Characters: Agravaine/Julian (
nevermercy), Ares/Arron (
wars_passion), Mordred/Mortimer (
modraed)
Date/Time: Thursday, early evening
Location: Vice and Prohibition
Rating: R (most likely)
Warnings: Swearing, violence
Summary: Agravaine, Mordred, and Ares talk cage fighting.
After the interesting, yet informative, conversation with Arron, Mordred had contacted his brother. With the recent arrival of both their mother and eldest brother, Mordred knew that Agravaine had as much reason to want to pummel things as he did, and this cage fighting tournament seemed almost like a godsend in that regard.
The ride to the club where the tryout was taking place was nearly silent; Mordred considering the opportunity to fight against a better opponent than what he had found in Poseidon, and Agravaine probably brooding. Mordred didn't know nor ask. As he parked his car, he remembered something worth noting. "You should know that the man we're meeting referred to himself as Arron, so for the time being I'm Mortimer. Or Mort, I suppose. If you call me Morty I won't hesitate to crack you one, understood, Julian?"