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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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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!"

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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.