[closed/incomplete]
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.
( I found God, on the corner of 1st and Amistad/Where the West, was all but won/All alone, smoking his last cigarette/I said 'where were you?'/He said 'ask anything'... )
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.
( I found God, on the corner of 1st and Amistad/Where the West, was all but won/All alone, smoking his last cigarette/I said 'where were you?'/He said 'ask anything'... )
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."
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