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When; 28th April and some couple/few days ahead for shenanigans?
Rating; PG...?
Characters; Merlin, Solomon, Arthur Pendragon, Edmund Pevensie plus any character who has plans with Merlin on the 28th specifically (or if people wanna visit their house, I guess) - so feel free to contact me/us
Summary; So Merlin gets hit with Morality Reversal on the 28th and makes a servant out of Solomon (and deletes some memories and whatnot; it's a mess) and that spell doesn't revert. So the household gets stuck with an additinal servant. Said household is a little frazzled.
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For Solomon!

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It hadn't taken all that much searching.

Merlin had been on the lookout for a few hours, and took notice of one person who seemed to rather keep to himself, acted pleasant enough and just came off as overall convenient. It didn't take much more work after that. Just a bit of searching and tinkering, a voodoo doll and a spell and...

Well, perhaps the spell didn't end up coming out quite so successful. At least, that was what it seemed like, and that probably had something to do with the fact that he had never used it before. But no matter! Even if it did end up going wrong, no harm would come to him and so, he just settled down in his corner in the library, tucked the doll away and waited to see if anything would happen.

In other words; if his target would come or not.

For Solomon!

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The morning had been eventful enough for a day off of his duties at the hospital, just enough time for some errands before returning to the penthouse suite for lunch with Saya... and probably Haji. Solomon's easy smile sobered at that. It was far more difficult to win her back to his side with her grim faced guard constantly under foot.

So making quick work of his time, he stopped briefly in at the library for an armload of reading material, then off to pick out a small trinket to present to his beloved. Next on the list was one of the local well-rated eateries for a rather substantial take out order. The flowers were last, nothing too grandiose or special, just one of the many small touches that might ultimately serve to warm her heart towards him once again. He hadn't lost hope of that...

Returning to their building, he'd just gotten through the front glass doors when it struck. Suddenly bespelled, his eyes stared blankly in front of him, having forgotten exactly where he was going, and the items in his hands fell unheeded onto the glossy marble floor. He moved. One moment he was there, the next he was not.

Time was lost. And all was a hazy darkness, until his mind became aware of his surroundings once again to find himself standing in the tomes of a large room, surrounded by books... and one man before him, blazing like an inferno of light in his mind's eye. It was clear who he was. And just as importantly, what he was...

Solomon's own eyes lit with their own light, and his mouth twisted into a small smile. There were none of the typical markings of protection on the floor under his feet to contain him.

"... my, isn't this unexpected~. I can't help but to feel that you're either a very brave man to attempt this, or a very foolish one."

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Well.

That was certainly interesting.

Merlin might want to call this an... experiment of a kind, and it was... Yes. Interesting. He had doubted the whole... moving like that, whatever it was called, but there the evidence was, right in front of his eyes. Very curious.

"Most people would probably call me foolish," he said, and offered a smile.

It was rash, but he liked playing around with magic, testing its boundaries, seeing what it could do. This man was merely a test subject, although Merlin wasn't sure he had intended for him to be this aware of things. Another interesting part of this. At least, the man didn't seem so bothered with it.

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"Is that so?"

This was too easy. It was almost a pity.

Taking a few leisurely steps towards the other man, he casually reached out to run his fingertips along the spines of a row of books. Perhaps the man would afford him a small amount of entertainment before he died. Of course, not his 'preferred' entertainment, but to a demon of his stature, Solomon would take this as compensation.

"Children shouldn't play with things they don't know. Summoning someone like me... well, there are always consequences. A price to be paid for my time..."

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Children.

Merlin was hardly a child. Everything he had done and gone through, there was no way he was a child, if perhaps a little rash. But that was fine, he was sure; he could deal with this.

"A price?" he asked, cocking an eyebrow.

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A soft pleasant laugh spills from Solomon's lips. The human was so naive~.
"Of course~. Or did you think you could bring me here just to chat?"

Others might feel sympathy for the young man before him. But it wasn't in the nature of Solomon's kin. It was a kindness to even be spelling it out for him. "I'll take your soul I think." And he began to advance...

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"And how are you going to do that?" Merlin asked, honestly interested.

He didn't exactly know just who this person was, so if the guy could take his soul then... Well. But considering the nature of the spell, he figured it was highly doubtful. More than anything, he was amused, really.

For Charlie~

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Really, Merlin couldn't say he felt very excited about going out doing errands with someone, but if he had plans, then it was really the best if he actually went through with them. Whatever reason he had for making them... Keeping up some sort of appearance.

Not that he really minded Charlie's company, either, he just wasn't so keen on the running errands thing. Plus, it was always smart to be on the good side of people, after all.

So at two-thirty, as she had said, he was outside Charlie's door, and rung the bell. Hopefully it would be over with pretty quick.

[charring]

And Charlie was home. Having some difficulties with herself. It seems as though the City decided a scar of hers needed to reopen. Not too much. Just enough to be aggravating. She'd just reapplied a new bandage to it when the doorbell rang.

"It's open," which is really a dumb thing of her to do since being murdered a few weeks ago but she'd gotten used to being safe again. She peeked out of the bathroom to watch whoever it was coming in.

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Well, perhaps it was a bit strange to be so relaxed when you had recently been murdered, but otherwise leaving the door open during the day wasn't particularly weird. Merlin didn't think so much of it, at least, and opened the door with a smile, stepping in almost in a flourish.

"Hello!"

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Just a bit but she did have Ed here for a while. That helped. She gives Merlin a wave with a slightly still bloody hand before tucking it behind her back. "Hi. Sorry. I'll be a minute. Apparently I'm cursed today. An old scar of mine is bleeding a bit."

She ducks back into the bathroom, checking the bandage which...sort of seems to be holding. Hands are washed a moment later and she steps out of the bathroom, heading to Merlin. She's briefly followed by her two cats and the fox kit but then, noticing she's getting ready to head out,t hey head for the cat tower instead.

"Ready to go?"

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Cursed, hm?

Then it probably wouldn't be possible to heal it using magic either, since this was the City and that was what. So Merlin just nodded an okay and leaned against the doorway as he waited.

"Ready as I'll ever be," he said when she appeared again, spreading his arms.

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Merlin was acting a bit odd. Not enough for her to really focus on just yet, but enough where she might notice it more if she paid enough attention. She wasn't sure exactly what was off about him, but guessed it was probably nothing.

Door shut behind her, she starts down the hall to the stairwell of the apartment.

"Thank you, again, for coming with me. This has been a nightmare, these past few weeks."

For Solomonor Merlin or both!

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Arthur knew better now then to go out of the house after that last curse, with the labyrinth. It just wasn't worth it and he could swear he still smelled like the bog of eternal stench. So there is no going out for Arthur until he's well and truly sure he no longer stinks.

But that doesn't stop him from stepping out of his room and yelling down the hall. "Merlin! Where's my breakfast!" It's midmorning and Arthur is just getting up.

On his own.

There is something seriously wrong with this picture.

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By this point, Solomon was just settling in to read a book until his master emerged from his room. At least that had been his intent until he heard the shout coming from another part of the house.

He frowned, glancing back disdainfully at the cooling food he'd been forced to prepare, and remembered his master's clear (if not slightly unreasonable) instructions. But this was one of the potential pitfalls of contracts... the inability to refuse such a directive.

And so he let out a sigh of resignation and forced his grimace into something more neutral and moved quickly to intercept Arthur before he could shout out something else.

It was only a moment before he caught sight of the one that must be Arthur. "Please try to be more quiet... you'll disturb him." He kept his voice light, and amiable. "Your breakfast is in the kitchen... waiting."

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Arthur stares. "I'll disturb who?" Well wasn't that a novelty, Arthur being told to shut-up rather then the other way around.

He shakes his head and ducks back into his room, stretching an arm over his head. "No matter. Since breakfast is made why don't you bring it up here and while you're at it, draw my bath." He was fully expecting Solomon to follow to do his bidding. After all, Arthur doesn't do the fetching; the servants do.

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Solomon does indeed follow, but only for his own amusement, and only so far as the doorway. He leans against the doorway, neatly folding his arms across his body and lightly speaks to Arthur's retreating form. "Why don't I? Because drawing your bath was not in my directives~, nor was it to bring your food to you."

He gives the young man a pleasant smile, "I'm certain that you must know where the kitchen is... if your desire is to eat, your food there."

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Arthur is in shock. Plain, unmitigated shock.

"I beg your pardon. Just who do you think you are?"

For shame. For shame. As if Arthur was even capable of drawing his own bath or fetching his own food. And it's not even half past twelve!

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Solomon quirks his head, clearly very amused at the question.

"I am whoever my patrons and masters wish me to be~. But you can call me Solomon." It seemed to be the name that his master felt was acceptable, so that is what he gave.

For Solomon, backdated to the 29th

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It's a little like waking up after drinking way too much the day before, this morning. Being cursed doesn't mean you'll be lucky enough to forget things, after all, so when Merlin rolls over and slowly opens his eyes to look out the window, it comes back to him all at once.

So, instead, he abruptly sits up and puts his palm to his forehead, staring ahead of him at nothing in particular.

"Wh..." What. The hell. "Oh."

Quickly, he stumbles up and out of bed and barges out the door to check the nearby room where this... Solomon... is apparently staying. If it wasn't a dream. Which it really doesn't feel like. What the hell?

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Of course Solomon wasn't sleeping. He never slept. Instead, he sat in a comfortable chair in the room with book in hand while he waited.

He'd been sitting there for hours in the silent house, his mind wandering from his reading to think on this new human that he'd agreed to serve. Merlin was an interesting one... but then, any man that could summon him would have to be. There was potential there, a raw power just seeping out of the young man. A power to be shared or perhaps even taken under the right circumstances... and so he'd readily agreed.

Solomon's keen hearing heard movement minutes before he laid eyes on Merlin's sudden appearance at the door. But when he saw him, he rose from his seat, and dropped with deference to one knee.

"Master~..."

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Not a dream, then.

Merlin stumbles back a little, shocked, as Solomon drops to a knee and just... stares, for a while. Okay. Okay... This is... not okay. Not that he would mind... someone helping him with things occasionally, but he could probably ask for that.

He doesn't need a servant, doesn't want a servant.

"Ah.. You don't have to do that. That's just, uhm... Weird."

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Solomon waits for his master to speak, and is slightly confused at the awkward sounding words that spill from his lips. "'Weird' ... is it?"

Beginnings with new masters always had an adjustment period. This was nothing new and he could be very patient when he wished to be.

Peering up from the locks of hair falling across his vision, he casts the human an amused smile. "You haven't seemed to think so before..."

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Hello, Solomon, meet the real Greatest-Wizard-of-All-Time-Merlin.

Who almost flails for a moment, and then turns around in a small circle as he presses both palms to his head. Well, this is just brilliant! What the hell was he thinking?

--or, well, not-him thinking. Not at all, it seems like. Oh, god.

"I-- I wasn't myself!"

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"Oh, no. What's done is done~, we have a deal." Solomon shook his head slowly from side to side, 'tsking' at what appeared to be buyers remorse. It was far too late for that.

Rising to his feet, he advanced to narrow the distance between them. His mouth set firmly into an imposed smile that didn't quite reach his eyes. "My power is at your bidding and I am yours to direct until your last breath... then what was yours, shall be mine. A fair trade I believe."