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Within the throne room, for breakfast, Catrina gave King Uther a gift. A necklace, with a heavy amulet, that she promised him was from her father. (It wasn't.) A token of her love, she had said.

On the other side of the castle, Arthur didn't have the foggiest clue. He was busy getting dressed.

The day ahead would be... different.

Re: Halls of Camelot, Evening

Date: 2010-09-06 05:11 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] bigdamndestiny.livejournal.com
"I--" Oh, he was hurt too! Might as well toss a baby animal into the mix and make it more easy to believe. "--where?"

Hook, line and sinker.

Re: Halls of Camelot, Evening

Date: 2010-09-06 05:16 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] ccedontheemail.livejournal.com
"The catacombs," he said, in hushed tones, and began to move. To walk. To run. To... well, it was a bit slithery, really. "We must move quick!"

Re: Halls of Camelot, Evening

Date: 2010-09-06 05:17 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] bigdamndestiny.livejournal.com
Merlin glanced back, wondering if he ought to tell someone first, but... What's the worst that could happen?

"Let's go then."

Re: Halls of Camelot, Evening

Date: 2010-09-06 05:24 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] ccedontheemail.livejournal.com
Arthur was going to wind up yelling at him quite a bit once all was said and done.

But Jonas simply plowed on through the hallways and down into the catacombs, not stopping until he'd made it to a small, yet pugnant, cave. He pointed at the entrance. "Within lie her objects of power," he whispered. "I cannot get any closer. I have been cursed to stay away..."

Re: Halls of Camelot, Evening

Date: 2010-09-06 05:29 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] bigdamndestiny.livejournal.com
Merlin just nodded, charging on in like... well, like Arthur would. Once inside he found absolutely nothing.

"Are you sure this is the right spot?"

Re: Halls of Camelot, Evening

Date: 2010-09-06 05:31 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] ccedontheemail.livejournal.com
"Yes," said Jonas, smiling. "I believe it is."

He held up his hand at the entranceway. He glanced up at the ceiling. And he spoke words, magical words that made the earth tremble.

Literally.

Re: Halls of Camelot, Evening

Date: 2010-09-06 05:37 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] bigdamndestiny.livejournal.com
HOW COULD HE HAVE BEEN TRICKED LIKE THIS?

"No!" Merlin shouted, forced to take a step back or get crushed by rocks. Because he was an idiot and only natural selection could cure this one.

Re: Halls of Camelot, Evening

Date: 2010-09-06 05:46 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] bigdamndestiny.livejournal.com
Which made no sense at all. Why not just kill the one person who might be able to stop them? Why imprison them in an overly elaborate, easily escapable catacomb?

All he had to do is pull out his phone and...

"No signal?!" Oh, he was going to be pruned from the evolutionary tree.

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