...Quiet.

[Arthur is sitting on his windowsill, legs swinging outside of the open window. He doesn't seem to be caring much or noticing for the cold.]

I've dealt with this before, and I can do it again. Easily. ...I simply need some noise around here.

None of this is real. This is a trick by the Animus--nothing more than a vision. None of this is real.

[Arthur's pale, almost ashen face shows enough, that he's trying to make himself believe it. He's a prince, he needs to be stronger than this. Behind him is a rather ornate gravestone, and if one looks very closely, they might be able to make out ( Read more... )

A few days until the next "event". Considering the severity of the last two--I'm not sure if it's a good or bad sign. It could mean that we might be given a bit of a breather, but on the other hand, it could be a sign that things are just going to be more and more dangerous from here on out.

Merlin, is that pest of an animal still following you

What is it with people here and mind control? One has to wonder if the same person is behind the last time...

We really can't get a break, can we?

( Filtered to Merlin // Unhackable )

[Arthur's looking...a tad awkward. Well. It may be the fact that he's not exactly human anymore. The lower half of his body has been replaced with a fish tail. Adstringendum, have Prince Arthur Pendragon the merman. It's taken him a good amount of time to get the hang of swimming down with the tail, but he's still baffled by his condition.]This is ( Read more... )

[The filters being down is going to make this even more difficult than usual.]

Rachel. Raven. I would like to talk to the two of you in private. Not necessarily together, I just need...to discuss something. When are either of you free?

...seems as if he's gone. Again. Pity. As much of a hellhole this place is, in a twisted way, I think he was finding more of a sense of belonging here than he would have back in Camelot.

[He...really doesn't look all that happy, obviously.]

It's going to be a little duller around here again.

[He...doesn't look exactly pleased. While he knows how to swim, the church is starting to get flooded, and there's no telling on when it's going to stop.]

Are we going to have to survive until Sunday with this downpour? How higher is the water going to rise? [He sighs.] There's little we can do to stop it, I assume. Is there anyone who needs

That was a relatively tame event for the week, which I can't help but be grateful for. Even if strange, to see sheep like that. On one hand, it'll definitely be useful--all the wool--for when the months grow colder here. On the other hand...please tell me that someone can dye it. I really don't want to run around in those colors.

[He leans back, ( Read more... )

[For now, Arthur's trying to block out the music. He has a bit of a headache as it is, really. In the background, this is playing.]

Three days so far. At least I can comfort myself with it being over at the end of the week. Though, Rachel, I'm sure this all-encompassing music makes you happy.

[He smiles slightly, before shutting off the PCD. That ( Read more... )