[ if merlin is proud of himself now, wait until he gets to max's house and gets a look at his books from home. they're all merlin this and merlin that and merlin was the awesomest there ever was. honestly, max can't wait to show him all of it anyway. the man's nothing like he would've expected, but in such a great way. modest and unassuming and with a good heart. it's touching, in a funny way. ]
Gaius, Gaius... no, I don't think he's mentioned. Could be that the name was changed to someone else. There was a 'Blaise' in one poem? [ not really one of the better know ones, but it was there, and he was supposed to be merlin's mentor. but it's legends, and on top of that, magic legends. you can really only take so much from them. but this is real, having the book here, talking to him, hearing about this Gaius dude. And it's awesome. as merlin flips the pages, max tilts his head at the spell presented, looking over the words, mouthing one or two, but not saying them allowed, because, you know. words, power. etc. but his eyes widen at the story, almost ready to start bouncing on his feet. ]
Sir Lancelot? [ hoooooooly shit, dude. he needs his autograph too. he needs all of their autographs. he needs to clutch merlin's face and tell him he is excellent by all standards. but the last bit he'll refrain from. for the moment. ] I've never even seen a Griffin. I fought a yeti once? A magic lance would've made it a hell of a lot easier. What happened with it after?
[ looking back to merlin, he sees his eyes trailing the tattoos on his wrists, the white lines there and the darker ones that trail up his forearm, half hidden by his sweater. feeling a nerdy kind of thrilled about all this sharing, he sets the book aside for the moment, before tugging his sleeves up about his elbows, showing both the forearm ones to help control his berserker state, but mainly, the white lines on the tops of his hands. ] Check it out. You know how I told you that a lot of spells come out of drawn designs? [ gradually, a surge of magic starts to build, and if he's paying attention, the heat in the room seems to rise, as the white lines turn a bright, glowing, ember orange color, as if the lines are burning into his skin. which, well, they are, as that's technically hellfire lighting up, but it's not seeing to hurt him at all. it builds until flame rises up, and crawls along his arm, up to a shoulder, behind his neck and over to the other, then down the opposite arm, before melding into the matching tattoo on the opposite hand. MAAAGGGIIIICCCC. ]
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Gaius, Gaius... no, I don't think he's mentioned. Could be that the name was changed to someone else. There was a 'Blaise' in one poem? [ not really one of the better know ones, but it was there, and he was supposed to be merlin's mentor. but it's legends, and on top of that, magic legends. you can really only take so much from them. but this is real, having the book here, talking to him, hearing about this Gaius dude. And it's awesome. as merlin flips the pages, max tilts his head at the spell presented, looking over the words, mouthing one or two, but not saying them allowed, because, you know. words, power. etc. but his eyes widen at the story, almost ready to start bouncing on his feet. ]
Sir Lancelot? [ hoooooooly shit, dude. he needs his autograph too. he needs all of their autographs. he needs to clutch merlin's face and tell him he is excellent by all standards. but the last bit he'll refrain from. for the moment. ] I've never even seen a Griffin. I fought a yeti once? A magic lance would've made it a hell of a lot easier. What happened with it after?
[ looking back to merlin, he sees his eyes trailing the tattoos on his wrists, the white lines there and the darker ones that trail up his forearm, half hidden by his sweater. feeling a nerdy kind of thrilled about all this sharing, he sets the book aside for the moment, before tugging his sleeves up about his elbows, showing both the forearm ones to help control his berserker state, but mainly, the white lines on the tops of his hands. ] Check it out. You know how I told you that a lot of spells come out of drawn designs? [ gradually, a surge of magic starts to build, and if he's paying attention, the heat in the room seems to rise, as the white lines turn a bright, glowing, ember orange color, as if the lines are burning into his skin. which, well, they are, as that's technically hellfire lighting up, but it's not seeing to hurt him at all. it builds until flame rises up, and crawls along his arm, up to a shoulder, behind his neck and over to the other, then down the opposite arm, before melding into the matching tattoo on the opposite hand. MAAAGGGIIIICCCC. ]