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Who: Merlin and YOU
What: Puttering about town and creeping on individual people
When: 9/30 all day
Where: Town and the castle and wherever, I'll make it work
Rating: PG because Merlin
Notes: Action or prose I'll match!

[It was easier for him to close the journal and just walk around, to investigate this place himself. Easier to avoid whatever it was that he was seeing (no he was convinced that wasn't his loss, it couldn't be, it was just guilt) and instead be around others. That seemed to keep it at bay, whatever it was.

And well if it kept such things at bay, why not enjoy learning about his fellow residents while he was at it? So he crept along, keeping to the shadows mostly. On occasion inching closer to the interesting ones to hear what they were speaking about, or closer still to invading their space to see their reaction. In bars, inns, stores, the castle itself.]

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[ annnd in town, he'd run across someone walking briskly through the sidewalks, arms loaded down, muttering to herself as she goes ] For the love of all things holy, Lane, let's step it up, already...

[And he may be an ass but at least he's a polite one in some cases and in this one he'll step up his pace from where he was behind her.]

Would you like some aide with that?

[ and she'd been so wrapped up in herself that she'd uttered failed to notice the stalkage until he abruptly speaks up behind her, causing her to jerk, and sending all the papers flying. some get caught up by the fall breeze, spiraling gracefully through the air and off in every direction ]

Whoa! [ she gives a sigh of both relief at him not being a serial killer and frustration as she surveys the mess ] Personal space - it's a thing!

[And there is one castle resident taking advantage of the sunshine, albeit not in a very exciting manner. She's doing needlework, slowly and not as well as she once did, the scar tissue at the base of her fingers affecting her finer motor movements.

There is a problem with sneaking up on people who are from crapsack worlds. You see, Catelyn has taken to carrying a small dagger about her, secured on a belt about her waist. If she hears him, her hand will drift down, hovering over the handle.]

[Crapsack worlds unite, sorta. Not that he's had it horrible back home but it could be better. And so he should know better then to sneak up on her like that, but well, he's never been good at this avoid peoples personal space thing you see.

So there is one creeper Merlin peering over her shoulder, inside what is probably her personal space bubble.] Interesting.

[She jumps a little bit before turning to the side to look at him.]

You should be more careful, ser. Not all react well to such starts.

[Which gets a shrug.]

Perhaps, but it tends to be the most telling reactions.

Which will not be a great comfort to you when you find a knife at your throat.

[Peeta's information fishing. He stops a townsperson every now and then, trying to ask them questions about the castle. Too bad they seem reluctant to answer any of his questions. He looks rather frustrated.]

[It's enough for him to pick up a creeper, whose lurking around the next corner to see what he is up too.]

[ Cross is in the arts district today, making a stop at the large church that resides within it. He studies the facade for a moment before entering, choosing to move along the sides and working his way to the altar. ]

[A church, not something he's all too familiar with which would explain why he's there. Touching things he probably shouldn't, but when he catches sight of the red head he tilts his head.]

Are you in charge of this place?

[Closer to the forest, there's a young troll who seems to be hiding in a bush. She's crouched low, eyes focused, and ears perked to keep a keen out for her surroundings. At the moment, she's currently scouting a small animal she wished for, but she's ever alert to anyone else that might approach. Hopefully.]

[He had come looking out this way to see what was out here, perhaps to see if there was any place for a cabin or such thing. And because he's not paying too much attention he's rather loud in going through the brush.]

[At the newcomer, she groans internally in frustration. She's been camping this squirrel for a while now, waiting for the perfect moment to strike. The closer footsteps threaten to scare off her conjured prey and she doesn't want to--]

Ugh!

[The little squirrel perks up at the sound of that newcomer and scurries away! There goes her snack...

Nepeta leaps from the bushes with an annoyed look.]

Could you be any louder? You scared it away!

[ Buffy was... well, being Buffy. It was patrolling time, so it was perfectly normal to bump into someone that was lurking in the shadows. ]

O-oh! Wow. There's a person here.

[ Of course Morgana noticed him the second he began his creeping, but she purposely paid not mind. Walking through the market with a clear lack of interest to the things around her. She is leading him, that much is clear.

It isn't until after she has cleared the market that she stops, sitting herself on a nice bench next to a large tree. ]

There is something bothering you. [ To anyone else it would look as if Morgana is talking to think air, but she is isn't. Not in the slightest. ]

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