[Suzerain of Sheol]

She'd been enjoying the outing -- she really had, it was just so nice to be able to take a day for herself and enjoy the pleasures of life. How often did she get to be physically incarnate after all? But some people -- SOME PEOPLE just HAD to drag her back to work on her day off!

"Okay," the great wizard breathes. "Let's deal with this, then." Merlin proceeds to peel off the long glove sheathing her right arm, unveiling the pulsing stigmata of her Command Seals.

"Don Quixote de La Mancha! By the supreme authority of my Command Spell, I compel you to put up your arms! Cease all violent action at once and assume spirit form until your master orders your return!"

That accomplished, Merlin, casually invoking the Second Magic to stride between moments, begins weaving the spellwork that will rectify the situation. First, a wide-range sleeping curse. Sparing Erik, they were buddies now.

Now then, how did that amnesia spell go...