enter the second--

[rebel_son]

--at sunset.  It’s another medieval one, a dark haired boy. He stands very still, his sword held steadily out in front of him in his left hand and his right hand cupped against his side, where a little bit of blood has started to soak into the fabric between his fingers.

He seems like he’s drawn taut, ready at any instant to spring into frantic

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[ebonyjaenelle72]

This is a concerned Jaenelle who comes out almost immediately and makes a beeline for him. "You're wounded. Let me heal you."

Jaenelle doesn't beat around the bush.

[rebel_son]

The sword is leveled at her before he notices she's a woman-- even then, he cannot bring himself to lower it all the way.

"Who are you?" he demands.

[ebonyjaenelle72]

She ignores it almost entirely, though she does pause. "Jaenelle Angelline," promptly. "I'm a Healer. Please."

[rebel_son]

He steps back. "No."

[lesser_son]

His brother doesn't even stop to notice the wound. He just tackles, and clings, half-sobbing with joy. "Melehan!"

[rebel_son]

He lowers the sword not a moment too soon. "What--"

[lesser_son]

"God, you're here! Oh, God!"

[rebel_son]

"Where would I be?"

[emocaliban]

Caliban is wandering down to the lake when he notices the sword and blinks, startled.

"Jesus, watch where you're pointing that thing," he says, a bit nervously.

[rebel_son]

He narrows his eyes, but slowly lowers the sword.

[emocaliban]

Caliban looks marginally relieved. "You a knight too, or something? I guess there's plenty of them here."

[rebel_son]

He nods warily. "Are there?"

[illgotten]

Well, this is eerily familiar. Halfway down the steps, Mordred freezes.

[rebel_son]

"My lord!" He rushes towards him, almost as if to greet him with normal family affection, until he knees down before him at the last moment.

[illgotten]

"Christ," leaning to catch him before he hits the ground. "I thought at least I'd broken you of that."

[rebel_son]

He straightens. "No, my lord," a little confused.

[blind_judgment]

And once again, that face looks awfully familiar. Justitia keeps his distance, eyeing the newcomer. "...You might want to get that looked at."

[rebel_son]

"Yes," shortly. "Who are you?"

[blind_judgment]

"My name is Justitia," shortly.