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[pointed-spoon.livejournal.com]

There's a handsome-enough but faintly odd looking young man, lounging in an armchair. He's playing idly with the laces of his doublet, and whistling 'still crazy, after all these years.'

Time bends for Dworkin Barriman.

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[shinigami-rem.livejournal.com]

The Shinigami noticed the man and watched him for a time.

"You are from a time gone bye," she said.

[pointed-spoon.livejournal.com]

"And you broke the rules."

Dworkin wraps the lace around his index finger.

[shinigami-rem.livejournal.com]

"I did?" asked Rem in the woman's voice, "I have not killed anyone, nor am I naked, I cannot have sex, nor am I dealing in old busyness. How have I?"

Rem was a little confused.

[pointed-spoon.livejournal.com]

He whistles a ditty, a love song, and grins at her.

There is an off-kilter-ness to him.

"I meant something a little more fundamental, child."

[shinigami-rem.livejournal.com]

"That I lengthened the life of a human because of my affection for her?" she asked still confused, "And how would you know THAT?!"

Rem was a little thrown off by the crazy guy with the weird name.

[pointed-spoon.livejournal.com]

"You just told me."

Obviously.

[shinigami-rem.livejournal.com]

Rem thought for a moment.

"Dworkin Barriman," she said, "I would not know how you would come by that knowledge. But, if I have offended you, please tell me."

Rem may be a god of death, but she's at least concerned about people.

[mycursedface]

Medusa notices him. She notices everyone. She tastes them, she smells them, she sense the heat from their bodies and Milliways is just a sea of senses that she mostly manages to block out.

After all, trying to straighten her feathers is far, far more mentally taxing than worrying about what her snakes are picking up.

[pointed-spoon.livejournal.com]

"Evening."

This might be the sanest greeting Dworkin has ever given ANYONE in bar.

[mycursedface]

She smiles.

"Good evening, sir."

[pointed-spoon.livejournal.com]

"And good evening to you, lady."

He looks her straight in the eye, without fear.

Dworkin is too strange to die.

[mycursedface]

He gets a faint frown.

"You aren't a statue."

[pointed-spoon.livejournal.com]

"Yes I am."



Clearly.

[binaried.livejournal.com]

Merlin knows that song. He thinks the man also looks vaguely familiar, but he can't figure out why.

"Simon and Garfunkel is a good choice."

[pointed-spoon.livejournal.com]

Well, he has Corwin's eyes, today.

And Random's grin.

"I'm fond of them."

[binaried.livejournal.com]

And there goes the lightbulb over Merlin's head.

"Grandfather."

Dworkin rates a formal bow.

[pointed-spoon.livejournal.com]

"Great-grandfather, technically. Although we might be a little closer on your mother's side. I was a Barriman, once upon a time. Is the House of Barriman still about?"

It wouldn't surprise them if they'd all been killed because of him and Oberon.

[binaried.livejournal.com]

"My apologies, then." Pause. "No, you would be further down on mother's side. Her great-grandfather is Uncle Benedict."

Merlin's smile slips for the first time in a very long while.

"Gone. It was purged after you left and no one has attempted to claim the old citadel."

[pointed-spoon.livejournal.com]

"I had forgotten. You're too young to remember us, then, but we were a force to be reckoned with."

A small smile.

"Although Amber is proof enough of that."

[nothawkingbird.livejournal.com]

The clothes got a curious look. She wondered if the outfit made him more likely a contemporary of her boyfriend's time.

[pointed-spoon.livejournal.com]

"Good evening," murmurs Dworkin, fiddling further with the laces.

[nothawkingbird.livejournal.com]

"Good evening." She respectfully replied.

[pointed-spoon.livejournal.com]

"Can I help you?"

She was looking, after all.

[nothawkingbird.livejournal.com]

"Just wondering on your when, sir." Somehow getting the instinct to be respectful and polite here.

[pointed-spoon.livejournal.com]

"None in particular," he shrugs, "sorry."