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[hocketypockety.livejournal.com]

Who: Merlin, Mim, Ray, Greta(?)
What: A Wizard's Duel
When: Saturday night/early Sunday morning
Status: Ongoing



Merlin had just fix a cup of tea, a nice Ceylon one of the Refugees had gotten for him, and sat down to see what sort of hijinks the Refugees were getting up to on their network. It was peaceful evening, all things considered. There were concerns of this mystery... jester and such, but all in all there was little to be concerned with.

Or not. Merlin nearly choked on his tea as the community loaded up and the varyingly sized font came up, with one line of it flashing. Mim had found the community. He would be somewhat bemused that she could use a computer but for the content of the entry. The lunatic had his current student and she wanted a duel. If she wasn't crazy on a level that inspired all sorts of colorful monikers, he might trust that she'd keep her word. The only thing for it was to find out where she wanted to fight and when. She answered the question of where, but seemed content to let him stew over when.

Meanwhile, some of the Refugees commented as well, some of them amusing Mim and others annoying her. It was sometime later when Mim sent him an Instant Message stating that she would like to fight NOW.

"Well then," he muttered, "So it begins." He logged out of his account and shut off the computer.

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[harpie-siren.livejournal.com]

Greta pounded on the door of Merlin's house, "Merlin, are you there?" she called out.

Before anyone answered she added, "I'm going, I don't care what you say!"

[hocketypockety.livejournal.com]

Not that he didn't hear the pounding on the door, but he knew that it really wasn't a good idea to bring another along with him. So he made his preparations. Not that he had a lot of preparations to make, but running off half cocked would do more harm than good.

[harpie-siren.livejournal.com]

"If Mim's really as unpredictible as you say, wouldn't it be smarter to have back up?!" Greta just wasn't gonna quit.

[hocketypockety.livejournal.com]

Well, that was a valid point. But even just talking to Mim could be chaotic and she had already demonstrated that she was not above taking hostages. Giving her another opportunity to do so would be immensely foolish.

"I am sorry, but it really would not be wise."

[madmadmadmad.livejournal.com]

Mim finished her cup of tea and glanced over at the girl -- she was looking quite disgruntled by the situation. Mim laughed and set down her cup, walking over to her.

"You can go any time, you know! The door's right over there. But don't you wander off too far; I'll need you nearby if Merlin's late! Just remember -- you're out of place here. And you can't use any of your magic here, either! Remember that spell I used? You won't be able to cast magic for another day!" She cackled and spun around in her cottage, anticipating the duel at hand.

[seolearo.livejournal.com]

Ray was annoyed, to say the least. Being kidnapped certainly hadn't been on her agenda.

She glared at Mim as she spoke. Finally, she just rose and walked out the door, wandering off into the woods. After a while, a town came into view. She considered going, but decided against it -- Mim was right, she didn't belong here. Attracting attention like that would probably yield negative results more than anything.

Sighing, Ray doubled back, circling around the cottage. She certainly wasn't going back inside, however, not with that lunatic. Instead, she climbed a tree and made herself comfortable as she waited for Merlin to appear.

[hocketypockety.livejournal.com]

Merlin was not late. However, he wasn't alone either. What should have been a nice, neat entry accompanied by a puff of smoke right at the front door of the cottage was actually a rather clumsy entry accompanied by one of the Refugees and the expected smoke.

"Good Gracious! Now see here! I am not a taxi cab!"

[harpie-siren.livejournal.com]

Greta let go of Merlin, and fell on the grass.

"I know!" Was her only reply.

Admittingly, that was not one of her best ideas.