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curruid_coinchenn) wrote in
middaeg2019-08-06 10:01 pm
Don't fill your mouth with gluttony, for pride will surely swell [semi-open]
Who: Berserker (Cú Chulainn Alter) and Arthur Pendragon -- plus open prompts!
When: After their adventure into the Wilde
Where: The Coven (and elsewhere)
What: The aftermath of their battle against some caterpillars
Warnings: injuries and the like
Open prompt with Berserker
Open prompt with Arthur
Wildcard prompt for a 3 person thread
((OOC: context for this!))
When: After their adventure into the Wilde
Where: The Coven (and elsewhere)
What: The aftermath of their battle against some caterpillars
Warnings: injuries and the like
Open prompt with Berserker
Open prompt with Arthur
Wildcard prompt for a 3 person thread
((OOC: context for this!))

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Remain still now, if you can help it. I don't want to leave you here more injured than when we began.
[ he meant it — the wound looks terrible, but to think the poor fellow can't even nod without flashes of pain. he supposes sleep would be a far-gone thing ... if he weren't around.
amadeus takes a seat in a chair to the side, not facing his patient, as he doesn't need to like a doctor or a nurse might. so confident in his skill, amadeus hasn't quite begun, and won't, for the moment. it's their first chance to have a proper chat here in their newfound, spacetime-traveled home, after all, and he's not so rude as to knock out the other servant in the middle of it.
as it happens, he needs time to tune his violin anyway, which he plucks from its case and adjusts to his shoulder. ]
I'm barely in the good graces of your nurses as it is, ahahaha. [ he continues. ] Whisper at me if you need to – I'll be able to hear it. [ a wink for good measure. ]
I am. Pleased to finally meet you, Your Majesty.
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My thanks... and my apologies for the delayed nature of our meeting. It isn't that I had no interest in meeting a genius composer such as yourself-- or anyone else, for that matter. I am also happy to make your acquaintance as well, even with circumstances as they are.
[ His admission of guilt is a bit embarrassing, but he feels it's only right to be honest. He doesn't go so far as to explain why he's chosen to keep to himself so much, but he does want to make it clear that it isn't anyone else's fault he's done so. ]
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Oh? Consider the debt repaid, then — in your generous compliments, my King. [ "genius," he says. how sweet of him to notice! ]
As long as you've got a functioning pair of ears on you, we're sure to get along spectacularly. [ that now being said, the orchestral hum of a collective band tuning sounds quietly between them.
losing his familiars was a heavy blow. but while he had become so reliant on mystical access to any instrument a conductor might need, he studies night and day learning the proper conjuring spells to emulate the same thing. or, close to it, anyway. ]
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Thankfully, this place has not robbed me of those just yet.
[ Speaking of his transformations... ]
I am relieved to see that you've mostly been able to keep your usual characteristics and talents. At least some of the Servants need only relearn the skills they knew before being brought here. Have you been well?