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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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[eatasam]

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.”

He led the way down, keeping his eyes and ears open for any signs of which Horseman could be down here. The rising temperature convinced him they were in the right place.

The slim Horseman was located over by a pipe toward the furthest wall of the basement, wrists drawn out of sight behind his back and upper body mostly slumped. A dark blindfold covered his eyes, a gag passed through his lips, and it might've looked like he was unconscious if not for the slight shudder that passed across his shoulders.

Pain radiated up his spine, a searing hot sensation that faded in and out before returning in a full blast of agony. The pipe he was tied up to was in fact a hot water pipe, explaining the heat, leaving Famine's fortunately clothed back exposed to it, and both of his forearms and wrist stuck to the metal.

But his wrist was what throbbed with the most pain. Attempting to move away from the pipe (which was hardly well built; Pestilence couldn't afford a fancy location as a full-time student, and so the pipe dripped some) had resulted in several bones dislodging themselves in the boy's healing wrist, and when he'd heard that telltale crunch, he'd given up on moving and succumbed to the burn.

If he noticed that anyone had come into the basement, he showed no visible sign.

Although Mordred was at the forefront, Arthur was never one to fail to lead from the front. It took only a few long strides to reach the bound Horseman and, glancing at Mordred, he crouched down to untie the bonds at Famine's feet. Though Arthur didn't yet have the same understanding with his son that he had with Lancelot, they would work swiftly in tandem.

"Going to have to get you to the hospital,” murmured Arthur, wincing when he caught sight of the Horseman's burnt arms and he could only wonder that an alleged angel had done this to any living creature.