test drive meme: pre-game opening #1

[jumpscare]

___test drive meme: dead weight edition. Step 1 → Post with the character and journal you're wanting to play. Leave the message blank with your Character's Name | Character's Canon. Step 2 → Other people respond to your thread! Fight zombies, deal with the "fictional character" news, whatever you please. Step 3 → ??? Step 4 → PROFIT! Step 5 → Spread the word! Bring a friend! Make a random announcement on D_M! Get this post to crack the hundreds! It doesn't matter if you end up apping or not! This is a place of fun and meeting new people before the waiting!

Text somewhat shamelessly stolen from assguardians.

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[servant]

[Merlin shakes his head softly, not because he fully understands, but it's a little hard to look on the bright side of anything at the moment.]

[He scoots closer, glances up at her questioningly while she unties the bandage. Merlin winches at the sight of the wound, reaches one hand forward to touch the skin surrounding it, but is careful to not touch the injury itself.]

Doesn't feel warm. And there aren't any red streaks. Still, I wish we could find some water to clean it with.

[Merlin removes the scarf from around his neck, tears a strip off and offers it to her as a fresh bandage.]

The things you said just now. You sound like a physician.

[justmissed]

[She dryly chuckles at that.] No, not a physician. My father would read to me from his encyclopedias every night before sleeping. It's because of him that I know these things.

[But all it is to her is recited knowledge, things she's heard over and over again for the past fourteen years. Most information she can spout off she doesn't have any practical use for.

She looks up at him, and then over at the offered strip of scarf. She hesitates to take it, because it's such a nice color. But it is only a scarf, and so she carefully takes it from him and moves to wrap and tie it around her leg once again.]

Thank you.

[servant]

Sounds nice.

[Merlin smiles, but there's a bit of sadness to it too. Of course, he had his mother, and he wouldn't trade the nights by the fireplace where she would tell him stories. But a father's presence is something his life had sorely been lacking.]

[He blinks out of his thoughts when she thanks him, and settles back on his heels.]

You're welcome. Uhm. I'm Merlin.