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Arthur Pendragon ([personal profile] not_a_clotpole) wrote in [community profile] onepassingnight2011-10-01 11:40 pm

♔ 2 | The Other Side...

The rain is pelting down and the rocks are hard under Arthur's feet as he flees through the forest looking for somewhere to hide.

Behind him are thundering footfalls, the sound of a band of knights in pursuit.

Arthur picks a bad moment to look over his shoulder to see if his pursuers are gaining ground on him, suddenly he's tripping on a fallen log and tumbling down a steep embankment to the bottom, collecting any number of bruises and scrapes.

The wind is knocked out of him for a moment and he finds himself unable to move for a moment, which is long enough for faces to appear at the top of ditch, the knights of Camelot! Coming for him!

They have however, grouped themselves together and Arthur sees his chance. He scrambles to his feet and makes a desperate gesture, his eyes momentarily flash gold - so quick one would be hard pressed to notice - and a large heavy branch falls on top of the knights knocking them down.

It gives him precious time, time that he can use to escape...

If there even is escape.

Magic in Camelot will get you killed.

(OOC: No prizes for guessing the Chessboard flip - Arthur's warrior skills have been replaced by magic. He's now a Druid and an enemy of Camelot...)

[identity profile] waterfell.livejournal.com 2011-10-02 08:56 am (UTC)(link)
Her motives are so much more mixed, and less pure, than his. They aren't the motives of the noble prince still inside Arthur's dream self. She simply wants the ones who'd deny her the power that's hers by right and by her heritage, to suffer. And, she'd say, the ones who should rule are the same ones with power.

"Power is the same, no matter the source," says the warrior whose world was equally threatened by the demon of darkness from the sun and the moon's princess of light.

[identity profile] waterfell.livejournal.com 2011-10-02 09:54 am (UTC)(link)
[She has not become a kind person in the Darkness.]

Magic is the same. It's the person who uses it, that you should accept or hate.

[identity profile] waterfell.livejournal.com 2011-10-02 10:42 am (UTC)(link)
"And if I go?" she asks coolly. "You plan to stay here in this kind of life?"

[identity profile] waterfell.livejournal.com 2011-10-02 11:05 am (UTC)(link)
"You have power," she argues. Somehow, she doesn't feel the water approaching, and she won't think to call that strange until she wakes up.

"Use that power to make the world you want."

[identity profile] waterfell.livejournal.com 2011-10-02 11:37 am (UTC)(link)
The soldier of Fire and Wisdom, Mercury.

Call me by that. [She doesn't seem to wonder why the daughter of the water planet wields fire; perhaps that, too, is different right now.]

[identity profile] waterfell.livejournal.com 2011-10-02 11:50 am (UTC)(link)
To me, Camelot is a legend. [She still has a tendency to be slightly cryptic.]

However, if I exist, and I see Camelot for myself, I have to believe that Camelot exists.

[identity profile] waterfell.livejournal.com 2011-10-05 10:39 am (UTC)(link)
If I told you where I came from, would you believe me? [The question is thoughtful, as if there's no real urgency attached.]

[identity profile] waterfell.livejournal.com 2011-10-05 10:58 am (UTC)(link)
I was born on planet Mercury. My powers are because I was born under its protection.

[identity profile] waterfell.livejournal.com 2011-10-05 11:20 am (UTC)(link)
[That easy acceptance is something she doesn't encounter often, and Mercury finds herself glancing away in search of something else to focus on.]

You should be arming the men you have here. There's still a chance of having been followed.

['Thank you'. Because it's the truth for her, always: The important thing is being there. It's all she ever looks for.]
Edited 2011-10-05 11:21 (UTC)

[identity profile] waterfell.livejournal.com 2011-10-05 09:23 pm (UTC)(link)
There aren't blacksmiths among you?

Send some to be trained. It will help your cause.

[identity profile] waterfell.livejournal.com 2011-10-06 03:53 am (UTC)(link)
[She only gives a sly, sidelong look, and pulls out a small hand-held device from thin air. She presses a few buttons, turns it on herself, and-

Voila! A rather pretty female knight, in full armor, smirks back at Arthur in Mercury's place. Not everyone had that type of magical advantage for their disguise, of course, but was she expected to believe the guards and knights knew the faces of every single druid?]

Edited 2011-10-06 03:54 (UTC)

[identity profile] waterfell.livejournal.com 2011-10-06 04:04 am (UTC)(link)
[A few years ago, she was always uncomfortable using these sorts of spells, like she was cheating the universe somehow, or something like that.

Now, she enjoys them thoroughly. She wants to be special. Arthur's reaction is quite gratifying. She shakes her head.]


Only a few of these exist in the world. Others are already mine, too.

You might not have something like this, but there are still ways for you to sneak into the town, isn't that so?

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