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[ ♫ ]Destiny Will Wait-Two Steps From Hell

WHO || Alainn and Merlin, ota; if you wanna just threadjack/bump into them
WHAT || Alainn teaching Merlin about the finer aspects of technology.
WHERE || The Knights HQ: In the lounge just outside of the Dragon's Fire.
WHEN || Backdated Thursday, February 16th. Just a few minutes past 9:00 am.
HOW || Prose or Actionspam, whichever you prefer!

Merlin would, for the second morning in a row, be disturbed up by an insistent bird pecking at his door. This time, however, it was not one of Sir Thomas's "borrowed" owls, but Fede, Alainn's ever-so-charming hawk. When he opens the door to receive his guest, Merlin would be quickly assaulted by a lot of feathers to the face as she invites herself in, swoops through his room and to his dresser, where she proceeds to hop around apparently in search of something.

When she finds this certain item she somehow manages to pick it up and fly it over to Merlin and drop it into his hands, landing on his shoulder. He would notice a piece of parchment tied to her leg where, upon reading it, it would say "Press the Green Button now!"

The phone (cuz that's what it was that Fede had found for him) would start to buzz in his hand, all the different lights and buttons on it suddenly glowing, though there was thankfully only one Green Button. Now, banking on the fact that Merlin won't drop and break the phone, all he has to do is press the mysterious Green Button and find out what this could possibly be...

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Hawk feathers aren't exactly tasty. Consider it another lesson learned after Merlin opens the door and the hawk flies in. But at least he already recognizes this bird.

"And a good morning to you, Fede." Merlin tilts his head at her, slightly baffled to be seeing her at all, much less this early. "...Can I help you with something?" She can't answer, of course. Not in words. But then Merlin probably wouldn't be too surprised if she started speaking to him, not here.

He braces himself when she flies towards him, but she alights perfectly on his shoulder. Merlin stares at the tag on her leg, looks from it to the object in his hands-

And almost drops it when it starts to buzz and light up.

Almost, but not quite. Merlin gathers his wits enough to recall the instructions he just read, and after another moment presses the green button firmly with an index finger.

"Alright. Now what?"