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May 04, 2011 12:01

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'... )

mordred, euterpe, gawain

Comments 18

decayingly May 4 2011, 18:04:15 UTC

It was pure wonder how Gawain had managed the whole track from his job to hospital without smashing himself against something. Generally calm, that had gone out the window the second he had seen Mordred’s message online. And despite whatever had happened between him and his brother, Hell would have a very cold day before he ignored the situation and remained on his cozy life. The only time he had lost from then was to text a quick message to his blood sister, where he was, nothing else. This was family matter but that not part of the family ( ... )

museicalme May 4 2011, 18:46:50 UTC

The phone call from Mordred had come as a surprise to Euterpe, jolting her out of a sound sleep. Picking up her phone, she squinted at it as she sat up trying not to disturb Ares. Having deleted Agravaine's phone number she still recognized it, though she was confused as to why he was calling her at... 5am? WTF? Sliding her legs out from under the covers, she practically hissed at who she thought was calling, anger quickly ceding way to shock as Mordred explained himself. Hanging up, she felt consumed with guilt as she searched for her clothing and gave Ares a quick explanation for why she was leaving instead of going back to bed. He made a comment that baffled her, but Euterpe didn't think to question him about it ( ... )

modraed May 4 2011, 19:16:12 UTC

When Gawain arrived Mordred stood, his face impassive as her nodded slightly. "Quite alright, nothing's changed. I'm not even sure he knows we're here." As he spoke with an uncharacteristic gentleness in his voice, he let go of the hand he'd been holding. It wasn't that he didn't want Gawain to see him indulging in such a gesture, more like he'd forgotten that he'd even gripped the hand. Stretching to his full height, he took a few steps away from the bed as he began speaking again.

"I'm glad you came, you can help me with our other guest once she arrives." He ran a hand through his hair, continuing. "I assume his little blonde friend might have an idea of who did this since she's the only person I can think of with any grudge against him." Before Gawain could mention the possibility of Lancelot's involvement Mordred spoke again. "I did consider Lancelot, but this is too brutal for him ( ... )

decayingly May 4 2011, 20:00:24 UTC

It didn’t matter if Agravaine was asleep or not, not when it came to his presence there. And Mordred’s, he would wager. They would remain until they were certain their brother was on a proper road to recovery. “He knows,” he said almost too simply, placing his hand on the other’s shoulder for a moment. It was a gesture of comfort, the ones that came much more easily than words. “If we woke and didn’t see you here, he would wonder if you were occupying a bed nearby. Believe me, he knows ( ... )

museicalme May 4 2011, 20:44:37 UTC

They were both pissed at her, and for the briefest of moments Euterpe couldn't blame them. Not when the last thing she'd told Agravaine was that she hoped someone kicked his ass so she could cheer them on. Still, she never wanted this to happen. If she had to admit it, her drunken confession made all those weeks ago was rooted in truth - she loved him. Even more than she'd thought she once loved her first boyfriend and the taker of her virginity ( ... )

modraed May 4 2011, 22:56:37 UTC

The words of comfort from Gawain made Mordred feel slightly better, though his relief didn't last for long. Every time he looked down at the brother who was supposed to be standing tall next to him joining him in making cutting remarks and generally disdaining everyone else around them a new surge of rage filled him, making him feel powerless in the face of the unknown enemy. When Euterpe walked in and acted as though they should welcome her presence he could easily understand why Vaine would feel no remorse in hitting her.

There was just something about the muse that bothered him, though unlike Gawain he wouldn't voice his disbelief of her emotional state so openly. Instead, he listened and forced himself not to grab her by the throat and choke the truth from her. He knew that just wouldn't do, and much as her words rang hollow he had a feeling there was a measure of truth to them. Focusing on a few of the phrases she used, he narrowed in upon them with pinpoint accuracy ( ... )

decayingly May 5 2011, 12:51:01 UTC

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 ( ... )

museicalme May 5 2011, 15:14:16 UTC

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 ( ... )

modraed May 5 2011, 15:33:09 UTC

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 ( ... )

decayingly May 5 2011, 20:14:44 UTC

An unknown man. Someone by the name of Asclepius. An Arron. Gawain committed each and every name to memory for posterior inquiry leaving Mordred to direct the girl’s questioning. Because it was a questioning and he’d act as coldly and bluntly as necessary to make her help out, even if against her will. Women were to be protected when no blame laid on their feet and, at the moment, he could feel no true compulsion to protect her from Mordred’s biting remarks ( ... )

museicalme May 5 2011, 21:37:23 UTC

Closing her eyes for a moment, Euterpe clenched her fists and counted backwards from ten. Yes, they were pissed at her, and yes, they had every right to be. However, insulting her feelings for Agravaine was a little more than she could take. She never should have said anything, that much was true, however the fact that she was sick and paranoid after getting knocked out loosened her tongue a bit. Not that she expected either of them to understand ( ... )

modraed May 5 2011, 22:11:39 UTC

Watching the little scene, quietly marveling at the way Gawain handled himself, Mordred waited until the girl left the room before letting out a soft laugh. Shaking his head, he paced near Agravaine's bed before saying anything, letting his laughter subside fully. "Well, I suppose she told us. Or you. Whatever." He stopped near the foot of the bed, considering something ( ... )