video.

[king]

[ Did someone call for fanservice? The young blond man on the screen is quite well-built and very shirtless, though he seems rather unimpressed with the world at present. Though he's been through the showering process, there's still the remnants of blue in his fringe. ]

This is unacceptable.

[ It's gritted out, but he seems to realize he's not going to be doing himself any favours by having a tantrum over the network, so he visibly reigns himself in. A shake of his head, and he holds up a waterfall of chain link. ]

I need someone who knows how to buckle up armour. Report to my chambers immediately.

[ Except of course, he's not at home, where every man and their dog knows where the prince sleeps. In fact, Arthur isn't even sure he knows where he sleeps. He scowls, squints down at his arm as though the ink on it's betrayed him, and reads out the numbers: 012, 007. Ah. He's new. ]

If you happen to run into a man-shaped idiot calling himself Merlin along the way, send him instead.

[ And then he stares at the camera a moment longer. And turns away. And proceeds to return to getting dressed, having neglected to realize the importance of turning the video off. Eventually he moves out of frame entirely, and after a long shot of the blank wall of his room, the feed times out. ]

Comments

video;

[notevenagirl]

[Well hello there.]

I'm better at takin' clothes off than puttin' them on. But I gotta ask, can't you do it yourself?

video;

[king]

[ he's just going to take that to mean she has some sort of dressing-related job. perhaps as a tailor. ]

Of course I'm quite capable of dressing myself.

[ not that he does it when he doesn't have to. ]

Chainmail is another matter entirely.

voice;

[heltersskelter]

Oh, we've got a real bad ass up here now. Everybody look out, he needs servants.

voice; -> encrypted 60% (hey he's getting better)

[dirtyword]

Don't feel like helping the spoiled brat either? [ There's a small grin in his voice and--holy shit, Brendan's out of his shell. ]

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[king]

Of course I don't need servants, or for that matter, an unruly donkey.

[ all right the first bit is something of a lie. ]

audio;

[dirtyword]

Big talk for a new kid.

video;

[king]

Do you not know who I am?

video

[maddening_gale]

My, my. Feeling a bit insecure, are we?

[Because who else besides guards would wear armor in enclosed spaces, really?]

video

[king]

[ arthur gives the man in the device a long, disparaging look. ]

Hardly.

[text]

[doggedly]

[who is this guy and who actually names their child Merlin. that's a bit boastful! but aaaanyways--]

but where do we report sir?

text; 1/2

[king]

hjdkhejfefllfeffhl

video;

[king]

—of my door. Seven, I think.

Voice

[servant]

[Arthur is the prince of Camelot and the king of tsunderes. Because even he must want to hear a familiar voice right about now.]

Arth-

[Okay, half a familiar voice. Look, no one told him to announce himself while Merlin was still figuring this thing out.]

Text

[servant]

garlakj saqat

a r thur

voice;

[besiege]

An' I thought I was hopeless with these stupid- [ she taps her own device, distorting the sound a bit ] -things.

S'not surprising, though. Can't imagine figuring this shit out yourself when armour's beyond you.

[ She doesn't sound nearly as bad tempered as she usually does, just flat and unimpressed (perhaps a little deflated), though it was the word "armour" that caught her attention in the first place. ]

video;

[king]

I think you'll find I know plenty about armour, my lady, including the fact that if you want to be properly strapped into it, you need another set of hands.

permavid & eventually text.

[culver]

[all nill can do is stare
HER BODY WASN'T READY FOR THIS]

[king]

. . .

[ Arthur stares back for a moment, politely waiting for her to go first. but then it seems to occur to him that she's a young lady, and he — well, he's not wearing a very proper amount of clothing. hurriedly, he goes for a shirt and struggles into it, emerging slightly flushed and a little rumpled. he clears his throat, awkward. ]

video

[littleduck]

[Prim's so busy being fascinated by everything ever here that Arthur being a negative nancy and demanding really catches her attention. And in a bad way. It takes her a few to figure out how to respond, but once she does she looks so much like a disapproving mother. It's probably comical. Except not. Because disapproval.

Except that look quickly melts away and she's just left looking concerned for his well being.]

Are you from the Capitol?

[Because all these demands and not knowing how to dress himself in his weird clothes sounds like something that would happen if you were raised in the Capitol.]

video

[king]

[ what is with these small blonde girls coming to stare at him. he's already hurriedly put a shirt on for Nill's sake, but Prim's look makes him want to check that his hair is laid flat. her question, though, bemuses him. ]

The capital of what?

voice;

[altercate]

[ okay, so shit is obviously going down and there's not much to be found amusing on this ship but.

yeah, this is amusing.

there's no actual response, just a soft scoffing noise that absolutely is mocking. ]

video;

[king]

Is something funny?

video.

[ringbearer]

[ this certainly..is different. hobbits have a good sense of self-esteem, if they didn't their bellies wouldn't be half so fat, their natures half so jolly if they weren't content as they were. yet to openly be unclothed on the network.

well it's a bit too late to pretend he didn't see this man unclothed and frodo glances off to the side, focusing instead on his face, mostly large blue eyes and a mop of dark curls. ]

There are quite a lot of man-sized shapes here. It might be difficult to find him.

[ a pause, and as politely as a gentlehobbit under pressure can be: ]
Could you perhaps ..describe him?

[ aragorn was a king and he didn't need armor..was he like one of those knights perhaps?]

video.

[king]

[ Aragorn had greasy hair. :| ]

He's tall, skinny, pale, dark hair, blue eyes, ill-fitting clothes, falls over a bit, wears the same filthy neckerchief as much as he possibly can, and he's usually in trouble.

video.

[shoyu]

[ oh gosh. isn't that a sight for sore eyes. though truth be told, he's far more entertained by A) the demand for a servant and B) the possibility that this fellow's an actual, real knight in shining armor.

have a soft, teasing laugh. ]

Don't suppose you've a horse there to go along with that armor, sir?

video.

[king]

I'm not entirely certain they could fit a horse into one of those tubes.

[ for his part, it's legit hard to tell how serious arthur is with this answer. ]

Besides, the steel floors would be hell on their shoes. Imagine the sparks.

[theshabbiestofmen]

Did you say Merlin?

[king]

I did.

[ with a wince. ]

If he's broken anything, I can pay for it.

voice;

[whippings]

Just wear the jumpsuit already.

[ Someone sounds unimpressed. ]

video.

[king]

But it offers very little protection, my lady.

video

[mansuetus]

Do idiots come in other shapes?

[ how is this even the point, Lucrezia? ]

video

[king]

Quite a variety, I believe, my lady.

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[ripstides]

Didn't your parents ever teach you that you catch more flies with honey than vinegar? [ wait, he's not a fly. not as planned. ]

video »

[king]

[ His father taught him never to ask for help, but Arthur's been straying more and more from his way of thinking, lately. This is no time for pride... that said, he doesn't appreciate the insinuation that he's not being nice enough, and his lip curls, his reply terse: ]

No.