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[Merlin Alter is not hard to distinguish from his Caster self.
There's the horns, of course - two gnarled horns that resemble nothing so much as dead tree branches. There's also that he's far more pale and sickly-looking than his other self, with dark shadows underneath his eyes.
Despite that, he lights up upon encountering one of his favorite knights in the hall.]
Be~di~vere~
[It has not been that long since Ritsuka resolved that Singularity, and summoned the cause of it. Still, Merlin Alter has no hesitation in more or less draping himself over Bedivere's shoulder if he's allowed.]
There's the horns, of course - two gnarled horns that resemble nothing so much as dead tree branches. There's also that he's far more pale and sickly-looking than his other self, with dark shadows underneath his eyes.
Despite that, he lights up upon encountering one of his favorite knights in the hall.]
Be~di~vere~
[It has not been that long since Ritsuka resolved that Singularity, and summoned the cause of it. Still, Merlin Alter has no hesitation in more or less draping himself over Bedivere's shoulder if he's allowed.]
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Any time ♥ Now if only the rest of the Round Table felt the same way...
[Things have been, um, tense. How tense depends on the knight, but the only one who seems to have put it entirely in the past is Gareth. Because Gareth.]