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TEST DRIVE MEME #5
TRUST CHANG ON THIS ONE GUYS

STEP 1 Post with the character and journal you're wanting to play. You're more than welcome to leave the message blank or have a fun little scenario going on. Like fighting that dragon thing or other Asgard shenanigans.
STEP 2 Other people respond to your post with new or existing muses! A budding romance! Hilarity! Fluff! A sudden attack! The choice is yours to make!
STEP 3 ???
STEP 4 PROFIT!
STEP 5 Spread the word! Bring a friend! Make a random announcement on D_M! Get this post to crack the hundreds! It doesn't matter if you end up apping or not! This is a place of fun and meeting new people before the waiting!

just took the text from

fakehedgehog; hope you don't mind!

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Not to worry - we've only been kidnapped.

[ He says light-heartedly with a clap to Lancelot's shoulder. It's been near two months for him, and their predicament doesn't throw him off kilter as much as it used to. ]

It's a grisly affair, really, but I'm glad you're here. I've not seen any of my Knights since Sir Leon took his leave near a fortnight ago.

[Only been - Arthur are you kidding him - excuse his bewildered staring -- no wait you just said something that throws him off even further.]

Your knights?

[Yes, knighthood beats kidnapping.]

[ Of course it does. GDI, Lancelot. ]

Ah. Right.

[ He takes a deep breath, tried and tired. ]

This place, Asgard - it has a way of toying with the sands of time. And if you know not of which I speak, then I'll take that to mean you're from some time before me. Or - behind, however you want to look at it.

[ He gives an annoyed wave of his hand. This place sucks. ]

[Yes good that's all very interesting but - knights? As in, he's one?]

What -- is this place? This - Asgard - I've never heard of it.

[Speak more about this knighting thing dammit Arthur! Why can't you read his mind.]

[ Well, maybe if you asked about the damn knighthood, he'd speak of the knighthood! God, Lancelot, this is why our relationship doesn't work out. ]

In our world, it is a city of myth to house the gods of the Northern religion. Here, though, it is more a city between worlds, a ... convergence, of times and places, if you will.

[ He opens his arms in a grand gesture to the both of them and the people across the city. ]

And we've the distinct honour of being its lucky guests.

[ But his terse smile says there is nothing lucky about it. ]

[Well gees, Arthur. You should be able to read minds by now, really. You probably ditched those lessons, didn't you :|]

So this is -- another world. And, why is it that we've been brought here?

[Because there has to be a logical reason to this, ok. There has to be. Also accepting this? Is somehow not even a problem for him.]

[ Blame Morgana. If he's missed a lesson, it's near always on account of her vile ways. ]

We've been charged with the task of, [ He closes his eyes, purses his lips, and and exhales hotly through his nose. The prince is not amoosed. ] of restoring colour and life to the land. Oh, and there's also a looming war that may potentially be the end of worlds, but mostly they just want us to paint the bloody town.

[ So unamoosed, Lancelot. It's absurd and unbearable and he just tries not to think too hard about it. ]

[That does seem to be canon's answer to everything. That pesky mosquito bite, that's her fault too.]

Restoring life and color to the land? How are we meant to do that?

[Surely it can't mean actually...painting the town. As exhausting a task as that might be - it just sounds too easy.]

[ Fact. She and Merlin, bane of Camelot's existence. ]

Through our emotions and interactions, if you'll believe it. They would have us hugging and weeping on each other's shoulders.

[ Not only is it not easy, but it makes no gods-damned sense. ]

[No -- it really makes absolutely no sense.]

Our emotions and interactions will bring life and color to the land?

[Alright this is confusing and he's had quite enough of trying to understand all of it right now.]

I suppose it might come to make some sort of sense with time - I confess it makes very little at the moment.

[ Arthur laughs lightly, a bit of relief in their shared disbelief. ]

Trust me, I have been here near two moons now and it still makes little sense to me, if any at all.

[Well that's not encouraging but at least there's good company.]

Are there others from Camelot here? You mentioned Sir Leon has gone -- so then there must be a way home?

There are. Guinevere, Merlin and the lovely Lady Morgana are with us.

[ Lovely. Absolutely lovely. ]

Gwaine was here as well at one point, but both he and Leon vanished without a word. We've no idea if they did something or they simply left in their sleep, but they were both gone by morning.

[So his grand plan not to come between Guinevere and Arthur -- foiled within hours. That's just amazing. He tries not to react to much to the names and just nod until --]

Gwaine? [Arthur says the name like it should hold some meaning to him but for the life of him he can't remember anyone with such a name] Who is Gwaine?

[ Ignorant as always, Arthur simply groans at the reminder of the time between them. ]

Gods, I'd forgotten. What do you last recall?

[ If he doesn't know Gwaine, then he must come from before the war, before Morgana -

He suddenly becomes a bit more anxious to know. This is essential, he thinks, because he will not allow for something to come between the bond they have formed. ]

We've rescued Guinevere from Hengist.

[It's so very strange to have to remind Arthur of that, when it was only done hours ago. But hey maybe now they could talk about that knighthood.]

Hengist.

[ He repeats shortly, a sudden awkward tension in his shoulders. The affections between he and Guinevere had not gone unnoticed, and with his current relationship with her -

He clears his throat. ]

Well, as I said, time does not flow evenly here. I have lived near three years past the rescue you speak of.

[Said affections make being here just incredibly awkward. He left for a reason and leaving was difficult enough to manage without the universe stepping in and being a troll.]

Three years.

[Oh. Three years. Of course. He can roll with that. ARE YOU KIDDING HIM.

Hope you don't mind a bit of staring. Oh of course not, with that face you're probably used to it.]

[ Oh, how he wishes he were. He lets out a soft breath, smiles lightly. ]

Much can change in such a time. For instance, in my time, you are called Sir Lancelot - Knight of Camelot.

[ And Arthur nudges him a bit playfully, because he remembers how much they'd both fought for it once upon a time. ]

[Sir Lancelot - Knight of Camelot. Yes good now we've reached the right topic. Although he's hesitant to ask because the only way he sees that happening is -]

Should I call you King Arthur now, then?

[Because there's no way Uther would allow it if he lives.]

[ He sighs, something almost amused but also something - off. There's more to be said here, but Arthur is damn sure not going to say it. ]

You could, half of the city seems keen to do so, but I am not yet King.

[ His father still lives - he thinks. He hopes. ]

You came to my aid in a time of need, as you have done before and would undoubtedly do again. You are a man of honour, Lancelot, and a worthy Knight as any. My father will simply have to learn to accept that.

[ What a rebel. He gave that bitch knighthood. Bitches love knighthood. ]

Edited (herp should probably pick an icon, huh?) 2012-06-02 10:05 (UTC)

[Bitches do love knighthoods. He's a little shocked for a moment because - not only is he a knight - ~~omg he's a knight squeeeee~~ - but he's a knight while Uther lives. Wow he must have done something quite special - ]

I'm happy to hear I could be of service.

[And yes, that little smile there is an I'm-a-knight-squee smile. What of it?]

[ Adorable. Arthur grins and claps him on the back heartily. ]

And I'm glad to have you. Magical lapse in time and space be damned, you are still one of my men and I will not take no for an answer on this.

[ So ha. ]

You will never hear no for an answer.

[This is all he ever wanted ok, he can die happy now.]

Good man.

[ But before this can turn into some soppy Moment, Arthur clears his throat and ducks his head. ]

Well, I suspect Merlin will want to weep like a little girl all over you, so we may as well head home to announce your arrival.

I'm...not? kghdfgjdhfg that's you!!

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this thread is the best thread jsyk

jsdhf well it would be with such a fantastic Arthur :3

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/sob you are too good to me \( ; A ; )/

not at all, you're the one who's too good to me, threading with me like this <3

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and we would be so very happy to have you

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you deserve it, you beautiful creature.

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nope if we are both awesome, we can both flatter. and you, my friend, are awesome. B)

gosh can I stay here forever?

always and forever. /clutches to my bosom!

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/cuddles

/dies happy

nope, not allowed to die! /phoenix down

omg am I Sir Leon now???

heck yes, immortal knight! /medieval fistbump

well I do have a journal for him /fistbump

s c r e a m why are you the coolest person ever?

I'm...not? kghdfgjdhfg that's you!!