seasonsrpg | [Open Log] Arrival of the future king

WHO: Arthur Pendragon & YOU
WHAT: Arrival of a very important person (in his opinion)
WHEN: Now-ish
WHERE: Nightwake
WARNINGS: Arthur in general. He's from early series so he's a piece of work-

Arrival

Arthur has several emotions going on at once. Anger for being dragged out of his bed and tossed into a forest full of pink (?!) flowers. Confusion as to what all the technology was around him and how people were dressed. And an ounce of worry. Just an ounce. Mostly he was angry.

The white clothes on him were actually pretty comfortable and something he could wear on his spare time, but that didn't make up for all the other things.

"I demand to speak with whoever is responsible this. Kidnapping the prince is a serious crime! You won't go without a punishment!"

Wirhout a sword or proper clothes he probably didn't seem as imposing as he might want to seem.

Apartments

He was somehow explained about the situation, but he still wasn't exactly happy. Why was he tasked with saving a world unknown to him? He belonged to Camelot. His duty was to Camelot, even if he was yet crowned as the crown prince. It was also his home. Where his life was.

Also magic? He was given magic?! Sure, he wasn't as against it as his father was, but that didn't mean he wanted to experiment magic for himself! How was that even possible? Next they're going to tell him there are dragons around.

For now he made his way to the apartment he was assigned that wasn't anything like his room, but at least he had somewhere private to be. Sadly, it didn't come with servants (where was Merlin when he needed him). However, his first impression of the room becomes clear soon:

"What are these strange contraptions?!"

It seems he has discovered household appliances.

Sorry for the fire alarm

Instead of trusting and of the machines to make his food, Arthur decided to cook his meal with fire. That was something he knew how to do at least. He had somehow acquired meat and was now roasting it and--

BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP...!

"What in the--"

And then came the sprinklers, making him completely wet and a random (friendly) NPC came to usher him out of the building due to a fire alarm.

Now he was wet and standing outside the starter apartment building, looking very displeased and angry.

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Morgana has been here for over a year and while she has been both secretly hoping for this and absolutely terrified of this day happening here on any day, she's still not expecting to see him here, in Ellipsa, at all.

She's just about to go on ride around Coldreach, when she walks in there with her horse right next to her and that's when she sees him and his horse close to the gate too. Same idea? Yeah. Except Morgana is of course used to living here in a year, so that's --- different even when she looks mostly the same as back home and she's wearing clothes from there too. Sure, it's been over a year for her, so she's a bit older than she'd be back there but it isn't even obvious from anything. Her hair could be a sign of it but it's less obvious when it's tied to a ponytail right now.

" . . . Arthur . . ."

No, it's not a question. Hello from a familiar voice behind his back. She looks so surprised and shocked to see him. Feels that way too. Is this seriously happening? Is he even real?

At least he's not Uther. She-- She would have no idea what to do if he arrived here. Despite how shocked she is to see him, she's glad to see Arthur.

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Arthur finds comfort in things that are familiar, so he was naturally attracted to Coldreach. He's also glad he has his trustworthy horse with him, even if it took him a while to find him. A ride would soothe his nerves of being in this foreign place, surrounded by magic and weird things that they called technology.

He's about to mount his horse when the familiar voice calls to him. It was a voice he could regocnize anywhere. Arthur turns around to face the voice, eyes wide in wonder.

"Morgana. I wasn't aware you were here as well."

Boothill enjoyed Nightwake well enough, although he preferred the sparser segments that reminded him of home more often than not. But it was easily enough to travel with all the public transport available and the cyborg horse that Miss Guizhong had built him and helped him maintain. And it was on said horse that he rode quickly to the apartment building. Usually, where there was smoke there was fire but when he got there, it quickly became apparent that it was not only a small fire, but likely already put out by either the built-in sprinkler system or any firefighters nearby.

Boothill happened to stop next to one grumpy person, soaked to the bone as well. He let go of the reins and crossed his arms, whistling and tilting his hat back as he watched more soaked individuals get escorted out. “Hate to be the muddlefudger that done set off the fire alarm. Mighty embarrassin’.”

Little did he know…

Arthur doesn't look very impressed by his words. Not at all. But he is a man who will take responsibility for his actions. Most of the time, at least, when he doesn't have a way to first make things right.

"I could have not known such contraption exists!" he announces.

He turns to look at Boothill and then just... stares a tthe way he's dressed. And at the horse. That was definitely not a normal horse.

"What in the blazes are you two?"

A fellow arrival, it seemed, although Atem had been here (however brief) once before so the initial arrival and follow up meeting with the leader was simply a refresher this time. Atem didn’t really mind, not this time, although he was still mildly annoyed that he was still being denied his after life.

However, this time things were much louder. At least, in the apartments. Atem sighed softly and left his room to find the person who was loud in theirs. He had changed in clothes more befitting of Yugi’s time than his own. A plain white button down, jeans, boots, and some of his Egyptian jewelry like his earrings and rings. He found the apartment, whose door was oddly opened, and he knocked on the door frame. “I suggest keeping your voice down, there are others who reside here.”

His voice was deep and proud, and he crossed his arms. Short in stature, but his head was tilted up with an unintimidated look.

“Now, what seems to be the problem? I have some experience with these modern appliances.”

Arthur turned to look at the strange with an angry look, still wearing his white clothes from the beginning. He should be free to yell at his own apartment, thank you very much! Well, yes, if he had closed the door first, it would have been sound proof.

"If this is to be my home, what I do here is up to no one else to decide", Arthur says. "But I shall keep your opinion in mind."

Arthur may be arrogant, but he doesn't want to make enemies out of everyone. That would complicate an already complicated situation further.

"I have never seen any of these things."

Atem's kohl-lined eyes didn't look amused at what Arthur said. "It's not my opinion. It's a general rule when living in an apartment complex."

Just wait till you try that during the quiet hours, Arthur.

"I take it you from a time before these were invented, then?" Atem said with a nod. "I am not as familiar I would like it be, but I remember the basics from my friends."

He stepped inside the apartment and looked around. "Which would you like to know first?"

Occasionally, Diluc takes some time to make his way over to the welcome centre and see if anyone new is arriving. While the initial flood of newcomers has abated over the last couple of years there is almost always someone lingering around with a confused look on their face.

This time it's someone being vaguely threatening and trying to make demands. Not entirely unusual.

"Few people here are going to care if you're a prince. You should probably put that out of your head before you step out of this building."

Arthur huffs very loudly, turning to look at this... weirdly bright-haired person.

"What do you mean they won't care? I am the prince of Camelot. My name should carry a weight anywhere I go!"

... Sigh. Okay. This is probably going to take a while.

"Where exactly do you think you are right now?"

Because this is not Camelot, and this man is going to get a very rude awakening if he starts trying to throw his weight around as if he's in charge of anything.

Caster had been passing by the Starter Apartments whilst running errands in Nightwake- and then, the sound of the fire alarm followed by a poor, unfortunate, drenched man being unceremoniously shoo'd out the building.

When she arrived in Avalon, hadn't she caused much the same sort of fuss, unsuccessfully trying to brew potions in their starter apartments? And something else rang familiar, too... something about this man. But she couldn't place it. Perhaps that was why she found her attention drawn to him-

"Well, you look a sorry sight... was that alarm your doing? Haha... I can't say I haven't done the same."

Annnnd yes, here was a woman in a dark cloak just floating nearby, looking the very image of an evil witch- smirk and all!

A strange cloaked figure who looks definitely like a witch would and even floating like magic would let them. Just what he needed in his day (please note the sarcasm).

"I have faced many situations, but all these new contraptions are puzzling. I was just trying to roast food on a fire."

Like a normal person would. Inside his room.

"I do not need to be mocked by a witch."

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