[closed/incomplete]

[modraed]

Characters: Mordred (modraed), Gawain (decayingly), Euterpe (museicalme), and a possible appearance by Agravaine (nevermercy)
Date/Time: May 4th, afternoon
Location: Presbyterian Hospital, room 112
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: Swearing, possible violence
Summary: Agravaine got jumped. Mordred and Gawain want answers.

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[decayingly]

Empty, that was how her words sounded to his ears. Empty, false and plain ridiculous. Help? She had jumpstarted this whole mess. If she had given him the benefit of the doubt and kept it to herself, if she had remembered Agravaine didn’t go around punching women for the hell of it, his brother wouldn’t be laying on a hospital bed, the steady beat of the machine counting his heartbeat. Courteous or not, polite or not, Gawain could feel little bar despise for this woman.

Carefully, he placed aside the thought of how women should be defended. These were other circumstances, a time where even he had lost his temper and done things he regretted. If this woman couldn’t understand that fact, then it was not his issue. Gawain merely listened and took his own conclusions. The first was how Mordred wasn’t exactly feeling sympathetic with the girl. He felt the same. The second was the logic in his statements. Pushing himself lightly, he let go of the window, against standing by his younger brother’s side. In case it was needed.

“Showing up and saying you want to help is no help whatsoever.” If he wanted empty words, Gawain would just have to step outside and call for a doctor. He wanted actions, not promises. “Who spoke to you of violence against my brother? Who disagreed when you told them to back off? Names, not platitudes. You either tell us or.” There was a good thing about being who he was in his life. The Crawfords were well known for walking in all circles, legal or illegal. And while he preferred to keep to the acceptable side of the law, this was one time he would gladly make an exception.

“I will come after him,” he declared finally, all in a tone of voice that could have been considered pleasant. His sneer had disappeared, features relaxing but still not taking the edge of his words. “And his family. And everyone he might have asked for help to do this until I am satisfied. I will find out, whether you tell me or not. It will only take a couple more days.”

Maybe not his family, Gawain did have morals. If it had to be done, however, it would be done.

[museicalme]

It was becoming apparent to Euterpe that good intentions aside, there was clearly nothing she could do or say that would appease either Gawain or Mordred, and she was growing concerned with what that meant for her. Maybe Ares was right, and she shouldn't have come here. Lingering feelings and concern for Agravaine aside, they were going to assume this was all her fault no matter what she said and nothing would change that.

She felt like she was being threatened even though neither actually went so far as to say anything that could be construed in that fashion. Her mind started going a mile as minute as for the first time since she could remember there was no song stuck there. Euterpe was scared, worried, and just generally reminded of how weak she was the more she looked from brother to brother. She was even starting to tremble slightly, and she just knew that they'd notice and use it against her like they were everything else.

"The only people who said anything that could be seen as violent towards Agravaine, other than Lancelot, was some guy who I didn't recognize who said something to my sister but not to me. Then there was Asclepius, but I doubt he could take Agravaine. There was Arron, he runs a cage-fighting thing that Agravaine's a part of, but he offered to teach me to fight when I asked him to back off..." her voice trailed off as she thought for a moment, remembering how excited Ares had been last night, and how he'd mentioned getting into a fight.

She closed her eyes for a moment, pieces tumbling into place in her mind. She really hoped that what she was starting to assume wasn't correct, otherwise there were going to be some serious issues between her and Ares. She didn't want to know if this was his handiwork, and she wasn't going to assume either. "I'm sorry I can't be more helpful, but I haven't brought it up since that one time, and even when my sister brought it up I told people it was pointless and partially my fault."

She took a deep breath, the knowledge that she'd made every attempt to protect Agravaine strong in her voice. "I know you're going to blame me regardless, but it's completely possible this had nothing to do with me. The last time I talked to Agravaine he threatened that he'd come back and finish what he started if I said anything further, why would I risk that?"

Probably not what they wanted to hear, but it was the truth.

[modraed]

Well, the girl was right about one thing; there was nothing she could say that would convince Mordred that this wasn't somehow connected to her. Still, she seemed properly scared from the way she was speaking and her posture, and fear brought out a side of people that made it much easier to tell if they were lying or not. To Mordred's trained eye - a liar can always tell one of her own - she was being truthful though she was still holding something back.

He stepped closer to her, enough to force her to take a step back as he subconsciously got her into a position where she'd be unable to flee if the urge overtook her, and smiled in a manner reminiscent of a shark. He'd already ruled out Lancelot, though she didn't need to know that. He had been aware of the other people she mentioned, but hadn't even stopped to consider Arron. Until now that is.

"I know of the cage-fighting group, I'm the one who got Vaine involved in that. Arron seemed like the type who would enjoy a good fight, though I can't see why he'd involve himself with the likes of you." However, there was the fact that this wench gave off the same kind of sensation that he'd felt when in Arron's presence, and that got him thinking. He knew that Arron was someone like them, but not who exactly. He glanced down at Euterpe again, assuming that if she knew she'd have said.

"You're Greek, correct? I believe you told my brother you're a muse?" He waited for some reaction, which he got in the form of a slight nod and her opening her mouth as if to clarify, though he cut her off. "Why would a muse need to learn how to fight? Shouldn't you just be swaying in the background inspiring people?" He turned to Gawain, wondering if his brother found the idea of someone teaching the creature in front of them to fight as hilarious and useless as he did.

"Regardless, you say that my brother threatened you last time you two spoke. If that's true, then why did you really come here? Wouldn't the fact that he already hit you once, a knockout blow from what you've said, keep you from wanting to see him ever again?" He let the words sink in before dipping his head slightly to close the distance between them, his lips next to her ear as he still spoke loud enough for Gawain to hear. "You still fancy him, don't you?"

A smirk, the words sounding strange on his lips as he continued. "You said before you still care, are you quite sure he didn't hit you hard enough to rattle your little brain? It's obvious if he can threaten you, actually even assault you, and you're still coming to see him with crocodile tears in your eyes you've got some real problems." He shook his head, backing away. "You can go now, we're done. However, don't be surprised if you see myself or my brother following you."

Better one of them than their mother. "We know there's more to this, and you're the key. And believe me when I say you'd rather want to see one of us than our mother, since it's been said Agravaine gets his attitude from her."