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I wouldn't make jokes that squarely apply to yourself as well, Merlin. No, more of a 'this might require some of your special talents' crisis. Involving some personal documents of mine.

[Though Merlin wants to rib Leon some more, he'll save it for after this crisis has been dealt with. The network might not even be safe to talk about this.]

Bring them over and we'll talk. Best to discuss in person

Edited 2014-03-29 16:18 (UTC)

Yes be right over.

[And he really does mean right over. Leon shows up not twenty minutes later, looking like he just threw himself out of the house without bothering to comb his hair. He also has a stack of folders under one arm.]

I hope you didn't have any plans today.

[Though Merlin had expected something urgent, judging by Leon's texts, his friend's appearance still surprises him.]

That bad, is it? [Merlin sits Leon in a chair and pushes a cup of tea at him. Even after all this time, he's never gotten out of the habit of mothering the knights.]

Drink that first, then tell me what's going on.

[oh, tea. Sweet nectar of life.]

Thanks, Merlin. It's, uh -

[He pauses, running a hand through his beard absent-mindedly. The folders he brought with him are on the table, and he opens one of them to show Merlin a series of black and white photographs.]

A work mate of mine, he's doing this research on First World War. Dug these photos out of some half-buried archive at the university.

I didn't even realise anyone was taking photographs, obviously. I try to avoid it if I can.

Oh, that's tough. [No matter how many precautions they take, technology always presents some sort of problem for he and Leon. This is a struggle Merlin understands perfectly.]

Do you know if these are the only copies? [Merlin picks up one of the photos and frowns down at it. It's a little smudged from the age, but the man in the photo is undeniably Leon.]

I'm not sure. I had to break in to his office to get these.

[He's going to take another long, reassuring sip of tea.]

He showed me them in the first place. You know, look at this bloke in 1914 he could be you! But he's been giving me odd looks ever since.

In the past this is the point I would just disappear. Get out of the country and let people forget about me for a while. But- with everything happening. I can't do that now.

[Merlin nods. He'd done the same in the past, but...he's not on his own any longer. Both Arthur and Leon are here, and Merlin isn't willing to leave them either.]

All right...there's a few things we can do. The easiest is...erasing his memory, or changing it enough for him to forget the resemblance. The other is casting a glamour on the photos and putting them back, play it off the next time he brings it up.

[Merlin's lips twitch.] You could always tell him it was a distant relative you bear a great resemblance to.

I think I'd rather avoid any memory wipes. Seems a little unethical really.

Unethical. [There's a hint of a smile now.] Says the man who told me to facebook stalk Arthur.

They're tricky things anyway, memory spells. I'd rather not use them if there's another option.

I happen to know Facebook stalking is completely socially acceptable.

[He's just going to collapse back onto his seat now, hands curled firmly around his cup of tea.]

Whatever you think will work. You're more the expert than me.

Edited 2014-04-06 00:16 (UTC)

You're right about the memory spells. [Merlin smiles at him, a hint of weariness in his eyes.] It's been so long, I've forgotten--well, it doesn't matter anymore.

Let's save the memory tweaking for our last resort.

[Merlin rubs his hands together, the very picture of a man about to get to work.] After we fix these photos up, we'll need to check if there are any more copies lying around.

Emerson's Cell

eee hi lovely

I've missed you <333

I missed you toooooooo /slams face first into bosom

/KEEPS YOU HERE

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