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 Posted: Tue Feb 19, 2013 5:09 pm
After getting a call from someone he had not heard from in a while, Camelot was on edge. It was made worse that when he powered up to go and meet said person, he was greeted with a tight chest, an unsettled stomach, and that persistent feeling that something bad was happening around him. He got the feeling every time he powered up.
He wasn't sure if it made him want to power up more to try and figure it out, or just avoid it by not becoming Camelot at all until maybe it passed. That last option was not possible, though, not for the dutiful knight. So he had to power up, and deal with the feeling.
He looked at his shield, tapping it thoughtfully with his other hand.
He had left one of the side doors unlocked to the library, and told Annwn to come in there, and meet him at the front desk. They could talk in safety in the library after hours, at least. It was, basically, Camelot's own little castle.
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Posted: Tue Feb 19, 2013 5:42 pm
He hesitated for a long moment before he slipped inside, he’d felt no one else, nor had he seen anyone, civilian or otherwise who might report seeing a page slipping into the side door of the Library, you couldn’t be too careful after all.
“Camelot?” he called after closing the door behind him, and considerately locking up. It wouldn’t do after all to have someone pop in that they hadn’t planned on. “Camelot?” He called again, his brogue heavier than normal perhaps due to his anxiety, never mind that he’d spent time with family oversees and been rather immersed in it.
Truth be told he very nearly just started speaking in Welch. At least if he’d spent his time with his English relatives he might just have sounded a touch more ‘stiff’ than his American friends.
He was more than relieved to confirm the other man’s presence, shoulders sagging slightly with relief. “S’good ta be back, well, mostly”
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Posted: Tue Feb 19, 2013 6:33 pm
"I'm here," Camelot called back, hearing Annwn arriving and feeling his energy signature. It had been a long while since they last spoke, and he was eager to see how the young knight was doing. By the sound of it, at least from the phone call, not well.
That just made Camelot worry more.
"I'm glad to see you," Camelot said, moving to the lights and bringing some up a bit more so they had a little more lighting. Not too much, he didn't want the library to look open, but there were usually some lights on in buildings, even at night, so it wasn't too suspicious.
He moved closer to Annwn, offering his hand in greeting.
"You sounded very stressed on the phone. Are you alright?"
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Posted: Tue Feb 19, 2013 6:51 pm
“No.” came the perhaps too forward answer. “No… not aright. I ah…” he lifted up his antler and held it in, balancing on his fingers like he was feeling the weight of it.
“It…it feels wrong.” He said sounding perhaps a little desperate. “I…I can’t say how, how bad that is, it feels wrong. I thought you might know, did I do something, did I break an oath?” He shook his head anxiously. “I need to know, I have to know.” He rattled out desperately, the words running against each other with heavy welch enunciations.
He hesitated and then took the offered hand before it was pulled away entirely. “Sorry, I just…It’s important, I need ta know.”
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Posted: Tue Feb 19, 2013 7:27 pm
Camelot nodded his head, looking at his shield. He had it attached to his arm, where he usually had it when it was at rest, unless he needed it out of his way and slung it across his back. But he always had it, at any rate.
"It does feel wrong. Very much so... but I don't think it was anything we did."
He frowned, never having considered an oath before. Had they broken one? All of them? That would imply there was one over arching oath to take, and breaking it would be tricky if they didn't know what it was. They had been struggling to find purpose, but he did not think it was fair to punish them if they had not found it on their own... without whatever guidance their ancestors or predecessors had.
"Don't worry, don't worry," he said, seeing how upset Annwn was over it. It made him feel that much more stressed out, as well. "I don't know what's going on either, but I do know that more than just us have been experiencing it. Something is... I don't know. Shifted. I think our weapons, our magic ties to them, are reacting to something we can't understand yet." It was a lame answer, but it was the only one he had so far.
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Posted: Tue Feb 19, 2013 7:34 pm
He looked at least a little relieved to know that Camelot too felt the same strangeness about his weapon. His shoulders actually sank in relief as he exhaled. “I’m sorry, It’s…thars too much in my, I had a…” He started to explain and stopped over and over again. How did you =explain= to someone who thought you were otherwise normal?” Well, as normal as someone who was a knight, a page could be. “I thought I was loosing my mind… maybe I am.” He said and shook his head again. “If you hear anything, will you tell me?”
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Posted: Wed Feb 20, 2013 10:59 am
"You're not losing your mind. Hopefully not, anyway. It seems like everyone is feeling the same thing, but no one knows what it is. At least, not the few I've spoken to... and from my own experience. It's this sort of... random, out of no where feeling of anxiety. I really don't like it."
It made him think that they were just waiting for something. Maybe his own mind made it seem like this something would be a bad thing, that his tension of strain was in anticipation of something wholly negative, but there was no proof to that. He'd been anxious before his wedding, after all, and he felt it when he thought about the baby on its way.
But those were good things.
He tried to convince his mind that maybe whatever their weapons were trying to tell them was possibly a good thing, and the effort was just coming out wrong. But it was difficult to believe, feeling the way he did.
"I'll let you know anything I find out, and you do the same if you can. Though, I think you need to relax... you don't look very good. Are you sure it's just this? Is everything okay, from before this started?"
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Posted: Wed Feb 20, 2013 3:51 pm
“Long story…” he said and glanced away with a small sigh. “I’ll be all right…” He hesitated again, thinking. Camelot was the closest person to a leader’ or at least sort of compass he could think of for the Knights. Sure he’d heard other names, sure there were even other Knights, but Tony was just one of those people that it seemed everyone –knew, or had at least heard more of him than his name.
He deserved to know what kind of flawed man he had at his back. He pulled out a chair, and pushed it towards Tony so that he might take some weight off while he explained, his personal issue with…disassociation. He even admitted the mirrors discomfort; though it all came with the stipulation to please, keep it to himself.
He leaned back against the main desk, arms folded in a sort of quiet defense, his own ‘shield’ as it were and waited for judgment.
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Posted: Thu Feb 21, 2013 1:21 am
Camelot watched with concern growing beside the feeling of anxiety that his weapon instilled. This was more natural, though, worried about his friend and ally more than some unknown feeling of dread from his shield.
He listened and tilted his head, watching the other with a sagely patience and understanding that came from a long experience with this war and the different types of people in it. No one reacted the same way to their roles, and no one ever seemed to have the same problems. Which, of course, made it harder to be helpful, but he tried his best.
He wasn't the type to judge, and he was willing to be there for Annwn, regardless. His look as the other knight leaned back said as much, though he was still processing.
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Posted: Thu Feb 21, 2013 5:24 am
The fact that Annwn's problems started well before he'd ever powered up might complicate things in the long run, but the weapon issue had clearly been the icing on the cake. He sighed somewhat dispondantly and gave a shrug like he'd maybe been waiting for questions. "So, yes, just that accident..." He rubbed the scar where it ran over the bridge of his nose and shook his head. "That...and the weapon today, just fit a wee bit too nicely together." He said, it felt too strange not to say something to break that stillness.
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Posted: Thu Feb 21, 2013 11:31 am
Camelot tilted his head.
"I can understand why you might be more stressed about it... with all that going on. But I don't think it's related, I think every knight is dealing with the weapon issue. At least as far as I know. The rest..."
He wasn't sure he could help with. Yes, he had been in a coma before, but it was hardly the same thing. Actually, now that he was thinking about it, he had been in two. Not a great record, really. But he'd never had to deal with any of the rest of it.
"Hopefully both will pass, in due time. I'm not sure about the weapons, but you're the same person you were before you had your accident."
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