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Oct 04, 2011 23:42

Characters: Arthur (rexquefuturus), Lancelot (drinksalot), Mordred (modraed), and eventual Famine (eatasam)
Date/Time: Tuesday 10/04, late night
Location: Famine's apartment building
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: Swearing, Famine, Mordred
Summary: Knights to the rescue

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I've looked into the heart of darkness, where the blood-red journey ends~ )

arthur, mordred, lancelot, !event #012, famine

Comments 7

rexquefuturus October 5 2011, 06:53:31 UTC

Arthur arrived (with Lancelot) shortly afterwards. He looked up at the building, which was perfectly normal, and didn't quite seem as though it should be the site of abduction or imprisonment. To judge from the barking dog, they could well be in the right place.

He nodded in greeting to Mordred and nothing more before gesturing at the door. "Shall we?"

drinksalot October 5 2011, 10:21:39 UTC

Similar to Arthur, Lancelot tilted his head by way of greeting to Mordred. No love was lost between them. At the moment, his focus was on their surroundings. His eyes darted around, but it was impossible to tell whether they were being watched.

"Yeah, ain't much out here," Lancelot said curtly. He held the door open and followed in after the two men. If they were strolling into some sort of trap, someone needed to be at the rear. Motherfuckers always attacked from behind.

modraed October 5 2011, 10:54:43 UTC

Both men received a curt nod in return, Mordred taking their terseness as a sign that they were just as anxious as he was. Perhaps not for the same reasons, but still. In a perfect world it would have been Agravaine who he had been waiting on, but he knew his brother was busy dealing with other things.

"Should we see to the dog first and then check the basement, or split up?" If the answer he received back was to split up then he knew he'd be heading towards the basement.

rexquefuturus October 5 2011, 17:37:58 UTC

Arthur tilted his head to the side. "The dog is barking so we must assume that it is very much alive. I hear nothing from the basement."

Arthur's inclination was to go to the basement. His posture was rather nonchalant, as though he expected no harm to come to him. It was an illusion, of course; King Arthur was always wary, perhaps all the more when in the company of two known traitors. The first priority was the Horseman. Galahad's cousin. Every other permutation would be weighed and measured but such things couldn't be assessed until they knew if the Horseman was alive or not.

"Lead on, Sir Mordred," he said, expecting that Lancelot would continue to bring up the rear. At least with Lancelot, Arthur knew him well enough to predict his movements and tailor his own actions accordingly.

1/3 eatasam October 6 2011, 03:50:23 UTC

It was a good thing Arthur - who was insufferably patient -- answered before Lancelot. Who gave a fuck about the dog? He wasn't about to volunteer himself to check in on the kibble supply. Eyes rolling, he grunted, "Yeah, let's get a move on."

Of course they wanted him in the front, not that Mordred could argue the logic in that. Not only did he actually know the place someone better than both of them, but having Mordred behind Lancelot might make the former golden boy too tempting a target for an accidental discharge from the handgun Mordred was carrying. Arthur certainly didn't have anything to worry about as far as Mordred was concerned; he'd already killed his father once, that was enough for him. "Right, then down to the basement we go ( ... )

2/3~ eatasam October 6 2011, 03:51:20 UTC

"Fuck,” Lancelot muttered at the sight of the boy. Had some angel really done this? Worth wondering about, but he didn't stand there and idle watching Arthur and Mordred untie the horseman. Instead, he poked around the basement, making certain no one was waiting to spring on them. After a thorough sweep, Lancelot safely concluded the basement was empty ( ... )

3/3 eatasam October 6 2011, 03:55:56 UTC

Aware of Famine's tolerance for pain, Mordred still made sure to be careful about where he was holding the Horseman, not wanting to unduly aggravate his injuries. The more he studied the burns the angrier he was growing, though his face barely betrayed his emotions aside from the twitching of a muscle in his jaw. Resting the younger mans' back against his shoulder, he undid the blindfold, allowing his fingers to linger slightly against Famine's heat-reddened cheek.

Catching Arthur's eye for just a moment as a slow, almost predatory smile curled his lips, he dipped his head down to speak quietly to his friend. The fact that his father would overhear didn't stop the words he said from coming forth. "I promise you, the person who did this will pay. I will find him, and make sure he understands that this is not acceptable. Angel or not, even if I have to sell my soul to your sister, this will not be tolerated ( ... )