wintersoldier
Bacon
Eviledd1984
Nallore
TokyoPewPew
Deadlyrose9641
Pen Name
Carlyle
VelosThe first set of knocks on the door resulted in a whole lot of nothing. By the second set of knocks, perhaps Lucian even started to wonder if Zac had been wrong, and maybe truly nobody was home. But when Lucian reached up to give one final tap on the door, the very instant his knuckles touched the wooden door, it flung open with such force that it slammed into the wall, and there at the top of the steps stood exactly who he had been looking for... presumably. Merlin the Wizard, giving him quite the glare.
"I say what is all that racket. Can you not read the sign, it very clearly reads closed!" He held up a wooden, thing that looked like a cross between a staff and a wand, and tapped it against the sign. "Oh me, troubling times are these when the youth either cannot read or willingly choose not to do so for their own perceived-..." he paused suddenly, as his eyes glanced across the keyblade in Lucian's hand, and he very quickly changed his tone, expression shifting to one of curiosity as he reached up to adjust his glasses. "Oh my dear boy... what a curious tool you carry there... ah, come in, come in." He motioned Lucian in while turning and heading inside.
The building seemed somehow much larger on the inside than on the outside, with hallways that seemed to go to nowhere, bookcases filled with all kinds of books, and of course, all sorts of what could only be described as magical, and alchemical... experiments, all over the floor and tables. For a magic 'shop' it sure was difficult to tell what exactly this place was selling.
"Apologies for the outburst, this has been the most stressful day I can remember in a long time, and that's saying something given recent developments. Troubling times these are indeed as I said, but new blood appearing with Keyblades marks a ray of hope I daresay." He walked a ways into the room, before setting himself down on a chair twice as tall as he was, puffing on his pipe before he asked "So then, what can this old wizard do for you lad?"
On the walls were many paintings of people. If Lucian scanned them long enough, he would even see Zac among them, which most likely meant that Merlin kept memories of all his students. However, the thing that was most difficult to miss was the largest photo of all hanging on the wall, right in the middle of all the rest. It was a photo of Morgan... except... it wasn't? It both looked like Morgan, and not like Morgan! Like... Morgan with more color to her.
If nothing else... assuming that really was Morgan, it confirmed all the crazy things that she had said during her time on the island. That she had been trained by a powerful wizard to do magic... in fact, she had actually described him as an eccentric man in blue.
It was all coming together... probably. The only question being why she looked so different. Not just her hair but Lucian and the others had likely never seen Morgan smile like that in all her time on the island.
"I say what is all that racket. Can you not read the sign, it very clearly reads closed!" He held up a wooden, thing that looked like a cross between a staff and a wand, and tapped it against the sign. "Oh me, troubling times are these when the youth either cannot read or willingly choose not to do so for their own perceived-..." he paused suddenly, as his eyes glanced across the keyblade in Lucian's hand, and he very quickly changed his tone, expression shifting to one of curiosity as he reached up to adjust his glasses. "Oh my dear boy... what a curious tool you carry there... ah, come in, come in." He motioned Lucian in while turning and heading inside.
The building seemed somehow much larger on the inside than on the outside, with hallways that seemed to go to nowhere, bookcases filled with all kinds of books, and of course, all sorts of what could only be described as magical, and alchemical... experiments, all over the floor and tables. For a magic 'shop' it sure was difficult to tell what exactly this place was selling.
"Apologies for the outburst, this has been the most stressful day I can remember in a long time, and that's saying something given recent developments. Troubling times these are indeed as I said, but new blood appearing with Keyblades marks a ray of hope I daresay." He walked a ways into the room, before setting himself down on a chair twice as tall as he was, puffing on his pipe before he asked "So then, what can this old wizard do for you lad?"
On the walls were many paintings of people. If Lucian scanned them long enough, he would even see Zac among them, which most likely meant that Merlin kept memories of all his students. However, the thing that was most difficult to miss was the largest photo of all hanging on the wall, right in the middle of all the rest. It was a photo of Morgan... except... it wasn't? It both looked like Morgan, and not like Morgan! Like... Morgan with more color to her.
If nothing else... assuming that really was Morgan, it confirmed all the crazy things that she had said during her time on the island. That she had been trained by a powerful wizard to do magic... in fact, she had actually described him as an eccentric man in blue.
It was all coming together... probably. The only question being why she looked so different. Not just her hair but Lucian and the others had likely never seen Morgan smile like that in all her time on the island.
