[ Every footstep feels like slush under his feet, dirty to the point where it's hard to even breathe. He's woken up after being knocked out with his face in horse poop before but this is just taking the cake. It's hard to even come around, the stench so disgusting it would probably be easy enough to just pass out.
But. Something isn't right. Merlin presses his hands against his face, tries to think of where he was last and how this could even be possible. He can't even imagine where he is though, anything further than that seems impossible right now. The information at the start hadn't done much to help... the technology here is way more than he can fathom in one go and he already has way too much to worry about without all of this. ]
No... something, something isn't right here. [ His hands fly up into his hair and he half turns on the spot, squinting past more and more piles of trash. A rat scuttles over his foot now, but he doesn't seem bothered about it at all. That's when he spots you. ] You wouldn't happen to have any idea where this is, would you?
( 2: 8:00 aka when did trash get this sophisticated?? )
[ Right. What a load of fun this is. One thing he knows he's trying to save a kingdom from Morgause and Morgana, protect Arthur and now he's knees deep in... trash. Or was, before he gets pulled up by one of the drones. It's a little unnerving when dragon is pretty much your only way to fly where he's from.
For a moment it's almost comical as his legs kick out and he tries to pull at his shirt. ] A-alright, you've had your fun, come on... [ Only this isn't a joke, is it? A hesitant glance to his left is where he finds you, another person hauled up by one of these things. ] So... uh. [ He swallows, glances up at the metal latched onto him, quickly looks back before you're lost again amongst all the dirt of this place. ] Not a friend of yours either, then?
[ Well, duh. ]
( 3: 11:25 aka how many times before merlin stops getting into trouble tbh )
[ The question here isn't "what is your escape plan? and is sadly more twisted towards "how long does it take for someone passed out and in danger to wake up when they're about to die?". A long few seconds, is the answer. When the ground shifts Merlin's eyes slowly open, somehow having been knocked out on the way down. He sniffs at first, scrunching his brow at everything comes rushing back to him--mostly the smell.
He scrambles up within seconds, eyes darting around to work out what was going on. The incinerator isn't difficult to miss, nor is the person next to him.
Quick thinking. Quick thinking. He can't risk using his magic whilst in this kind of close proximity but--
That's when the ground stops. Merlin's shoulders slacken, relief floods his face. ]
So maybe one thing is worki- [ Spoke too soon. ]
( 4: wildcard! aka choose another phase, the bonus or re-do 1, 2 or 3! )
Merlin | BBC Merlin
[ Every footstep feels like slush under his feet, dirty to the point where it's hard to even breathe. He's woken up after being knocked out with his face in horse poop before but this is just taking the cake. It's hard to even come around, the stench so disgusting it would probably be easy enough to just pass out.
But. Something isn't right. Merlin presses his hands against his face, tries to think of where he was last and how this could even be possible. He can't even imagine where he is though, anything further than that seems impossible right now. The information at the start hadn't done much to help... the technology here is way more than he can fathom in one go and he already has way too much to worry about without all of this. ]
No... something, something isn't right here. [ His hands fly up into his hair and he half turns on the spot, squinting past more and more piles of trash. A rat scuttles over his foot now, but he doesn't seem bothered about it at all. That's when he spots you. ] You wouldn't happen to have any idea where this is, would you?
( 2: 8:00 aka when did trash get this sophisticated?? )
[ Right. What a load of fun this is. One thing he knows he's trying to save a kingdom from Morgause and Morgana, protect Arthur and now he's knees deep in... trash. Or was, before he gets pulled up by one of the drones. It's a little unnerving when dragon is pretty much your only way to fly where he's from.
For a moment it's almost comical as his legs kick out and he tries to pull at his shirt. ] A-alright, you've had your fun, come on... [ Only this isn't a joke, is it? A hesitant glance to his left is where he finds you, another person hauled up by one of these things. ] So... uh. [ He swallows, glances up at the metal latched onto him, quickly looks back before you're lost again amongst all the dirt of this place. ] Not a friend of yours either, then?
[ Well, duh. ]
( 3: 11:25 aka how many times before merlin stops getting into trouble tbh )
[ The question here isn't "what is your escape plan? and is sadly more twisted towards "how long does it take for someone passed out and in danger to wake up when they're about to die?". A long few seconds, is the answer. When the ground shifts Merlin's eyes slowly open, somehow having been knocked out on the way down. He sniffs at first, scrunching his brow at everything comes rushing back to him--mostly the smell.
He scrambles up within seconds, eyes darting around to work out what was going on. The incinerator isn't difficult to miss, nor is the person next to him.
Quick thinking. Quick thinking. He can't risk using his magic whilst in this kind of close proximity but--
That's when the ground stops. Merlin's shoulders slacken, relief floods his face. ]
So maybe one thing is worki- [ Spoke too soon. ]
( 4: wildcard! aka choose another phase, the bonus or re-do 1, 2 or 3! )