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[pratentious]

[This time, the recording starts with a long, drawn out sigh. Then, surprisingly, it's still Merlin's voice that rattles off the voicemail in tones of long-suffering.]

Hello, you've reached King Arthur Pr--Pendragon. He isn't here to answer your call because he's incredibly important and busy. If you leave a message here with me, I'll make sure he gets it because I am a good servant--and friend-- [he adds the last bit in a rush, accompanied with a thwap!, an 'ow!' and an 'I heard that,' then forces the rest of the words out through gritted teeth] and will do anything my master asks of me.

[A couple seconds pass, then Merlin speaks again, this time sounding a bit further away, like he isn't speaking into the bracelet anymore.] There, happy now? If you ask me, the other one is still better-- Shut up, Merlin. It's time to do yours next. Wait, what --

[ click! ]

Comments

[pratentious]

Five dragons? Where the Hell did they get the other four?

[ Excuse him, Conan, he will just be scrambling to gather his armour now. ]

You're certain, though? Can you give a rough estimate of their numbers?

[holmes_fanatic]

I can count to five, Arthur-san.

It's hard at this distance, but we're looking at a force of at least [rough estimate] strong.

[pratentious]

[ He would swear, but - now is not the time. ]

Thank you, Conan. I will rouse the Guard. Stay vigilant, and hail me immediately should you note anything of import.

[ A thought: ]

Remain low, if you are able. If the dragons enter the city, take to ground cover.

[holmes_fanatic]

We'll be monitoring the field from the hospital roof. Anything happens, you'll be first to know, Arthur-san.

[pratentious]

Excellent work. Take care. I'll be in touch.