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[getsthecredit]

[This place doesn't make any sense, as far as Arthur is concerned. And while interrogating what faculty he could taught him a little more about this whole school thing, it took a great deal of calm on his part not to draw his sword on them as his kidnappers. The fact that they were so congenial about the whole thing is the main reason he hasn't threatened anyone. Yet.

It wasn't until after a humbling talk with the headmaster that he calmed down and really began to look at his situation. After which he began wandering Balamb Garden, feeling unusually lost in more ways than one. A king without his kingdom, his people, was nothing more than a man. The only consolation he had was Excalibur, sheathed at his side. A small comfort, but a comfort nonetheless.

So that leaves one (1) King of Camelot, in full chainmail, a bright red cape, and a crown, wandering around exploring the place. And occasionally asking questions, because displacement aside, he's not exactly up to date on the modern technology.]

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[werepanther]

[Although Tom's used to most things by now, a guy in chainmail is not one of them. So he makes his way over, stuffing his hands in his pockets, and gives the other guy a slight nod.]

Hey... you alright? [He'd add "kid," but the guy actually seems to be his age. Huh.]

[getsthecredit]

[He turned to fully face the stranger who addressed him, a touch warily. His hand rested on the hilt of his sword, but it had been there for a while now, a small comfort if nothing else.]

I was recently told that I've been magically transported to another world by a sorceress, and there is no known way to undo it. I've had better days.

[werepanther]

Unfortunately, you heard right. Scientists've been looking into it for years now... and no one's really sure how much progress they've made, if at all.

[The sword doesn't really phase him - he's seen worse - but if it makes the guy feel better, Tom can't blame him.]

[getsthecredit]

[That wasn't especially encouraging, to say the least.]

Years? What of the sorceress who cast the spell in the first place, where is she now?

[f8tal]

[Coming out of a hallway she spots him and raises an eyebrow at the ridiculous getup that makes him stand out like a sore thumb.

So she saunters up to him, pushing her hair back over her shoulder.] Well don't you look dashing in all of... that. Do your people pride themselves on being as obvious as possible?

[getsthecredit]

[oh god what is that thing. He goes still and moves his sword hand to the hilt of his sword, but doesn't draw it, but if his staring is any indication he's Not That Okay with this.]

What are you?

[f8tal]

[His motion towards his sword doesn't bother her. It isn't like he could do her any real damage. Although, she'd certainly invite him to try.

She continues to smile and fold her arms under her chest.]

I am an Alternian troll- not one of your human fairy tale trolls! I am far more superior than something like that.

[She starts to circle him, knowing just how jumpy he appears to be.]

... You are a human, riiiiiiiight?

Action; because she knows Merlin and she befriends everyone?

[seethelanterns]

[And Rapunzel is wandering as well, a rare moment without Eugene attached at her hip as she walks, spotting the new arrival as he did not seem familiar to her. She thus decided to approach him to see if he was all right and possibly needed help finding his way around.]

Um, hi? I'm Rapunzel, are you new?

Oh good, friends. He needs those.

[getsthecredit]

[He didn't see her right away, though it was a pleasant surprise when he did; she was possibly the closest thing to a normal person (what he considered normal, at least) he'd seen since his arrival. Not to mention quite pretty.]

Yes, I suppose I am.

[And since she's a pretty woman, she gets a teeny bit of the chivalry treatment. He gives a small bow.]

Circumstances aside, it is a pleasure to meet you. I am Arthur Pendragon, of Camelot.

Everyone needs friends! :D

[seethelanterns]

[She smiles, biting her bottom lip lightly for a moment before tucking some hair behind her ear, her long braid swishing slightly at the movement, down near her ankles.]

Oh. Um, it's nice to meet you too, Arthur! So, I take it you talked to the Headmaster and know the basics. Were you looking for anything or anyone in particular? Maybe I know if one of your friends is here? Or show you around?

[nevergetscredit]

[Merlin's not sure whether he should be relieved or start panicking at Arthur's appearance. Admittedly he had missed the prat (just a little bit). But the fact that Arthur was now standing in a school filled with all sorts of magical-looking devices, where classes on magic were taught, and trolls were wondering around freely was, in Merlin's opinion, more than enough reason to start hyperventilating. So it was with what might be described as a high pitch squeak that Merlin calls Arthur's name.]

Arthur! [Merlin pauses, and looks up at Arthur's head.] ...why are you wearing a crown?

[getsthecredit]

[Was that Merlin just now? Because it sounded too squeaky to be Merlin.

But lo and behold, there he was. He grinned, relief washing over him at the sight of a familiar face. That plus the fact that this was Merlin, he didn't really take much note of that silly question.]

Merlin! Thank god, I was beginning to think I was alone in this insane place! [He pats one of his shoulders before holding it.] Are you all right? Did you just find yourself here, too?

[nevergetscredit]

[Merlin smiles weakly. Okay, Arthur is looking happy to see him, that's a good thing...but oh gods, what is he going to do about Arthur being here?!]

Pretty much, I've been here for a month... [still giving that crown an odd look.] Insane is...definitely a good word for it.

[hotpinkwhirlwind]

[Please forgive Sharpay's scrutiny of his outfit.]

Nice costume.

[getsthecredit]

[Nope, she gets a mildly offended look.]

It's not a costume.

[hotpinkwhirlwind]

[Oh, other worlds, Sharpay will never get used to you.] Oh, my bad. I take it you're new, then? [She sounds only mildly curious, mostly because someone who's been here a while probably wouldn't go round wearing something like that.]

[espio]

[There's an oversized lizard in a cadet's uniform jacket staring at Arthur, like he can't believe what he's looking at. What is this man wearing? Looks like he's walked straight in from a movie set or something.]

You might want to try and fit in a bit more.

[getsthecredit]

[there is a giant pink lizard telling him to fit in more. There is something terribly wrong with this picture.

But Arthur's just going to go partially into a defensive stance, hand at his sword. Why are there magical creatures everywhere!!!]

What are you, then?

[espio]

[Magical? Oh, if Espio could hear Arthur's thoughts, he might be laughing.

Anyway... shrug.]

A chameleon.

People are used to me by now, but at least you're lucky enough to look human to begin with!

[misspouncellor]

[Sup, Arthur. Have another troll. This one is looking at you all wide-eyed]

Are you a knight?

[getsthecredit]

[He might have answered yes if not for the fact that oh god another troll.]

Why do you want to know?

[misspouncellor]

No reason, you just sure do look like one. [And Nepeta has a fondness for knights] I've never met a real one befur.

[platinumheritance]

[This human was different. He looked mostly the same as any other, but he was dressed differently. He looked much more like a person from his world. He even had a crown! Might he be a king? Oh, that would be absolutely wonderful! Alduin had never had the chance to speak with a king before. Surely a king would have many interesting things to speak of.

Alduin, just a small wyrmling of a dragon, no larger than a housecat, scurried along the ground, talons clicking against it. He was bronze in color, but of a very dull sort. His scales had not yet taken on the metallic luster of his elder relatives. As he neared Arthur, he took to the air, flying at about face-level with the man.]

Are you, by chance, a King? I ask only because of the crown you are wearing. From what I have read, only kings wear such things! Am I correct?

[getsthecredit]

[The most coherent response he'll get to that is a startled Arthur quickly stepping back from the (tiny) flying beast, not hesitating to draw Excalibur this time and hold it between them, ready to strike.]

Stay back!

[platinumheritance]

[Alduin gives him a very funny look. There's curiosity in there, and intrigue, as much as a disproportionate baby dragon face can express. He hovers in place, looking over the blade.]

That is a very shiny sword. I do not intend to do you any harm, though.