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[Heart, well, she has been trying to do her best for the users since this tragedy started. That would mean anyone who has been paying any attention to her as probably seen that she's not eaten anything since this started. Nor drank anything; best to leave supplies for the people that need it after all. Or at least, programing dictates that she ought to as best she can figure out - really there isn't much she's programmed to do in a situation like this. She's not a disaster response robot or anything.

Thus, she's taken to wandering around the town, looking to see if there's anything she can help with over the last few days. However, today, she's come across something- odd. In glancing over the southernmost bridge in the village into the water she looks at her reflection and sees... Well, she's initially confused as to what it is but then the realization hits her that it's her.

Reflected in the water isn't her as she is now, but a reflection of something that should be impossible: a red haired and green little girl, two years old at best, smiling in the reflection back at her own impassive face. Heart isn't sure if she should be surprised or not so she just keeps staring and even does some experimental movement to see if the young phantom moves with her. When it does she keeps this up to see if it continues... and it does.

Now, anyone care to run across her while this happens? Or perhaps after as she sets into the river, despite the oddness of that, to see if there's any sort of projector in there]

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A-are you alright, my lady?

[Merlin has taken to addressing all strangers with a form of hyper-formal speech. Apparently, you never know when you might be speaking to someone very important

He approaches the riverside just as she begins to step into it.]

[She instantly stops her splashing at the unfamiliar voice. She turns to Merlin and when she does her face is expressionless. That means, of course, protocol takes over-]

Do you want to be loved?

E-excuse me? [His head tilts. A girl wandering into the water is strange enough. And cause enough to be alarmed.] I'm not sure. I mean--err--it's kind of an odd question, considering...

[He trails off. Staring.]

[But then he thinks about love. About Fina. His expression softens and he ever so gradually begins to nod.] Yes. I suppose I do.

[...That was within thirty seconds.

Excellent.. Protocol steamrolls on forward and thus, still flatly but now a little eager:] Pick my personality: one, two, three, four, five, or six.

[And just as gradually, his smile seems to sink away. He would very much like for the strange girl to go back to asking him strange questions. Anything other than some kind of...game? Is it a game? It sounds like one. Perhaps like a riddle. How could he know which answer is the right one?]

Your...personality. [He echoes as he sizes her up. Why would it have anything to do with numbers?] Three. [Merlin answers with all the hesitation of someone who isn't sure whether their answer will result in a swift, magical death or not.]

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[Three- well, that processes right quick and in an instant her posture changes. It becomes more relaxed and she rolls her shoulders right there in place before a wry grin spreads on her face]

Nice call there. 'M Heart, so what's your name?

Merlin. [He drops a hand from his chin and gestures uncertainly around them. She looks as though she might be back to normal--except, what was this girl's normal? He had no way of knowing.

Sweet, though. She seems...sweet. He smiles back.]

Merlin... Mer-lin. Huh. That's a nick name there, buddy! [That's complete with her straight up jumping out of the water back onto the bank. She trips a little when she does that, but does try to steady herself... way way of grabbing his shoulder]

Oh, no thanks. Plain Merlin is enough, for me. A nickname would--[he trails off. Would...what? Not impress Arthur? What did that matter. The prince wasn't even here, anymore. But before he has the chance to re-route that sentence, Heart is tripping and her hand is on his shoulder.]

H-hey, are you alright? [He tries to balance for her grip, but ends up over-compensating. The both of them plunge towards the water. Merlin, acting and thinking quickly, reaches one arm out--around the girl. His other stays close to his body; however, his fingers spread flat in the direction of the water's surface.

His eyes gloss over with gold and in a voice not quite like the one used in conversation so far:] Ætstandan.

[He breaths, the air leaving ripples on the water's surface so close to both of their faces.] Arisan. [Slowly--gradually--their bodies rise from being parallel to the water. It is as if Merlin is pushing them back up with one hand a hair's breadth from the water.

Gently, he sets the two of them back upon the bank.]

[...Oh wow. Wooooow. Heart's eyes go wide at that and as soon as they're safely on shore her mouth - which was open a little, closes and then turns into a big dopey grin before she pats Merlin on the back a couple of times... not hard but hey she has metal bones so that might hurt a little. Maybe]

Oh man, oh man Merly that was awesome!

Yeah...about that? [He shrugs, looking around. Just in case--you never know who might be watching.] I'm sorr--[Ugh, Merlin. The girl's grinning at you. And telling you how awesome it was. And...calling you Merly. Get a grip.]

That was odd. Very--err--odd. Wonder how that happened. [Yes. He's trying to avoid owning up to what he did.]

Odd? Huh... yeah, dunno if I've ever run into something like that... [And now she looks around at them. Did he really not not it? It seemed like he did. She briefly runs over the visual records she has of that in her head]

[His smile is just a little too wide.]

Me neither. Nope, never. That was new to me.

Alright if that's how it is... [And now she punches Merlin lightly in the side. Love tap, really]

First time for everything, I guess.

[He smiles, slightly embarrassed by the punch. He rubs his side--passing it off as mock tenderness.]

What were you doing in the water, anyway?

I thought I saw somethin' in there so I went looking, that's all. [She even waves a hand. Pshaw; no big deal]

[So, now they were both trying to convince each other that things were not quite as they were.]

You should be careful, next time.

[...She shrugs and smirks a little] It's kinda fun to be on the edge though, ainnit?

[Just a hint of an agreeable smile.]

Sometimes, yes. [And now, gently, he lets go of her arm. As if he had only just realized that he was still holding on.] But you have to be careful about which edges.

Well, I guess... [Sheepishly, she itches her nose at that. She's never been in that rough of scrape... she thinks]

I'm not saying you're not capable. [He rushes to clarify, worried that her hesitation stemmed from feeling offended.]

Aww, jeez. That was never a concern here, Merly!

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