot are badly in need of amusement, if that's what you consider to be fun. Or are these bracelets just more of a notice board than anything else? It's all about cooking and job offers and survey questions, it's half lonely hearts adverts and half wanted ads and half girl's magazine.
Since we aren't doing any fighting and your little earthquake seems mostly settled--I've got something of a counter-offer to cure your boredom, Asgard: a scavenger hunt. I've a list of things, and whoever gets me the most of these things, I will give him a reward. Or her, I s'ppose, should a girl be clever enough. [ps, this is not a shopping list.] Quills ready, 'cos here goes: six large fireworks, one package of small fireworks, a birthday card, one of those thingers on the stick that you whirl around and around and it makes a noise like a really loud zip--er, right, an inkwell with ink in it, please--fourteen eggs, a box of matches, and a book.
Any book.
All right, that's all! Prizes will be distributed to the one who comes out on top, but I'm not telling you what the prize is, you'll have to earn it to find out. Entertain yourselves! [And Sirius, but that goes without saying.] Ready, set--go to!
[And he's nearly done, but oh, hang on, one last thing--] Also, forgot to mention, James Potter is forbidden from playing. Not allowed. Anyone sees him collecting objects and reports him gets an extra prize. Sit this one out, Prongsie, that's an order. All right, now go to.
[Video]
Merlin.
They warned him about this, they prepared him. There's Merlin here, Sirius, they'd said, but it was really difficult to fathom Merlin, being anywhere that wasn't ages in the past, in an era where wizards were wizards and tables were round and knights were noble and-- things.
Merlin.]
Merlin. As in, the wizard, Merlin?
[Video]
Yeah, I suppose that's me.
[Then, Sirius is at the end of a grin.] Unless you've been talking to Arthur. Then, no, you've got the wrong person.
[Video]
Right, and why's that? [And why are you young and not bearded and venerable and wise, by the way, but he keeps that one to himself for the moment.] You do mean-- like, King Arthur, right?
[Video]
They're all lies, of course. You shouldn't believe anything he says. [Merlin grins.] If you've met him already, that is.
Anyway, you said your name's Sirius?
[Video]
...And King Arthur calls him a girl?]
I've not had the pleasure yet, no. [He still sounds a little dazed.] And, er, yeah, I'm Sirius-- Sirius Black. Sorry, you're useless?
[Less dazed now, more incredulous, and he adds on, with increasing incredulity--]
But you're Merlin! You know what that means, don't you? And he does as well? I mean, you're the actual Merlin...
no subject
[There's a pause as he gathers himself.] I...I'd like to ask a favour. Whatever you've heard about the Merlin in your world, just remember I haven't gotten there yet. I'm a different Merlin than the one you know. Just...judge me on my own merits, not on his.
[He smiles crookedly, feeling lighter having said it.]
And don't worry, the namecalling is just Arthur's way of showing affection. [Definitely smirking now.] He has some trouble showing feelings unless it's a punch to the shoulder sometimes. I'm working on it.