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Re: Jacob O'Malley
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."
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."