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This Merlin isn't Merriman-Merlin, who is Ako's usual Arthurian target of choice, but he's a Merlin, which is where there is a bound-by snogging. In the manner of Foxes she's there, she says hello enthusiastically (it involves tongue) and then she's continuing unless called back.

Chaos spirits.

Merlin is perhaps understandably jumpy around the current shapeshifting population of Milliways. But a snogging seems to be rather harmless, in and of itself.

He jerks slightly at the enthusiastic greeting, but refrains from screaming and hiding under the table. See? Progress.

He rubs at his face with the unbandaged hand and staaaares at the Foxgirl.

Just Fox. She's a Fox in woman's skin.

She bats her lashes in return and flirts a tail (one of nine) at him.

Also? She is glad there was no screaming and hiding. Its bad for the ego.

Merlin continues to stare. And blink. And stare a bit more.

He's familiar with foxes, but he's never seen one quite like this.

He smiles softly, staring at her from behind a fall of hair.

Isn't he just the cutest little boy ever?

Ako has seen many, many, many little boys in her lifespan. It happens when you admit to two thousand years and may or may not be carving some off.

She would be surprised if he had seen someone like her, as she is a Japanese sort of chaos spirit.

Her smile is, to be simple, a beam. She could light up the room with it, if smiles were lightbulbs.

Lightbulb smiles are contagious apparently, as the smile Merlin returns a smile much more confidant than the previous one.

He offers a slight wave, and an almost whispered "Hi".

"Hi."

She returns cheerfully, and then she perches on the edge of his table. Her feet are also Fox feet instead of human feet. Bar's idea of fair warning, she supposes. Laini keeps ears and tail, most times.

"I am the Honorable Lady Ako. Pleased to meet you."

Its that smile. For the moment, however, she's keeping to the caucasian skin tones.

Merlin bows slightly, as deeply as his injuries and his seated position will allow. His shadow bows much more deeply from its place on the floor.

"A pleasure, Lady. Please, call me Merlin."

"Just Ako, and don't hurt yourself silly."

She reaches over to pat him on the hand, arm, or head depending on what is closest and least wounded,

"I suspected. You looked rather like a Merlin of one sort or another."

He grins slightly.

"There certainly seems to be enough of us here. You can call me Emrys, if it's too confusing."

Alot of people here aren't fond of the Merlin's from what he's gathered. And he wants to be as likable as possible. It's a character flaw.

Ako/Merriman OTWTF. She is fond of at least one of them.

"Whatever you prefer, really. I am rather extraordinarily flexible. It comes from not needing a fixed skeletal system, really."

The comment about the skeletal system catches him slightly offguard. But when your girlfriend is a shapeshifting deer, you learn to accept strange body structures.

"My friends back home all call me Merlin. I'd... like it if you would too."

He seems much younger than his fifteen years when he's blushing.

[ooc: no problem! I don't mind slowtime.]

She beams at him,

"Merlin it is. Everyone calls me Ako except my daughter. She generally sticks with MO-theeer."

She's got the teenage whine down pat, and backs it up by patting his face.

"You have a daughter?"

He cannot imagine what the offspring of this woman would be like. But the impersonation reminds him a bit of Rhia, and he grins softly.

"I do indeed. Her name is Shar, and she's currently living with a human mage named Tannim. He's my ex's adopted son. Thus the name."

It means "son of dragons". In some language of another. If asked, Ako would inform Emrys that her daughter is everything Ako isn't.

Which pretty much boils down to "A Mary Sue"

Max is not what anyone, anywhere, would ever call motherly. But the appearance of injured children, even injured children who are not nearly so injured as they might have been a day or so ago, concerns her.

"...Hey there."

Merlin grins softly, staring up at Max from behind his hair.

"Hi."

"You okay?" It's said as softly as she's capable of, which is more than might be expected, but less than most.

His smile is slightly self-depricating, and he shrugs, motioning towards the bandages.

"As well as can be expected, I suppose."

She nods, and there's a slight gesture to one of the waitrats.

"You've been to see the doctors?"

A slight shake of the head.

"I didn't want to be an imposition, and I could wrap the worst bits myself. Besides, I heal pretty quickly."

He doesn't like doctors. They remind him too much of his mother.

"Oh? And what couldn't you tend?" She's a soldier with some skills as a medic. Does that count?

He shrugs again.

"There were a few... claw marks I couldn't quite reach. But nothing too severe."

The big cats had torn his back and shoulders to pieces, but he wouldn't admit to it. He feels silly enough as it is.

"...Claw marks?" She frowns slightly. "May I see? I'm not a doctor, but I do have some skill with medicine."

At this point, the rat returns, bearing hot chocolate. Kids like chocolate, right?

She hands one of the mugs to the boy.

Oh yeah. She probably doesn't know what happened. Silly of him to assume everyone knows how silly he was.

"Yeah, claw marks. I... got a little careless and got caught by a couple of werewolves and cats. They... thought I was a deer." The fact that he actually was a stag at the time would probably be why they thought that.

"The damage really isn't as bad as it looks but..." He blushes and looks down, then carefully shrugs out of his thin shirt. The wounds are probably what some would call serious, but he's had worse. The faint tracings of an old burn scars a portion of his right chest, matching the deeper scars on his face.

Of course, the more recent marks probably distract from the old scars. His left shoulder, caught by the panther's claws, bears eight deep gashes, running over the shoulder and down the back. His right shoulder and part of his shide which were caught by the white cat have similar markings. What is probably teeth marks can be seen on his right hip, and a good portion of his chest has been wrapped in gauze.

He reaches into his pouch and pulls out a small canister of very smelly ointment.

"Actually, if you wouldn't mind putting this on the ones on my back... I'd really appreciate it."

He doesn't like asking for help, but if she's offering it seems silly to turn it away. And the ointment might help lessen the scars.

He's distracted from his embarrasment by the offer of chocolate, however and he drops the ointment onto the table to take the mug. He grins, and breathes in the sweet scent, before sipping at the drink.

"Thank you for the chocolate!"

Internally, she is facepalming. A lot. "...They thought you were what?" Teenager, deer. Pretty big difference between the two, as far as she can tell. "Here? Out back?"

A 'Beware of man-eating werewolves' sign is sounding more and more like a good idea all the time.

She sucks in a breath in a sharp hiss at the sight of the wounds on his back. She'd seen worse, true, but not by much, and it was always worse looking at injury done to one so young.

That she's only perhaps six years older than him doesn't really cross her mind.

She proceeds to open the canister and begin applying the ointment carefully to his wounds. She's got a deft touch, perhaps suprisingly so, considering her profession.

And she has enough sense to not ask about the scars.

Merlin appreciates the care she takes with the ointment, and doesn't flinch when the cream is applied. The lack of questions regarding the scars he appreciates a great deal as well. Some stories are not meant to be shared with someone who doesn't even know your name.

He grins slightly, and sips at his chocolate.

"To be fair to the wolves, I was a stag at the time. I guess I didn't pay much attention to the time while I was out there."

Hence the embarrasment. The whole mess could have been avoided if he'd been a bit more careful.

"Ah." Max winces a little, and bites her tongue on admonishments that wouldn't do any good. The pain he must be in would be a better teacher than any lecture, especially one given by a stranger.

After a moment, she continues, "If it helps any, one of them gnawed on me a few months back. And I looked pretty much the same as I do now. Just have to be careful not to be in the wrong place at the wrong time."

It's both a warning, and an attempt to make him feel a little better about his own situation.

"I see that now."

He grins slightly, and shrugs carefully back into his shirt.

"I think the worst of it is that I met that green-eyed brown wolf once before in a similar situation. I guess I got cocky because I managed to fight him off." They should share experiences about being gnawed on by Jason. It might amuse him.

[OOC: Not at all! Merlin likes talking to Max.]

"Green eyed..." There is more internal facepalming. There aren't enough werewolves in Milliways for there to be more than one with that description.

"I think we've been chewed on by the same wolf."

Yep. There will definitely have to be a sign. Nothing else for it.

"Oh really?"

Merlin sounds almost amused. It's good to see he's moved past the terror stage of things.

"It makes sense, I suppose. There can't be that many werewolves in Milliways. Perhaps he should post a warning, though."

He's probably joking.

"There's, oh, maybe half a dozen." She does a quick mental count, and nods. "Yeah, about that. And three or four cats."

The corners of her lips twitch upward slightly. "Caution: Man-eating werewolves ahead. Do not approach on the full moon."

[ooc:...dammit. One of these days, we shall be on at the same time again, I swear. Bloody babysitting with no internet...]

[OOC: Never fear. They're changing my schedule at work, which will allow me to be on at much more reasonable times, and will hopefully improve my ability to play. Yay!]

[ooc: just when I'm going to uni and my schedule is shot to hell...*grins* we'll work something out.]