Yep! [Funny how Watanuki's on the mark, down to the little cape Merlin himself sewed.] You'll know when you see him.
[100% hard to miss, angry greeting included.
Now, that's a sensible reaction. Merlin's smile turns a touch enigmatic as he extends his hand. Time to exit the dream.]
In a moment.
Shall we?
[Whether or not Watanuki clasps his fingers, the dream will dissolve around them. Avalon's sun shines bright in the Reverse Side of the World. The Garden is in full bloom as always, and the air is clear. No electronic thrum of energy, no overly shadowed corners. Not a hint of sadness, despair, or grief.]
That is the face of one attempt to ensure the continuation of human history. Remarkable, isn't it? How one ordinary mage's ambitions can bring together the previously unthinkable marriage of magecraft and technology.
An end approaches. The full extent of its tie to the King of Heroes' vision remains to be seen. [For not even Merlin has caught on to the Alien God's descent, although he will begin to suspect something of that one's nature and their possible link to CHALDEAS once certain events unfold.] That facility houses the humans we will be helping out when the time comes, however indirectly at first.
Understand this: it's not often I meddle so closely with affairs on the Surface. Seeing as I'm about to lose my prime source of entertainment, however... well, let's not continue that thought.
["I am a being who can't exist without humans," he's mentioned at some point to Watanuki before, in a rare moment when he touched on what being a cambion means. But why should he not refer to those he watches over so glibly at the present? His general love for humanity remains an inhuman sort of affection... or so he says, ignoring certain inconveniences.]
Anyway! Our arrival at Uruk is already a foregone conclusion. What matters now is that we have a better notion of our deadline.
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[100% hard to miss, angry greeting included.
Now, that's a sensible reaction. Merlin's smile turns a touch enigmatic as he extends his hand. Time to exit the dream.]
In a moment.
Shall we?
[Whether or not Watanuki clasps his fingers, the dream will dissolve around them. Avalon's sun shines bright in the Reverse Side of the World. The Garden is in full bloom as always, and the air is clear. No electronic thrum of energy, no overly shadowed corners. Not a hint of sadness, despair, or grief.]
That is the face of one attempt to ensure the continuation of human history. Remarkable, isn't it? How one ordinary mage's ambitions can bring together the previously unthinkable marriage of magecraft and technology.
An end approaches. The full extent of its tie to the King of Heroes' vision remains to be seen. [For not even Merlin has caught on to the Alien God's descent, although he will begin to suspect something of that one's nature and their possible link to CHALDEAS once certain events unfold.] That facility houses the humans we will be helping out when the time comes, however indirectly at first.
Understand this: it's not often I meddle so closely with affairs on the Surface. Seeing as I'm about to lose my prime source of entertainment, however... well, let's not continue that thought.
["I am a being who can't exist without humans," he's mentioned at some point to Watanuki before, in a rare moment when he touched on what being a cambion means. But why should he not refer to those he watches over so glibly at the present? His general love for humanity remains an inhuman sort of affection... or so he says, ignoring certain inconveniences.]
Anyway! Our arrival at Uruk is already a foregone conclusion. What matters now is that we have a better notion of our deadline.