Twenty-Seventh Flame-[Action]

[gogglesyndrome]

[Taichi's been made well-aware of the people that have come into the village, but he's not too concerned. He hasn't seen any duplicates of himself, nor has he seen any of his friends, so why worry, right?

Exactly. So instead he's decided the best course of action is to make a snowfort and he's currently hiding inside of it with a huge pile of snowballs, waiting to find innocent people to throw them at. Ridiculous child is ridiculous. Never mind the fact the top of his bird nest hair is probably sticking out.

So, do you get hit? Or do you bust him before he can throw one?]

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[awaitingalbion.livejournal.com]

[Oh, he gets hit. Quite squarely in the face, too. Merlin pauses for a moment and winces, wiping cold snow off his face.]

Well, at least it isn't rotten fruit.

[goggle-syndrome.livejournal.com]

[Don't mind him, he's just busy snickering to himself inside his fort. Except, ew, that last comment?] That's because rotten fruit's gross and kinda squishy.

[awaitingalbion.livejournal.com]

[Aha, the culprit. Merlin's indignation melts away because who can stay angry at a kid?]

Tell me about it. People tend to throw the squishiest ones, too.

[goggle-syndrome.livejournal.com]

[Taichi's aware of that as well, and he plans to use his kid-status in his favor. He sits up though and looks at Merlin from inside his fort.]

Why do people throw fruit at you anyway?

[awaitingalbion.livejournal.com]

Because I told Prince Arthur that he was a prat and apparently that's worth being put in the stocks. The fruit was an unexpected bonus.

[He approaches, examining the fort.]

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[calumonzoomzoom.livejournal.com]

[Here comes someone sneaking right up behind Tai. He pauses to inspect the snowballs and stare curiously at the goggles, before popping up into the fort.]

Hi! What are you doing? Huh? Is this a game?

[goggle-syndrome.livejournal.com]

[He doesn't mind letting Merlin check out the fort. It is pretty awesome.]

Who's Prince Arthur? And why'd you call him a prat?

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[goggle-syndrome.livejournal.com]

[Jumps in surprise because jfkdajflka nobody's supposed to be in our fort DX but calumon's precious omg.] Where did you come from!?

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[calumonzoomzoom.livejournal.com]

I don't know. I was there and then I was here! Do you know Takato? You have goggles.

[awaitingalbion.livejournal.com]

[If awesome had been in his vocabulary, he just might have used it to describe this fort.

And he doesn't seem too surprised that you don't know who Arthur is--after all, this doesn't look like Camelot.]

He's...the prince. And I called him a prat because he is one.

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[goggle-syndrome.livejournal.com]

[Are we allowed to pick you up, because we're totally going to try.] Takato? That kid who thinks I'm on TV? I've talked to him before, yeah.

[goggle-syndrome.livejournal.com]

[Taichi might know the stories of King Arthur and Camelot and all, but he's not really thinking along those lines.]

That's not a very good explanation, you know.

[awaitingalbion.livejournal.com]

Okay, look. He's not just the prince, he's also my employer. I'm the prince's servant. And he's a prat because he can't do anything by himself, and makes me do all the work.

[goggle-syndrome.livejournal.com]

Okay, that makes more sense! [He just tilts his head though to examine him closer.] You don't really look like a servant though.

[awaitingalbion.livejournal.com]

No? [He looks down at himself, tugging on his neckerchief in particular.] Why's that?

[goggle-syndrome.livejournal.com]

I dunno, you just don't, I guess. Does he really make you do everything though?

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[calumonzoomzoom.livejournal.com]

[Ooh, Calumon knows this game! He waits until you almost touch him, then jumps out of the way.]

Yay! Takato always brings the bestest bread!

[awaitingalbion.livejournal.com]

Polish his armour, clean out the stables, make his bed, serve his breakfast. Once I had to dress him. Too much feasting the night before. But--err--you didn't hear that from me, okay?

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[goggle-syndrome.livejournal.com]

Bread? [Oops, out of reach.] Hey! [Darn you! Taichi's just going to try crawling closer to him.] What kind of Digimon are you?

[goggle-syndrome.livejournal.com]

[Just starts laughing instead.] Man, he sounds really lazy. I won't tell anybody.

[awaitingalbion.livejournal.com]

Mostly lazy. When he's not in a tournament or something.

[But Merlin smiles and nods.] I'm Merlin and--[whoa now he notices Taichi's wings. And he stares.]

[culu.livejournal.com]

Culu?

[Look, it's Culumon!

And he's very, very curious.]

Cold... Why's it cold? Culumon wants to know, cululu!

[And he's hopping around now.]

[goggle-syndrome.livejournal.com]

Tournaments? [Competition! This is something Taichi can actually jump onto.] What kind of tournaments?

[Annnd staring. Considering he's been in Luceti for about ten months now, Taichi usually forgets that wings aren't normal for people outside of the barrier. So, he has to actually look to see what Merlin's staring at before flapping his wings carefully.] Yeeeah, these aren't exactly normal. But everybody in the village has them except for all of the new people. Oh, and I'm Taichi, but you can call me Tai if you want.

[goggle-syndrome.livejournal.com]

...another one? [We haven't completely lost it, right? This is just like that other little...thing?]

[culu.livejournal.com]

Another, culu?

[He'll float on over... Hey! That's funny hair. He might've giggled a bit.]

Culu, cululu! Your hair is really spiky, culu!