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Post by Zoicite on Jan 17, 2008 5:28:05 GMT
((loves that everyone is participating again and hopes fervently that she won't have to be Loke /again/, for it is so hard..))
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Post by Libitine on Jan 17, 2008 10:51:35 GMT
((YOU MUST POST! . . . please?))
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She was smiling at him, in her own twisted way, and Loke accepted that. His little sister was still there somewhere, under all that glitter and paint. She could be lured out every once and a while.
"Curiosity?" Mordred scoffed. "That doesn't answer Auntie Mab's question. Why are you here?"
Loke looked at the floor for a moment, and then lifted his gaze back up to Mab. "I am curious to know what you might do about Idath."
Any trace of a smile that might have been imagined on Mab's face was there no longer. "Idath?" She said. "Why are you brining him into this?"
"Well," Loke said softly. "If you didn't notice, the battle the other day was a large one."
Mab shrugged. "So? Your point, please, Loke."
"Alright." The Lord of Fire said in an aggravated tone. "My point is that some of the souls were missed; some are still wandering around."
Mab's eyes flashed for a moment. "Are you trying to tell me that I have to clean up after the Lord of Death?" She hissed.
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Post by himiko on Jan 18, 2008 0:49:21 GMT
Loke shook his head, "No, nothing like that. You know Idath- intimately, as I recall..." He snapped back to topic swiftly as Mab opened her mouth angrily, "He'll round up the spirits, eventually. I was thinking more along the lines of keeping him on your side- or leaning towards it at the very least..."
"What?" Mab asked in surprise, "Why is that so important? We've won..."
"Not quite," Loke interrupted, "As you pointed out, I've been out of the mortal world for years, but I still hear whisperings and rumbling of events that are happening here, and a little bird tells me that your son has gone to seek out some of our fellow Elemental Kings for help."
"What?" Mab's expression paled, "But he can't hope to succeed- there hasn't been all out war between the elements for thousands of years."
"True," Loke agreed hesitantly, "But then, you know our brother can get a touch sentimental about certain things, and having a head full of rocks can't be good for anyone's common sense..."
"Are you saying?" Mab interrupted, "That the Mountain King has agreed to help him?"
"I'm not sure, yet," Loke admitted, "But he's certainly risen from his sleep, and he's certainly talked to Merlin, which implies that he's thinking about it at the very least. And if Merlin talks to our sister..."
"She will help him," Mab said bitterly, "If she still exists, and it comes down to war, she will pit herself against me, I have no illusions about that." She paused for a moment, her expression still pale, "Does that fool boy have no idea what he's doing? If he tries to create war between the Elemental Kings, then there will be destruction beyond anything he could imagine." Loke nodded.
"Quite."
"And what of your own part in this, Loke?" Mab asked, quietly, "If we assume that the worst case is true, and that our brother and sister have agreed to help Merlin, then what will you do?"
"I will wait and watch," Loke replied, carelessly. Noting Mab's expression, he winked at her and grinned, "But for the moment, I think I'll watch and observe from your side. And as for Idath, you know he would make a valuable ally in this, and a terrible enemy if it did come to war. And, not that I want to pry, but another little bird happened to mention that he's not terribly happy with you these days, and this latest chaos isn't likely to endear you to him."
"And what do you expect me to do about that?" Mab snapped.
"How should I know?" Loke asked, "I've never really made a habit of getting on either his good or bad side. Apologise to him. Be pleasant to him- sorry, maybe wanting you to be pleasant to someone is expecting a bit much. Flutter your eyelashes at him and appeal to the side of him that's still soft on you, perhaps..." Here he trailed off to catch the fireball that Mab had flung at him with no little force, accompanied by a truly ferocious glare.
Mordred, meanwhile, forgotten once more, frowned between his aunt and the Lord of Fire. So, Merlin was making a nuisance of himself, was he? Maybe Auntie Mab wouldn't be so sad to see the back of him after all. He smirked to himself.
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Post by himiko on Jan 26, 2008 0:30:42 GMT
*pokes Cid in a pointed manner* Come on, you know you want to update...
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Post by Libitine on Jan 26, 2008 2:53:50 GMT
Cid: Hey! No poking!
I will update in a while.
OR
Laney could!!
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Post by Lane of Magic on Jan 29, 2008 22:50:36 GMT
What? TBH, this is something I'd like to just read, at least for the time being, see how it goes))) *also, has hands/mind full with Jim*
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Post by himiko on Jan 29, 2008 23:17:49 GMT
Well, ONE of the people on this forum is surely able to update *glares around*
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Post by Zoicite on Jan 30, 2008 6:21:34 GMT
I would, but I don't even want to try rping as Merlin.
Maybe if you could plottwist Morgan's soul in here...
but not Merlin. *would probably be very good at Merlin and is terrified of that*
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Post by Libitine on Jan 30, 2008 11:36:42 GMT
*pokes* Update!
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Post by Zoicite on Jan 30, 2008 20:23:53 GMT
*pokes back* /You/ update.
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Post by himiko on Jan 30, 2008 23:43:32 GMT
*smacks both of you around the head* ONE of you update!
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Post by Libitine on Feb 1, 2008 10:33:38 GMT
Mordred picked a piece of lint from his tunic as his aunt and her brother fought using both their magic and their words. He sighed. How could they forget him so easily? He was the king. He deserved some respect.
Mordred, well, King Mordred, in his respects, stood to tell his Auntie Mab to turn her attentions to him, but upon seeing how hard she managed to fling Loke into the wall, he decided sitting was a safer idea.
After a moment, Mab sent a fireball that signed Loke's forearm. He stopped his fire and glared back at her.
"If you wanted me to leave, sister, you could have just said so." He whispered in a low hiss.
Mab's reply was only to very slowly blink her narrowed green eyes. Her glowing irises followed Loke as he crossed the room. They followed him still as he flickered away.
Mordred jumped up off his throne and ran to his aunt. "Auntie!" He said, gently tugging her sleeve. "Can you teach me show to do that?"
Her eyes relaxed a bit and she turned to Mordred. "If you wish my sweetie." Mab cooed, sweet as ever, as if she hadn't just sent flames at her brother in front of him.
"Oh I do, Auntie Mab." Mordred said. "I wish for that and for a dragon to practice my powers on and a grand feast in my honor."
Mab smiled at him, warming his cheeks. "You can have all those things." She said. "You deserve them."
Mordred beamed and walked back to his throne. After a quick moment of silence he spoke again. "Auntie?"
She turned, snapped out of thought. "Yes Mordred?"
"Auntie what are we to do about Merlin?"
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Post by himiko on Feb 4, 2008 3:13:47 GMT
Mab blinked slowly, chose her next words carefully. Mordred hated Merlin, she knew that, and if she gave the order for his death, then the new king would certainly carry it out with great enthusiasm. But, as Mab's great weakness had always been, she couldn't bring herself to harm him, not even through Mordred. And this time there were more reasons than simple sentimentality.
"We need to be cautious," Mab replied, "If Merlin HAS made contact with the other elemental kings, and they are willing to listen to him, then by causing anything to happen to him, we risk facing their hostility. Ineffectual as my brother and sister are most of the time, a war between the elemental kings could still be catastrophic. I was not exaggerating when I said that to Loke." She couldn't help slightly regretting sending Loke away. If this threat was real, she needed all the help she could get. Likely he wouldn't hold her temper against her- he was used to it enough by now, and he seemed to have an uncanny ability to simply shrug off a fury that most would cower before- although his moods could be somewhat unpredictable.
Mordred, meanwhile, was frowning, "But surely, Auntie, you can deal with the Mountain King and the Lady of the Lake, and if you leave Merlin alive, he'll just make more trouble." Mab reached out and patted his arm, giving him a small smile at the words.
"Elemental kings can harm each other, Mordred, but even they cannot kill each other. War between them is lengthy, and usually apocalyptic in it's ends. But you needn't worry about that yet. Leave Merlin to me. I'll keep an eye on his activities." Noticing that Mordred was beginning to look rather sulky, she widened her smile and attempted to change the subject.
"Meanwhile, you have to begin preparing yourself. Remember, the country is yours, now."
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Post by Zoicite on May 9, 2008 5:29:51 GMT
Merlin, wizard of the ages, one of fortuitous birth and follower of omens, was lost. He had simply sat at the long coming battle's final scene for what seemed like hours, long after all the wounded had left, hauling the dead with them. Eventually, they took Arthur off to bury him in a sacred place, and still Merlin did not move. He clutched Excalibur by it's still shining hilt. Everything he had hoped turned out to be a lie, as unobtainable as perfection. As the perfection of the lustrous sword that would never let itself be tainted by mortal blood. Eventually, he pulled himself up to his feet. It was time. For what, he didn't know. He trudged onward, feeling helpless and dazed. The wind picked up around him. Old ghosts of the past seemed to whisper in his ear. He almost choked up, remembering the state he had left Nimue in. She believed in her own peace as much as he had believed in his. And now, both of their dreams were dashed, and they were torn apart, forever, just like Camelot.... "That swowd can kiw her, you know." At first, he didn't even realize someone was talking. Slowly, ever so slowly, his heart started to race. He looked up. Morgan leFay stood in front of him, her hands on her hips, barely shimmering at the edges. Ah. So the war had taken casualties from both sides, then. "I don't know what to do anymore." Merlin admitted his defeat to her, finally. She gazed at him for a moment, then stared at the sword for a long time. "The end is pwobabwy where it began. In Camewot." Merlin released a breath. So. This would be the end, the total ruination of one side. Now he would truly have to fight on her own grounds. This time, he was the one who was losing. But he owed it to Arthur, Nimue and everyone else to put up a dying fight, at least to give a climatic final ever after to their tale. He would rage, and be remembered. So he set off, heart still heavy, and sword heavier in his hand. Morgan's shade followed like the aura of defeat.
(Okay, get going you all.)
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Post by himiko on May 10, 2008 0:49:41 GMT
OMGYAY an update! *glomps ye*
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Considering this was a time that she should be celebrating, Mab thought, she felt remarkably ill at ease. She had won, for now- her champion had killed Arthur, and now sat on his throne as king, and he was quite happy to listen to her, serve her and assist her in bringing back the old ways. True, in many ways Mordred was not the ideal ruler- he would be just as happy to smash the country up as to bring it back to prosperity under her religion, but Mab knew she could curb that impulse. He adored her, he made that plain enough, and he was intelligent enough to know sense when he heard it, if not always acting on his own common sense and following it. And Merlin- she had trapped him away from the world, forever to live in the dreamworld she had created for him and his lover, away from her, never to serve her now, but safe from harm, and out of her way.
But he had returned, she now knew, and without even knowing what he was doing had upped the stakes to unthinkable heights. Her brother was considering going to war with her, or so she assumed, and for all she knew, her sister might be, too. If they went to war, and make no mistake, she would fight them if they did, she had come too far to die now, then everything could be wiped out, everything she had fought so hard to gain. Though there might be nothing to worry about, she knew she had to prepare for the worst. Loke's words rang in her head. She wondered if she should call him back, try to talk to him- or maybe she should go to Idath instead, and attempt to secure his loyalty, too.
And as if this wasn't all bad enough, now it suddenly seemed there was something else to occupy her mind.
"Merlin," she acknowledged quietly, without turning around.
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Sorry, it was crappy, I know, I fear I am out of practice, LOL.
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