7th Command; Video - backdated to the 3rd 'cause I suck

[aggravating]

[Filtered FROM Captain America; aka to everyone else on the barge]

Okay, tomorrow's the Fourth. Which means Independence Day for those of us from America.

I'm putting out a casting call, kind of. Basically, any chicks that know how to sing and dance? Kind of need you to raise your hands.

Before you ask, it's for a wholesome 40's kind of thing. Not my style, but I have my reasons for it.


[Private to Natasha]
Star Spangled Man, Steve's birthday. You're my wingman on this. [AKA: You have no choice.]

[Private to Loki]
Hey, Rock of Ages, your Shakespeare roots don't have tailoring in them, do they?

[Private to Peggy]
You say anything to Cap, you'll have made a really annoying enemy.

[Private to Dean]
Hey, you wouldn't happen to have found a song anywhere called The Star Spangled Man? Kind of a 40's showtune feel?

[Private to B]
Dancing for me, gorgeous? [He knows not when to quit]

[Private to Charles]
Please tell me there's some sort of update on my goddamn helmet. [He just wants some good news right now :C]

[Private to Steve]
Why're you here anyway, Cap?

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[takeyouapart]

[Brief pause. He's not much for US history but he's become fleetingly acquainted with national stereotypes.]

...England?

[aggravating]

Point for you, Glenn Coco.

[He shrugs, though] It's the parade, fireworks, and drunken asshole holiday for now. But yeah, we wanted to a nation all our own, training wheel's off.

[takeyouapart]

Oh.

[Another, shorter pause.]

If you need fireworks I can probably do that.

[aggravating]

... You have explosives?

[SO INTRIGUED]

[takeyouapart]

I don't... need them. I'm a sorcerer.

[Although yeah he probably has some incendiary chemicals among his potions ingredients.]

[aggravating]

Oh. Right. Magic, huh?

[Telepaths, probability manipulators, metal controllers... and now magic.

.... Eh, sure. Why not.]

Which apparently means more than pulling rabbits out of hats. You have a demo reel?

[takeyouapart]

A demo -- oh, I get it. I'd have to do a bit of experimenting for anything more...firework-like. But I can make fire, and light - leoht. [On the word, his eyes flash amber and a small sphere of incandescent white-blue light forms in his palm.] Like that.

[aggravating]

[See that? That's what Tony had been waiting for. He leans forward, interested, watching both the change in Merlin's eye color and the sudden appearance of the light in his hand]

Can you make more than one at once? And change the colors? If not, I can try to think of something. Filters to reflect somewhere. Mirrors.

[takeyouapart]

I've never tried.

[There's a little 'hm hm hm there's no reason I shouldn't be able to do this' pause - he can summon lightning and turn statues into dogs, there's no reason he can't manage a coloured light. A few more murmured words, and another two spheres of light appear, circling each other on his palm - one a more pronounced blue, the other red.

You can't see his face right now but he's so pleased with himself.]

[aggravating]

[Tony's watching intently, sort of halfway paying attention to the lights, and another to the words the boy's murmuring, but either way? When the lights come up he's just letting out a low whistle of appreciation. Because damn. That's some gift.]

What's your name, Houdini?

[takeyouapart]

[A new nickname! He'll treasure it forever.]

It's Merlin.

...hi.

[aggravating]

[Oh he has many more where that one came from, my friend.]

Tony Stark, but just. Hold on a second. Merlin? Seriously? I mean I get you're British, but that just seems kind of...

[Ridiculous.]

[takeyouapart]

[He doesn't really like leaning on his own celebrity status but right now it seems appropriate.]

Not really. I'm Merlin as in...Merlin.

...

King Arthur Pendragon is a Warden here as well.

[aggravating]

[Dude you are pulling his leg right now]

Are you serious? [No, wait, there's a better question to ask here] Is all his furniture round?

[takeyouapart]

Nah, we thought about it but then decided it'd be a bit inconvenient.

[aggravating]

Triangles are inconvenient. Circles just promote peace, equality, and a lack of corners to walk into when drunk.



[ooc: I cannot the perfection of your last comment LET ME LOVE YOU]

[takeyouapart]

We're alright, thanks. Drunkenly stumbling into things generally isn't a big concern for the knights of Camelot.

[aggravating]

What, Monty Python lied to me? Damn, and here I thought it was all drinking mead and slaying dragons.

You must be in serious need of a good party.

[takeyouapart]

Who's -

Actually, never mind.

I'm not much of a...partier.

[Read: total lightweight.]

[aggravating]

[That... is one slowly spreading grin]

I am so spiking the punch tomorrow.

[Because seriously. Drunk Merlin? Yes please.]

[takeyouapart]

[No thank you, Kirk did this to him when he last got drunk four months ago and it's not happening again >C]

I should warn you that if this is your secret plan for getting me drunk it's not really a secret any more.

[aggravating]

[.... But Merlin that's amazing.]

Who ever said it was a secret? Drinking is kind of a social thing. Something fun.

[takeyouapart]

[look permanent markers are scary when you're from a place and time with no permanent markers awright]

It's...not especially fun when you can't do it properly.

And don't tell me I need practice.

[aggravating]

You need practice.

[You walked right into that one, pal.]

Seriously, three times drunk off your ass and you'll be stumbling around making bad decisions like a pro.