Camelot 2001: The Return of Heroes

Re: Jacob O'Malley

Kepic said:
Closing time came quickly, and things went surprisingly smoothly for a Saturaday night, despite the fact I couldn't shake the unfamiliar, yet at the same time somehow expected, words that had found themselves in lyrics I knew off by heart.

After seeing off the last customer, and soon after the last of the bar staff after the Cup Bearer was tidied up again, I locked up behind them and returned to the juke box, making the same selection as before. This time, the music played how I had always remembered it, no out-of-place lyrics by Sinead came to my ears.

Pouring myself a shot of scotch I sat down, staring at the glass, and the rippling surface of the drink before me. I seemed to recall a lake, probably out fishing with my father when I was young. I smiled, remembering casting out the line, my fathers sharp words of encourgement at my first bite. The hand that from the water to catch...

I froze, my heart pounding in my chest, trying to discern where that fleeting image had come from. Ah, Excalibur, of course, that must be it. I had watched that film so many times as a youth. Patrick Stewart as King Leodegrance, father of Genievre, stuck in my mind quite prominently.

Lifting the glass to my lips, I drunk down the scotch, and settled back to listen to the music now in the relative peace and quite of the now closed pub, save for the traffic outside.


A gentle cough made Jacob turn his head to see an elderly gentleman dressed in dated clothing sitting at a table near him. It startled him for he knew he had closed and locked the place up only moments ago.

The old man rose and approached him, locking his gaze with Jacob's. As he did so, Jacob could feel something inside him strain and give way. Visions raced across his mind and he somehow knew they were memories...somehow knew they were his though they were centuries old.

"You are needed once again, Cup Bearer," The old man says,"Your bravery is called upon. I apologize for the suddeness but I cannot afford Morgan getting the upper hand."

He waived his hand and a flash effectively blinded Jacob, distracting him from the visions that played out in his head. When he had recovered his eyesight, he noticed that he was in a cavern that was lit with soft light. He was seated at a round table and there was a minature round table in the middle of that. Upon the chair that corresponded with his own was a pool of wax and, as he stared, another candle was lit though no one was near it.

Then a soft voice broke into his thoughts. "Welcome, Sir Bedivere. Such a noble knight graces us with his presence. Relax and all will be explained when Merlin returns."
 
Re: Tanya/lionell

Morganna said:
I couldnt shake the feeling i had when i saw that paper. I heard Jeff say something "What dear?" I say still feeling wierd.
"I said, Tanya whats the matter you look like you seen a ghost."
"Sorry I just thought of something I wanna do to you when we get to our room. Lets get off this ship and head for the hotel I say starting to head tword the chopper. If i wait here any longer the rest of the crew will turn into voyers."

As Tanya climbed into the helicopter, she was surprised to see and elderly gentleman in dated clothing sitting in the seat next to the pilot. She knew he was not one of her crew.

Before she could comment, however, the man turned and his eyes caught hers as he spoke,"It is time, Sir Knight. Your quest awaits you."

At that moment, Tanya felt as if a gate had opened in her mind and she felt another precense struggling to get loose. It seemed almost as if there were two people staring out of her eyes instead of just one and she begin to see visions.

"I apologize for the suddeness, but I have no choice," He said with genuine feeling in his voice.

The memories, for that is what she was convinced they were...and somehow she knew they were hers....slammed into her with almost a physical force. She saw herself riding with others who were in full knight costume. She felt a sense of brotherhood and belonging...of sadness and honor..of victory and defeat.

She noticed that the old man waved his hand and then she could see no more for a flash blinded her. When she could again see, she found herself in a cavern softly lit with torch and candle light. She was seated at a round table and that table had a minature round table in the middle of it. Upon the chair that corresponded with her own was a puddle of wax and, as she watched, another candle was lit even though no one was around to light it.

A soft voice interupted her thoughts. "Welcome Sir Lionell. It is good to see you again. It seems as if you and your brother, Sir Bors, have managed to share the same affinity for womanhood. This should be interesting, indeed." Tanya could have sworn she heard a rippling laughter behind the words.
 
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Re: Rick/Kay

rdh996 said:
I saw the sign and I couldnt help but think that something wierd has happned but a part of me senced that it was alright. I felt the stinging blow as Bolvias first hit brought me back around. what the hell happned i say as i block some hits. Eventually i forgot about the sign and I got back into the game. I blocked his punch and then something in my head told me to through a punch i dont usually do. I hit him with it and he drops like a rock. The ref started counting and when Bolvias started to get back up it was too late the ref had 10 counted and I had WON!! As i walked out of the ring i heard "Great job". I turn to Jason "Hea Jay did you say something?" Jay looks at me "No, Oh and that reminds me what the hell happened in there in the first round huh? You seemed to be looking at a sign advertising fritos and then he nailed you which you didnt even attempt to block hea if you were hungry we coulda ate before we got here."

i look at him." I didnt see ant fritos sign the sign i saw said 'NOW IS THE TIME. PREPARE FOR YOUR QUEST' it was kinda wierd." Jason looked at me as if i had gone nuts. "Hea maby that hit jared something loose up there I didnt see that. Anyway lets go get something to eat all that talk about fritos made me hungry.

The moment that Rick walked into the locker room to change before meeting Jay for something to eat, he knew something was wrong. For one thing, he did not know the elderly man who was dressed in dated clothing that was standing there looking at him.

"I see that you retained your arrogance, Sir Knight. I suppose I should not be surprised. You always did have enough to last for centuries." The old man said with a wiry grin.

Stepping forward, the old man caught Rick's eyes and locked gazes with him. All of a sudden, Rick felt as if something inside of himself was struggling to get free and it seemed like he was not the only one looking out through his own eyes and into the gaze of the old man.

"Forgive my haste, but I have no choice," The old man said as he came even nearer.

And then the memories hit him. He knew they were memories and that, somehow, they were his though they were centuries old. He saw a young boy and his taunts of him. He saw fights and jests and a brotherhood of men all honed to one purpose.

And then he saw nothing for the old man had waived his hand and a sudden flash blinded Rick. When his eyesight cleared, he found himself in a cavern that was lit with soft light.

He was seated at a large round table and a smaller round table was in the center of it. The chair that corresponded to the one he was sitting in held a puddle of wax and, as he watched, another candle lit up though no one was there to light it.

A feminine voice caught his attention and he turned to see a lovely lady sitting in the chair at the head of the table.

"Welcome, Sir Kay," She said with a smile,"Relax and I am sure that Merlin will be with us in a short while.
 
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Re: Re: Richard Ko/Galahad

Unregistered said:



As the van careens down the street, the air is split by the sounds of sirens. The police scanner in the front of the van tells you that the area is full of cops. You know you have to get out of there quick. And then something that is not the dispatcher's voice comes over the air.

Unknown to Rich, only he can hear the next voice. It says:

"PREPARE NOW FOR THE QUEST CALLS."

The next thing Rich knows is that one of the group is shaking his shoulders and telling him that you have to get out of there. The dispatcher is again on the scanner and Rich feels as if he had just heard something more important than even the position of the cops.


OOC: AFM has been busy lately so I am going to get his knight in with the others without waiting for his response.

IC: The van stopped and everyone filed out and disappeared down alleyways. Everyone of them knew where to meet back later. Right now the trick was to scatter and make it harder for the police to follow.

Rich was the last one to exit from the van but, before he could do so, he felt a hand upon his shoulder. Turning, he was startled to see an old man in dated clothing in the van. He knew that there had been no one like that a few minutes ago.

Before he can react though, the old man locks gazes with him and he can see a sadness there. Rich feels completely paraliyzed with the gaze as everything around him, including the sounds of the police sirens, fade into the background as the man speaks.

"A surprising state of affairs for the only one worthy to bring back the grail. But destiny sometimes has fateful twists. No matter, your quest is at hand, Sir Knight. It is time for you to return."

With that statement, Rich felt as if he had been delt a physical blow as visions begin to race through his head. Memories that he knew, somehow, were his own. Pictures of himself and two other men riding upon a glorious journey. Of pride and honor as he finds what he seeks.

"Forgive me for my haste, but there is no other way," The old man says as he waves his hand and Rick is blinded by a bright flash of light. When he can see again, Rick is in a cavern lit by the soft glow of candles and torches. He is sitting at a large round table and there is a minature round table in the middle of that. The chair that correspondes with his own holds a pool of melted wax and, as he watches, another candle is lit though no one is there.

He then hears a soft, feminine voice. "Welcome, Sir Galahad. It is an honor to have you back with us." Turning, he sees a woman sitting at the head of the table and smiling at him.
 
Dagonet/Dirk Gently

As the portly investigator's eyesight cleared, he saw himself to be in a cavern, seated at a large table with several other people who made his head swim to look at. His vision blurred, and their forms shifted impossibly. Dirk blinked his eyes, and his vision cleared.

Immediately after his vision cleared, the memories of another life and another time came flooding in. Dirk knew all about his own mind from various perspectives, having spent quite a lot of time out of it, thanks to various inebriants. This, however, was terra incognito for him, and he was badly shaken. Strange visions of men in armour, bloody battlefields, and unwashed tavern wenches filled his brain to overflowing.

"Damn it to hell! I've gone and died, and someone ELSE'S life is flashing before my eyes!"
 
Steven Jefferies / Sir Lancelot

I turned to the sound of the voice and was shaken for the form did not match the voice. "Mother?" I asked, and she nodded her head to me. "What has happened? " As she starts to answer another knight appears, and then another.

"I take it that we are all Knights of the Round Table here. How is it that this is possible? It has been centuries since I have died. How can I now be reborn? "

I get up and start to walk around the room, pacing as I try to think this process out.

"Where is Merlin? I take it that it was he who brought us all here? "


When I turn back to the table I see that most of the seats have been filled. " I am Sir Lancelot, and we have been summoned here again to prevent evil from happening to the world. While I do not yet know why or who is causing this evil, it is my sworn duty as a Knight to go where I am sent. Who is with me?"
 
Earl/Brunor

Earl shakes himself. What a wierd thing to happen. He had heard about people losing time but it had never happened to him. And what was with that sign? Was it some person announcing the end of the world? He thought that only happened in cartoons.

Feeling strangely disturbed and more than a little uneasy, he got into his car and headed for his apartment. Upon reaching it, he entered, fed and petted his cats and went in to take a shower.

Still he couldnt get the memory of the man on the corner out of his head. It seemed to nag at him. Somehow that sign seemed ment for him but what exactly did it mean? He never had been good at puzzles and this seemed like the mother of all inigmas.

With a sigh, he tried to put the thought from him and went to go make his solitary dinner and then to watch some tv.
 
Candi/La Bel

Candi almost flew through the door of her apartment and literally threw her purse onto the couch. Stomping around in her kitchen, she banged pots and pans down onto the counter in her fury.

"How dare they," She said, the heat of her fury rising as she went through the last few hours.

For some reason, she had been standing and staring at at stupid billboard for almost a half an hour. People had passed her by and finally someone had called the police thinking something was wrong with her. The police had come and automatically assumed she was on drugs by the glassy stare in her eyes.

The didnt find any drugs in her purse or duffel but they did find her tip money.

They wouldnt listen to her when she tried to explain to them that she was a dancer and those were her tips. They had confiscated everything, cuffed her and put her in the back of the police car.

Driving her to the hospital, they had ordered blood and urine tests on her and, when that came out negative, they had hauled her into the station on the suspicion of dealing drugs because of the large amount of tips she had recieved.

It had taken three hours in the hospital and two more at the station before they finally got ahold of her boss who confirmed that she worked there and that the men had been heavy tippers that night.

She could still see the suspicion in the cop's eyes when they released her but they didnt have anything to hold her on.

So now here she was. It was almost time for her to wake up and she had had no sleep. She was making a breakfast that she had no intention of eating simply so she could take her anger out on somthing tangible and she was ready to strangle something.

Calming down a little bit, Candi, put the eggs back in the fridge and decided that maybe a nice long shower would be better. At least she could get the feeling of the jail off of her skin.
 
Bob/Lamorck

With a guilty start Bob "The Blade" hits the button that starts the commercials going and soon the dead air is filled with an announcer trying to tell everyone that they can have a better sex lfe if they only use a certain brand of toothpaste.

"You alright?," Howler says as he starts to prepare for his own shift.

"Yeah, Man," Bob says trying to shake the message he had just heard out of his head. What he had just heard was impossible. Wasnt it? But then again so was the possibility of a half hour of discs playing in two minutes.

Shaking, Bob picks up his things and heads out the door without even stopping to discuss the night's events with Howler. Who was going to believe him anyway?

Reaching into his bag, he takes out his headphones and pops in a CD. Maybe some music would soothe his nerves. Couldnt hurt to try.

Letting the sounds blast away the feeling that he was in the middle of something bigger than he could handle, Bob exits the studio and starts walking towards home.
 
Re: Earl/Brunor

Lynell said:
Earl shakes himself. What a wierd thing to happen. He had heard about people losing time but it had never happened to him. And what was with that sign? Was it some person announcing the end of the world? He thought that only happened in cartoons.

Feeling strangely disturbed and more than a little uneasy, he got into his car and headed for his apartment. Upon reaching it, he entered, fed and petted his cats and went in to take a shower.

Still he couldnt get the memory of the man on the corner out of his head. It seemed to nag at him. Somehow that sign seemed ment for him but what exactly did it mean? He never had been good at puzzles and this seemed like the mother of all inigmas.

With a sigh, he tried to put the thought from him and went to go make his solitary dinner and then to watch some tv.

As he is preparing his dinner, he can hear one of his cats hiss and then suddenly begin to purr as if frightened and then soothed at the same time.

Turning around, he can see and elderly man holding his large grey tabby which was curled up in his arms as he was stroking it. Glancing at the door, Earl can see that it is still bolted and chained. Besides, he had not heard this stranger come in.

Putting the cat down, the old man straightens up and says,"It is a pleasure to see you again, Sir Knight. It is time to meet your destiny."

Before Earl can react, however, the old man catches and holds his gaze with his own. Earl is suddenly plunged into a world where someone is playing a movie of memories not his own but still familiar. And, as the scenes unfold before him, he can feel someone or something struggling to get out from the bonds within himself.

Something within him breaks and he has the feeling that someone else is looking out of his eyes along with him into an unfamiliar world.

"Forgive the haste," The old man says as his arms waves in front of Earl,"But it is neccessary."

And then Earl is blinded by a white light. When his vision clears, he finds himself in an underground cavern which is softly lit with candles and torches.

He sits at a large round table and there is a minature table in the center. On the chair corresponding with the one he is sitting in there is a puddle of wax. As he watches, another candle springs to life though no one is around to light it.

A voice, soft as the ripples of a pond comes to his ears,"Welcome, Sir Brunor. We have been expecting you. Relax and be well for everything will be explained in time."
 
Gary sat down, hard. What in the hell was going on? He sat here in a dark cavern, candlelight flooding the area. He pushed his head into his hands, trying to make it all go away.
A knight.
My fucking god.
A knight.
That's not possible. Even if it was, why was it him? He could be a knight, he was just a simple lawyer. He didn't even take recognition for his quests...
What? No, no, his cases. He didn't take recognition for his cases. He's never been on a quest in his life. Well, maybe hell week at Alph Pie Omega, but come on... this was just a little too weird.
He couldn't help it thought, there was something, something that just made sense, even though it didn't.
Sir Gareth... he'd never even heard of a Sir Gareth before. Probably some weird knight who was just the most brave and noble, and yet didn't have the heart to gloat about it at all.
"Whoah... where did that come from?"
Gary half smiled half wanted to cry his eyes out. There's a fine how do you do. One day your a nice simple lawyer watching Gilligan's Island, the next your a knight having a secret meeting about... about.
What in the hell were they having a meeting about anyway?
 
Sir Archibald Grenville/Agravain

Laurel's head spun as she was dragged through the spell Merlin had cast. She should have been ready, but the old fool had always been able to out-think and out-pace any omens she watched. She would still be with her husband, thanks to a binding spell a wise-woman friend had placed on her, but she hadn't realised how painful the pull would be. When she arrived in the cavern, she smashed into the floor and collapsed painfully.

Archie had arrived seconds before her, and was sitting at the table, tending to agree with the stranger's comment about having someone else's life flow before his eyes, but also feeling an unnatural affinity for the visions, as though they were also his own. When he heard the crash behind him, he spun and saw his wife trying to pull herself to her feet. He dashed over to her in concern.

"Laurel?" he said, easing her face up to look into his.

As she looked into his eyes, she realized for the first time that he did not believe what was happening. He had been an honest journalist for so long his soul had been trained to skepticism. Now he was facing an awakening to a soul long dead. She shook her head and smiled at the irony.

"I am ok, Agravain... You, on the other hand, are in for a revelation or two that you'll have to sell to the Sport if you want to write about them."

She forced herself upright and looked around at the strangers. Somehow, the binding which had been done had left her able to sense who the knights were, even though she had never met the people before in this life. Almost at once, her vision fixed on Steven Jeffries. She had been astounded when her husband had breathed word to her of his bedroom betrayal of the King. And when he had murdered her Agravain, she had wanted revenge a woman could not take. She scowled at him.

"I see our Queen's Champion is here," she said, barely suppressing a snarl. "I trust you will keep your blades aimed at the right targets this time? Flesh and steel alike!"
 
Lily sat greeting each knight as they appeared. She felt like giggling when she noticed some knights had come back as women. She wondered what would come of this difference. Though she hardly cared, they were knights nonetheless. When Lancelot appeared she felt a slight pull at her heart seeing her adopted son. She graced him with a smile that said little but her eyes said it all. They held a look of welcome and if someone looked close enough one of love. Smiling at everyone there she assured them Merlin would be back soon. She hoped she was right, there was a certain amount of tension that just couldn't be good.
 
Randall Parks/Bleoberis

Randals head hurt slightly as he rose to his feet. "The bartender's gotta be lyin ta me!" or at least thats what he tried to convince himself. None of this was making any sense. Randall, an experieced fighter wasn't afraid of anything and all of the sudden he passes out?

"Earth to Randall? You bring your checkbook to pay for the damages?" Mack stood there in total disbelief of the events that occured that night. "Uhhh, just put it on my tab there" Parks said with a slight chuckle. "Randall one day im gonna collect on that tab of your and I can guarantee you that there aint enough oil in all of Texas to pay off your debt!"

Randall stumbled out of the bar holding his hand to his temple. "Musta smacked it when I fell" at this point he still didn't want to admit he had passed out. Was all that a dream? If it was it was the weirdest he'd ever had. And why was that guy talkin so funny? "PREPARE FOR YOUR QUEST" what was that supposed to mean? The only quest he'd ever been on was for the perfect beer and the perfect butt. Yes, the quest rolls on. But somethin was right strange about that night. As he drove home with the windows down he couldn't help but feel born again. The cold wind rushing against his face, and the thoughs of a quest spinning through his mind. The night was hot as beads of sweat formed on is forehead. As he reached for a cloth in his shirt pocket he pulled out a piece of paper instead.

"Well I'll be! She must have slipped it to me." he laughed as he put away the number of his aggressors girlfriend.

"Still haven't lost your touch you stallion!"
 
Re: Randall Parks/Bleoberis

AnimE said:
Randals head hurt slightly as he rose to his feet. "The bartender's gotta be lyin ta me!" or at least thats what he tried to convince himself. None of this was making any sense. Randall, an experieced fighter wasn't afraid of anything and all of the sudden he passes out?

"Earth to Randall? You bring your checkbook to pay for the damages?" Mack stood there in total disbelief of the events that occured that night. "Uhhh, just put it on my tab there" Parks said with a slight chuckle. "Randall one day im gonna collect on that tab of your and I can guarantee you that there aint enough oil in all of Texas to pay off your debt!"

Randall stumbled out of the bar holding his hand to his temple. "Musta smacked it when I fell" at this point he still didn't want to admit he had passed out. Was all that a dream? If it was it was the weirdest he'd ever had. And why was that guy talkin so funny? "PREPARE FOR YOUR QUEST" what was that supposed to mean? The only quest he'd ever been on was for the perfect beer and the perfect butt. Yes, the quest rolls on. But somethin was right strange about that night. As he drove home with the windows down he couldn't help but feel born again. The cold wind rushing against his face, and the thoughs of a quest spinning through his mind. The night was hot as beads of sweat formed on is forehead. As he reached for a cloth in his shirt pocket he pulled out a piece of paper instead.

"Well I'll be! She must have slipped it to me." he laughed as he put away the number of his aggressors girlfriend.

"Still haven't lost your touch you stallion!"


A movement from the passanger seat caught Randall's attention. Turning, he could see an elderly man in dated clothing sitting beside him. Startled, he knew that the man had not been there moments before or when he had left the bar.

The man smiled at Randall and said,"It is time, Sir Knight, to take your place once again." And before Randall could say anything, his eyes locked with the old man's and it was as if lightening had struck him.

He couldnt move, couldnt react as he felt something or someone struggling to make itself known deep down inside of him. Then it seemed as if he was looking at the world with two sets of eyes instead of one. And thats when the memories came.

Memories that were his and yet not his flooded through him. The pushed past everything else in his mind, including the thoughts of the girl at the bar. Visions of men around him, men in suits of armor, a feeling of brotherhood smashed into him, causing him to loose control of the truck.

"Forgive my haste," The man said,"But there is no choice at this time."

Just before the vehicle smashed into a tree, the old man waved his hand and a flash of blinding light hit Randall. When his vision cleared he was sitting at a round table in a cavern that was softly lit by candle and torch light.

A minature round table sat in the middle of the large one and on the chair that corresponded with his own was a large pool of wax. As he watched, another candle lit up without anyone being around.

A soft voice came to his ears. "Welcome Sir Bleoberis. It is good to see you. Please sit back and relax. Merlin should be here soon."
 
Re: Candi/La Bel

Jocelyn said:
Candi almost flew through the door of her apartment and literally threw her purse onto the couch. Stomping around in her kitchen, she banged pots and pans down onto the counter in her fury.

"How dare they," She said, the heat of her fury rising as she went through the last few hours.

For some reason, she had been standing and staring at at stupid billboard for almost a half an hour. People had passed her by and finally someone had called the police thinking something was wrong with her. The police had come and automatically assumed she was on drugs by the glassy stare in her eyes.

The didnt find any drugs in her purse or duffel but they did find her tip money.

They wouldnt listen to her when she tried to explain to them that she was a dancer and those were her tips. They had confiscated everything, cuffed her and put her in the back of the police car.

Driving her to the hospital, they had ordered blood and urine tests on her and, when that came out negative, they had hauled her into the station on the suspicion of dealing drugs because of the large amount of tips she had recieved.

It had taken three hours in the hospital and two more at the station before they finally got ahold of her boss who confirmed that she worked there and that the men had been heavy tippers that night.

She could still see the suspicion in the cop's eyes when they released her but they didnt have anything to hold her on.

So now here she was. It was almost time for her to wake up and she had had no sleep. She was making a breakfast that she had no intention of eating simply so she could take her anger out on somthing tangible and she was ready to strangle something.

Calming down a little bit, Candi, put the eggs back in the fridge and decided that maybe a nice long shower would be better. At least she could get the feeling of the jail off of her skin.


As Candi moved down the hallway towards the bathroom, a strange sight ment her eyes. An elderly man in dated clothing was standing there just looking at her. Before she could react, however, their eyes met and locked. Candi felt as if something inside of her was being pulled to the surface.

Then it seemed that someone else were with her inside of her own skin. As if two pairs of eyes were looking out at the world around her. And she heard the old man speak.

"I apologize, Sir Knight, for the apruptness. But it is now time for you to join the quest. I have no time for gentleness."

And then he waved his hand and a blinding flash filled her eyes. When her vision cleared, she was seated at a large round table which had a smaller round table at it's center. The table and herself were in a cavern that was lit with candles and torches. Upon the minature chair that corresponded with her own was a puddle of wax. As she watched, another candle was lit but no one was near it.

She then heard a feminine voice and turned to see a lovely lady sitting at the head of the table.

"Well, Sir La Bel, it seems as if you have chosen to apply your name to this life time. 'The Fair Unknown' is quite appropriate. And it looks like you have chosen to follow your father's inclination in this lifetime also. The female form suits you, I think." Was there a hint of laughter among her words?
 
Re: Bob/Lamorck

Teague said:
With a guilty start Bob "The Blade" hits the button that starts the commercials going and soon the dead air is filled with an announcer trying to tell everyone that they can have a better sex lfe if they only use a certain brand of toothpaste.

"You alright?," Howler says as he starts to prepare for his own shift.

"Yeah, Man," Bob says trying to shake the message he had just heard out of his head. What he had just heard was impossible. Wasnt it? But then again so was the possibility of a half hour of discs playing in two minutes.

Shaking, Bob picks up his things and heads out the door without even stopping to discuss the night's events with Howler. Who was going to believe him anyway?

Reaching into his bag, he takes out his headphones and pops in a CD. Maybe some music would soothe his nerves. Couldnt hurt to try.

Letting the sounds blast away the feeling that he was in the middle of something bigger than he could handle, Bob exits the studio and starts walking towards home.


As he walks along, Bob sees in front of him an elderly man in dated clothing coming towards him on the sidewalk. As the man approches, he is saying something that Bob cannot hear because of the earphones. But the man's eyes catch Bob's and he can almost hear again the message that was relayed in the studio.

Before he can react, visions start passing before his eyes. Scenes of a past that is disturbingly familiar. Among the scenes of knights and brotherhood were mixed those of a beautiful lady. For some reason he seemed to be drawn to her a thrill of the forbidden. Then a dark scene with four men attacking him and he holding his own with his sword. Then pain...coming from behind him and darkness...he knew it was his death...

But before Bob's mind could comply with what it knew to be a dark death, the man before him waved his hand and a flash of light blinded him and tore the vision from him.

When his vision cleared, he was in a cavern that was softly lit with candles and torches and was seated at a large round table. A smaller round table was in the center of that one and in the chair corresponding to his own was a pool of wax. As he watched another candle was lit though no one was near it.

Taking off the headset, Bob heard a soft voice greet him. "Welcome Sir Lamorak. I hope your arrival was more pleasant than your departure those centuries ago."
 
Sir Lancelot / Steven Jefferies

I am lost in thought as I hear a snear from someone around the table. "I see our Queen's Champion is here," she said, barely suppressing a snarl. "I trust you will keep your blades aimed at the right targets this time? Flesh and steel alike!".

I turn to face this person and my right hand drops looking for a sword that is not there. "I shall, if you keep your nose out of business that does not concern you. "
 
Robert/Gaheris

Robert looked at Jessie almost in a daze as she took the mic. What the hell had just happened? He shook his head and looked out at all the squad cars getting ready to leave.

"Ummm, yeah. I had best get down to the station for paperwork and then head home," He said in a voice that didnt sound like his.
Your quest awaits you? What the hell was this all about. Was he going insane? Had this job driven him that far?

Not saying anything else to anyone, Robert headed for his car and the station house. Once there, he got a strong cup of coffee and headed to his desk to fill out the neccessary forms and clear his head to boot.
 
Nimue stood up when Agravain's wife said "I see our Queen's Champion is here," she said, barely suppressing a snarl. "I trust you will keep your blades aimed at the right targets this time? Flesh and steel alike!". Before she could say anything Lancelot turned to face her and said "I shall, if you keep your nose out of business that does not concern you. " sighing softly she spoke up. Her voice was soft but held an underlying note of command. "That is enough. We are all adults here and do not have to act like children to one another. The past is just that, it's the past and we can do nothing to change that. Please just sit down and await Merlin. Whatever he has for you to do we cannot accomplish it while fighting. And that goes for all of you" Her gaze met every single knight holding each for a moment "do I make myself clear?"
 
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Sir Archibald Grenville/Agravain

OOC: Just a note, Lady Siren, it was Laurel - Aggie's wife, who made the comment to Lancelot, not Aggie himself, who is simply befudled right now... as you'll see.


Laurel turned to face Nimue as she spoke and acknowledged the wisdom of the water queen's words. "Aye, my lady, you are correct. I will defer to your knowledge and wisdom - for if the Lord Merlin wishes us to be present, he most surely has good cause. But rest assured, good sir knight," she cast back to Lancelot, "when you murdered my husband, you made it my business. Things have changed these days, my Lord Lancelot, and I shall protect my man as ever a knight would his lady... should that need arise."

Archie stared from Steven Jeffries, to Nimue and back to his beloved wife. For a moment he was too dumb-founded to speak. Who were these strangers, and why was his wife acting in such an aggressive fashion. More to the point, what was this nonsense about someone having killed him, and the use of names dead for 1500 years, if they had ever existed in the first place. He wondered if he had hit his head, and was dreaming this, but he realized that thought would never occur to him in a dream. He stared at Laurel in confusion.

"Take a seat, my love," she said, smiling to reassure him. "All things will be made clear when the Lord Merlin arrives. For now, I must retire to the background while you become acquainted with old... or new friends."

With that she ushered the confused man back to his seat, firmly enough to brook no argument, before she, herself, slipped back to take a seat in the shadows.
 
Barbara/Lucan

Barbara looked up at David and then back down to where she had been gathering her stuff.

Quickly taking off her radio, she shoved it at David and grabbed her gear and hurried over to where her car was waiting for her.

What did that mean? She knew she heard it. She was pretty sure she wasn't going crazy.

But what quest? And the thing about the time drawing near seemed like some end of the world thing that people joke about. what did it all mean and did she really want to know?
 
Steven Jeffries / Sir Lancelot

But rest assured, good sir knight," she cast back to Lancelot, "when you murdered my husband, you made it my business. Things have changed these days, my Lord Lancelot, and I shall protect my man as ever a knight would his lady... should that need arise."

Those words rang in my head as I sat down at my ladies request. Murdered? I've murdered people. If that was the case how come the police havent arrested me?

My head starts spinning as the transition of who I am or who I was really starts to grip me. The king.. The Queen.. My love for her..

Having to slay my brother knights. My head sinks into my hands as I sit in my chair and sob over the anguish that has just been brought over me.
 
Jewel/Bors

He watched in amazement as more people appeared, looking equally befuddled. He stared hard at one, the eyes so familiar. A name surfaced unbidden to his lips. "Galahad?" he softly said.

Then came angry conversation behind him and he turned to see a man and woman casting stony eyes at each other just before the man sank into a chair and started weeping. Launcelot. It was he, though there was nothing that resembled the knight as he had looked yesterday... No, more than yesterday. But the memories were becoming as sharp as if they were that fresh.

He looked again around the table. Different bodies, different sexes, but the same souls shone out of their eyes. Did they all have this inner duality? Names were falling into place with strange faces, and he felt a surge of joy at the realization that they were all together again, both living and dead. True, there were many issues that would be reopened again, not all pleasant, but that could wait. This was the Round Table, and chivalry would operate around it. He sat up straight in his chair, uncomfortably aware of how his breasts jutted out. Undoubtably Merlin's doing. Why was he in this body, and some of the others too? What did you expect, dunce? You were born this way! a voice shouted in his head. He cocked his head at the inner conversation, striving to make sense of it.
 
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