[ Merlin brings his free hand to his chin, curling his fingers around it and letting the sleeve of it fall so he can show his COMP wrapped around his wrist for proper. He nods, muttering "I see, I see", a smile on his face all the while. ]
Sounds like we're in the same boat... And it sounds like your mentor's a smart one!
[ "When in doubt, stab." Wise words, wise words indeed.
Merlin's struggling with the nerf life too, probably much more than Shun'ya is, though he doesn't show it. It comes with the territory when your name is practically synonymous with magic. To be stripped of the ability to even cast a single beginner's magecraft spell is...galling, to say the least.
All things said, the other man showed him his gun, so it's only fair for Merlin to explain what he can do as well. ]
Sadly, I don't have anything as impressive as your gun or your tanto, and a mage without his spells isn't anything more than a sorry sight, really. I only have my dashing good looks, my silver tongue, and this sword.
[ He reaches, with his free hand, to the tower-like middle section of his staff to pull out the Western-styled sword sheathed within. He holds it in his hand, firm and confident, for a few moments, before re-sheathing it back into his staff. Then, he twists his arm so the COMP is in view, and turns his gaze toward it. ]
Oh, and I can't forget the help of these fine fae folk I had lovely conversations with and joined me afterwards, either. A Pixie and a Cait Sith, I believe these Phantas—I mean, demons—are called.
[ They look a little different from what he's used to, but faeries are faeries. ]
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Sounds like we're in the same boat... And it sounds like your mentor's a smart one!
[ "When in doubt, stab." Wise words, wise words indeed.
Merlin's struggling with the nerf life too, probably much more than Shun'ya is, though he doesn't show it. It comes with the territory when your name is practically synonymous with magic. To be stripped of the ability to even cast a single beginner's magecraft spell is...galling, to say the least.
All things said, the other man showed him his gun, so it's only fair for Merlin to explain what he can do as well. ]
Sadly, I don't have anything as impressive as your gun or your tanto, and a mage without his spells isn't anything more than a sorry sight, really. I only have my dashing good looks, my silver tongue, and this sword.
[ He reaches, with his free hand, to the tower-like middle section of his staff to pull out the Western-styled sword sheathed within. He holds it in his hand, firm and confident, for a few moments, before re-sheathing it back into his staff. Then, he twists his arm so the COMP is in view, and turns his gaze toward it. ]
Oh, and I can't forget the help of these fine fae folk I had lovely conversations with and joined me afterwards, either. A Pixie and a Cait Sith, I believe these Phantas—I mean, demons—are called.
[ They look a little different from what he's used to, but faeries are faeries. ]