[ There is a reason for this delay! Blood magic is scary, first of all. And a lot of other things have been going on. But now all of the things that are going on or going on five years in the future, and this Alistair, the present time one, is finally done limping and sulking and has some time to kill. He decides to kill it by knocking on the wooden portion of Merrill's aravel. ]
This is Knight-Corporal Gareth, [ he lies, pitching his voice deeper in an attempt to mimic Knight-Corporal Gareth, who he's just invented, but who is definitely enormous and scary and stuff. Unfortunately for him, he still just sounds like Alistair-trying-to-deepen-his-voice, though. ] Come out. I'm taking you in for apostasy.
[ Anyone knocking on Merrill's aravel has to deal with the excited barking of Barkley, no matter the time of day. Strangers get more of a warning bark, as if a terrier with a squirrel tail is going to somehow be able to take them out. Alistair, being Alistair and someone Barkley recognizes (whaddup, human of his sister Doghren), gets more excited barking then usual.
This means Merrill, being something of a little shit at times, lets him out without any restraint. This means that Barkley slams directly into Alistair's shins before attempting to climb up him, barking and wagging his tail and generally making a nuisance of himself.
Merrill appears at the entrance a moment later, smiling serenely. ]
Oh, hello Alistair! I thought you said you were someone else.
[ boy you are so lucky you didn't get electrocuted ]
[ He's a little distracted by Barkley, by doing his own weird semi-dance to keep the dog from crawling up his trousers (or ruining them with his little claws) and then by giving in and picking him up to let him be excited directly in Alistair's face. ]
No, no, definitely not.
[ But he grins over the dog, the kind of grin that says I know I'm not actually fooling you. ]
I need to talk to you about [ his voice drops ] something that rhymes with flood tragic.
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action, sometime nowish.
This is Knight-Corporal Gareth, [ he lies, pitching his voice deeper in an attempt to mimic Knight-Corporal Gareth, who he's just invented, but who is definitely enormous and scary and stuff. Unfortunately for him, he still just sounds like Alistair-trying-to-deepen-his-voice, though. ] Come out. I'm taking you in for apostasy.
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This means Merrill, being something of a little shit at times, lets him out without any restraint. This means that Barkley slams directly into Alistair's shins before attempting to climb up him, barking and wagging his tail and generally making a nuisance of himself.
Merrill appears at the entrance a moment later, smiling serenely. ]
Oh, hello Alistair! I thought you said you were someone else.
[ boy you are so lucky you didn't get electrocuted ]
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[ He's a little distracted by Barkley, by doing his own weird semi-dance to keep the dog from crawling up his trousers (or ruining them with his little claws) and then by giving in and picking him up to let him be excited directly in Alistair's face. ]
No, no, definitely not.
[ But he grins over the dog, the kind of grin that says I know I'm not actually fooling you. ]
I need to talk to you about [ his voice drops ] something that rhymes with flood tragic.
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Something that rhymes with-
[ Give her a moment, she's still thinking about you pretending to come arrest her. ]
Oh! Oh, yes- um, should we do that in my aravel? Or somewhere else?