Dark Prince of Camelot
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The Grey Mage
Certified Team Flare Hater
- Location
- Parallel Universe 43-j
[X] Sit by yourself
Edit: Was gonna tie it, but Greek beat me to it.
Edit: Was gonna tie it, but Greek beat me to it.
Ψυχή
Beyond my wingbeats lie the fate of all worlds...
- Location
- Void between SB and SV
Being a ninja isn't something many can be proud of in an Arthurian setting CX[X] Sit by yourself
Edit: Was gonna tie it, but Greek beat me to it.
*check marks Bradamante pointlessly*
VoiceoftheAbyss
May or may not stare back.
- Location
- The Depths of the Eternal Abyss
[X] Sit with Gemma
Alternate Ship ahoy!
Alternate Ship ahoy!
The Grey Mage
Certified Team Flare Hater
- Location
- Parallel Universe 43-j
Damnit! We're totally going to come off as either a creep or a playboy, possibly both.
I just want to sit with Talia, man.
I just want to sit with Talia, man.
The Grey Mage
Certified Team Flare Hater
- Location
- Parallel Universe 43-j
But she's alone, and we're the living breathing guy one of her gods was based off of, we'd get along fine.
Besides, I think we hit it off as well with her as we did with Gemma.
- Location
- ?
I, ah, gon have to respectfully disagree there ^^
chocolote12
A Penguin Flailing Against The Keyboard Of Life.
Hey, uh...
Did anybody else notice that the Ladies of the Lake are counted amongst the Forces of Darkness?
Did anybody else notice that the Ladies of the Lake are counted amongst the Forces of Darkness?
- Location
- Nowhere
Well, they do have a habit of changing the legal process of countries deciding on leaders. They want their chosen to be in charge. If we want to meet them, I think I have a pretty good idea of how we can find them.
Or whatever year it is in this setting.
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Chicken Fingers, the lunch of Champions
Gally
Got the whole word talking King Kiba
Honestly, you long for a bit of peace and quiet, time to yourself where you can reflect on what's happened so far today. But Gemma…pulls at you. Maybe it's because of who she is, maybe it's because of who she was, but either way you want to spend more time with her.
It's been years since you felt anything like that. Maybe the Fall has changed you more than you realized. Or maybe it started before that, during the Civil War. You're not entirely sure whether that's a good thing or a bad thing.
"Have room for one more?" You ask, standing over the table Gemma, Ginny, Gavin and Piper are sitting at. It's a rhetorical question, of course – you can see clearly that the table has plenty of seats. But you don't want to force your presence on them.
"Please," Gavin says, gesturing to the seat next to him, directly across the table from Gemma. "You're a sight for sore eyes. I need a buffer from all this estrogen."
"You're a pig," Ginny says, but despite her scowl her tone lacks bite.
"Is that a crack about my hair?" Gavin says, recoiling in mock offense. "You know I'm sensitive about it."
Ginny snorts in response. You pick up a chicken finger and nibble on it cautiously.
It's hot and breaded and tender and wonderful. Holy shit, the future is awesome.
"They're good, right?" Gemma asks, watching you eat. "They're Roosevelt's best meal. It's actually too bad you're starting with them…everything else they make is kind of bland in comparison."
You notice that Gemma's eating some kind of sandwich filled with yellow and white goop (egg salad, Annabelle's memories provide) and hold one of your chicken fingers out towards her. You're loath to part with such a delicacy, but it is a cruel, uncaring world that denies its people chicken fingers.
"Oh, thanks, but none for me," Gemma says, waving the chicken finger away. She ducks her head a bit so her hair obscures her face, a move you'd seen Gala pull countless times. "I'm a vegetarian."
You arch an eyebrow. "But you know what they taste like?"
"It's a recent thing," she says. "Ever since I…uh, ever since last year."
You shrug. More chicken for you, but you can't really imagine any circumstances that would prompt Gala to become a vegetarian. It's strange – the more time you spend with Gemma, the more confused you become about how much of Gala remains in her. For every similarity there's a difference, all coalescing to creating something almost, but not quite, the girl you knew back in Camelot. Admittedly, it's not as unnerving as it once was. You're munching on your food when you notice Ginny looking at you from across the table. Her banter with Gavin has died down and now her full attention is on you, sharp and a little suspicious.
"So, Morgan," she says. "We haven't met yet."
You shake your head, a little confused. Gawain had always liked you – the two of you had been family, after all – and you're unused to receiving…this, whatever it is.
Is she angry with you? Does she know? For a moment your veins run cold, but you quickly dismiss that possibility. She wouldn't be sitting here calmly if she knew who you were. Gawain had never been one to put on false pretenses. If she wanted a fight, she'd be fighting.
Does she suspect? She has no reason to. Neither Gemma nor Gavin nor Piper has given any indication that they can see through your spell, and Ginny should be no different. No, whatever her problem is (if she actually has one), it's with Morgan, not Mordred.
"Heard you made a scene in fencing club," she says, leaning in a bit closer. "Conner's supposed to be the best in the school."
"He was really good," you say, leaning back a little despite yourself. "And tired. I think if we had a rematch it would be closer."
"Mhm. Well you've definitely made an impression. All I've heard all day is how nice you are." The tension in the air between you is actually palpable now, and all you can do is wonder what you're doing wrong.
You glance around the table – Gemma, Piper and Gavin look just as unnerved as you feel. "Yeah…" Gavin says, running a hand through his hair. "Morgan, this is our friend Ginny. She's on the soccer club."
"I don't play much anymore though," Ginny says. "Too busy nowadays."
"She's probably hoping you'll try out for the team," Gavin adds. "She was the best player, they're kind of going downhill without her."
Ginny shakes her head vehemently. "Not true! We're just one or two more practices away from a real breakthrough."
"You've been saying that for months, Gin," Piper says.
"Well, we are." There are a few awkward moments of silence as she dives into her meal, a sandwich piled high with different kinds of meat.
"So, anyway," Gavin says, doing his best to drag the conversation back into place, "before you got here, Morgan, we were talking about having a party this weekend."
You eye Ginny, who doesn't look happy with the plan (or maybe just the fact that you're being let in on it). You quickly look away.
"My parents are away for a while, so it's at my place," Piper says. "You're invited, of course, if you're free."
"And Terri's invited too," Gavin says. "Plus anyone she wants to bring. The more the merrier."
A party sounds…nice, actually. God knows you enjoyed the parties at Camelot, and since food has improved so much in the thousand thousand years since then, you can't help but wonder if the same holds true for booze. "Are you all going?" You ask, mentally patting yourself on the back for not singling out Gemma.
Gavin grins. "Of course. Plus the three of us you haven't met yet. I'll probably have to pick up an extra keg just for Bailey." He frowns. "Shit, that reminds me. I'm going to have to go do that soon."
"Get Matthew to help," Gemma says. "Don't you two usually do that together?"
Gavin sighs. "Matthew's not too keen on getting one on one time with me, right now. We don't really talk outside of school and stuff."
Your ears perk up. Discord amongst the ranks? This is exactly what you enrolled in high school for.
Piper places her hand on top of Gavin's. "If you just-"
"I know, I know," Gavin says, pulling his hand away, though not unkindly. "Look, we shouldn't drag Morgan into the black hole of our drama." He turns back to you. "What I'm saying is, come to the party. And if you have time, I could use a wingman for the keg buying."
"I'll think about it," you promise. No point in committing to anything right now.
The rest of lunch passes in a flurry of small talk – you mostly let the others speak. Ginny doesn't seem all that interested in saying anything, but you notice her staring at you a few times. Your skin crawls every time.
When the bell rings to signal the end of lunch, Piper gathers up her things and smiles at you. "Well, have you decided what clubs to check out with the rest of the day?"
Choose three, not including Gaming.
[] Soccer
[] Rugby
[LOCKED] Gaming
[] Sci-fi/Fantasy
[] Chess
[] Home Economics
[] Arts and Crafts
[] Study Hall
[] Physics
[] Shop
[] Film
Annabelle's memories remind you that she and her friends are in Home Ec, Soccer, World Politics, Study Hall, Music, Shop, Gaming, and Fencing.
It's been years since you felt anything like that. Maybe the Fall has changed you more than you realized. Or maybe it started before that, during the Civil War. You're not entirely sure whether that's a good thing or a bad thing.
"Have room for one more?" You ask, standing over the table Gemma, Ginny, Gavin and Piper are sitting at. It's a rhetorical question, of course – you can see clearly that the table has plenty of seats. But you don't want to force your presence on them.
"Please," Gavin says, gesturing to the seat next to him, directly across the table from Gemma. "You're a sight for sore eyes. I need a buffer from all this estrogen."
"You're a pig," Ginny says, but despite her scowl her tone lacks bite.
"Is that a crack about my hair?" Gavin says, recoiling in mock offense. "You know I'm sensitive about it."
Ginny snorts in response. You pick up a chicken finger and nibble on it cautiously.
It's hot and breaded and tender and wonderful. Holy shit, the future is awesome.
"They're good, right?" Gemma asks, watching you eat. "They're Roosevelt's best meal. It's actually too bad you're starting with them…everything else they make is kind of bland in comparison."
You notice that Gemma's eating some kind of sandwich filled with yellow and white goop (egg salad, Annabelle's memories provide) and hold one of your chicken fingers out towards her. You're loath to part with such a delicacy, but it is a cruel, uncaring world that denies its people chicken fingers.
"Oh, thanks, but none for me," Gemma says, waving the chicken finger away. She ducks her head a bit so her hair obscures her face, a move you'd seen Gala pull countless times. "I'm a vegetarian."
You arch an eyebrow. "But you know what they taste like?"
"It's a recent thing," she says. "Ever since I…uh, ever since last year."
You shrug. More chicken for you, but you can't really imagine any circumstances that would prompt Gala to become a vegetarian. It's strange – the more time you spend with Gemma, the more confused you become about how much of Gala remains in her. For every similarity there's a difference, all coalescing to creating something almost, but not quite, the girl you knew back in Camelot. Admittedly, it's not as unnerving as it once was. You're munching on your food when you notice Ginny looking at you from across the table. Her banter with Gavin has died down and now her full attention is on you, sharp and a little suspicious.
"So, Morgan," she says. "We haven't met yet."
You shake your head, a little confused. Gawain had always liked you – the two of you had been family, after all – and you're unused to receiving…this, whatever it is.
Is she angry with you? Does she know? For a moment your veins run cold, but you quickly dismiss that possibility. She wouldn't be sitting here calmly if she knew who you were. Gawain had never been one to put on false pretenses. If she wanted a fight, she'd be fighting.
Does she suspect? She has no reason to. Neither Gemma nor Gavin nor Piper has given any indication that they can see through your spell, and Ginny should be no different. No, whatever her problem is (if she actually has one), it's with Morgan, not Mordred.
"Heard you made a scene in fencing club," she says, leaning in a bit closer. "Conner's supposed to be the best in the school."
"He was really good," you say, leaning back a little despite yourself. "And tired. I think if we had a rematch it would be closer."
"Mhm. Well you've definitely made an impression. All I've heard all day is how nice you are." The tension in the air between you is actually palpable now, and all you can do is wonder what you're doing wrong.
You glance around the table – Gemma, Piper and Gavin look just as unnerved as you feel. "Yeah…" Gavin says, running a hand through his hair. "Morgan, this is our friend Ginny. She's on the soccer club."
"I don't play much anymore though," Ginny says. "Too busy nowadays."
"She's probably hoping you'll try out for the team," Gavin adds. "She was the best player, they're kind of going downhill without her."
Ginny shakes her head vehemently. "Not true! We're just one or two more practices away from a real breakthrough."
"You've been saying that for months, Gin," Piper says.
"Well, we are." There are a few awkward moments of silence as she dives into her meal, a sandwich piled high with different kinds of meat.
"So, anyway," Gavin says, doing his best to drag the conversation back into place, "before you got here, Morgan, we were talking about having a party this weekend."
You eye Ginny, who doesn't look happy with the plan (or maybe just the fact that you're being let in on it). You quickly look away.
"My parents are away for a while, so it's at my place," Piper says. "You're invited, of course, if you're free."
"And Terri's invited too," Gavin says. "Plus anyone she wants to bring. The more the merrier."
A party sounds…nice, actually. God knows you enjoyed the parties at Camelot, and since food has improved so much in the thousand thousand years since then, you can't help but wonder if the same holds true for booze. "Are you all going?" You ask, mentally patting yourself on the back for not singling out Gemma.
Gavin grins. "Of course. Plus the three of us you haven't met yet. I'll probably have to pick up an extra keg just for Bailey." He frowns. "Shit, that reminds me. I'm going to have to go do that soon."
"Get Matthew to help," Gemma says. "Don't you two usually do that together?"
Gavin sighs. "Matthew's not too keen on getting one on one time with me, right now. We don't really talk outside of school and stuff."
Your ears perk up. Discord amongst the ranks? This is exactly what you enrolled in high school for.
Piper places her hand on top of Gavin's. "If you just-"
"I know, I know," Gavin says, pulling his hand away, though not unkindly. "Look, we shouldn't drag Morgan into the black hole of our drama." He turns back to you. "What I'm saying is, come to the party. And if you have time, I could use a wingman for the keg buying."
"I'll think about it," you promise. No point in committing to anything right now.
The rest of lunch passes in a flurry of small talk – you mostly let the others speak. Ginny doesn't seem all that interested in saying anything, but you notice her staring at you a few times. Your skin crawls every time.
When the bell rings to signal the end of lunch, Piper gathers up her things and smiles at you. "Well, have you decided what clubs to check out with the rest of the day?"
Choose three, not including Gaming.
[] Soccer
[] Rugby
[LOCKED] Gaming
[] Sci-fi/Fantasy
[] Chess
[] Home Economics
[] Arts and Crafts
[] Study Hall
[] Physics
[] Shop
[] Film
Annabelle's memories remind you that she and her friends are in Home Ec, Soccer, World Politics, Study Hall, Music, Shop, Gaming, and Fencing.
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- Location
- United States of America
[X] Study Hall
[X] Sci-fi/Fantasy
[X] Home Economics
[X] Sci-fi/Fantasy
[X] Home Economics
StellarMonarch
Myrmidon
- Location
- Québec
[X] Sci-fi/Fantasy
[X] Chess
[X] Soccer
Hmmm. Ginny knows something.
[X] Chess
[X] Soccer
Hmmm. Ginny knows something.
- Location
- Third planet from the star named Sol
- Pronouns
- He/They
Maybe she saw us talking with Talia?
JoshieWoshie
Mister Doge
[X] Shop
[X] Chess
[X] Soccer
[X] Home Economics
[X] Chess
[X] Home Economics
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- Location
- USA
Any objections to being the wingman for keg buying when it comes up? There probably won't be any harm in it.
As for club choices, I'll set up a semi-random pick. And I got:
[X] Soccer
[X] Rugby
[X] Shop
As for club choices, I'll set up a semi-random pick. And I got:
[X] Soccer
[X] Rugby
[X] Shop
- Location
- Somewhere over the Rainbow
[X] Sci-fi/Fantasy
[X] Home Economics
[X] Soccer
[X] Home Economics
[X] Soccer
- Location
- Nowhere
[X] Chess
[X] Physics
[X] Shop
Chess because there were only so many board games during Mordred's time.
Physics, in the off chance that it will help his magic somehow. Hey, magic is somewhere in the realm of reality in this world.
Shop, because I really like the idea of Mordred becoming obsessed with cars. They are truly marvels of science.
[X] Physics
[X] Shop
Chess because there were only so many board games during Mordred's time.
Physics, in the off chance that it will help his magic somehow. Hey, magic is somewhere in the realm of reality in this world.
Shop, because I really like the idea of Mordred becoming obsessed with cars. They are truly marvels of science.
