Spectral Waltz
Scatterbrained Writer
- Location
- Walking the Endless Corridors
Also again, frozen. As long as Merlin can keep up the spell on our arm, it's not going to be spreading anywhere, inside or out.
Scars of Camelot (Fate/Magic the Gathering)
- Thread starter BlackHadou
- Start date
- Crossover
Also again, frozen. As long as Merlin can keep up the spell on our arm, it's not going to be spreading anywhere, inside or out.
Nottheunmaker
Altman be praised
- Location
- USG Ishimura
That'd be more 'cut out' at this point. And assuming Mordred got infected from forcibly making herself that dog thing's last entrée, it's safe to assume her whole body's afflicted. The arm is just the first part to show symptoms.Can't we just cut off the grey bits?
- Location
- scrabbling
The Grail heals anything...but maybe only in the context of Gaia.
Wouldn't be Fate if you didn't need to chase the Grail, though.
Wouldn't be Fate if you didn't need to chase the Grail, though.
- Location
- India
[X] I rode with the King. "Highness, is there a reason Merlin calls you Arturia?"
Or we could embark on an EPIC QUEST to find a cure. Moe-tan's a knight, that kinda what she does.
Hydranax12
Prince of Space
- Location
- United States
[X] I rode with Tristain. "Why do you and the king disagree so?"
BlackHadou
Bunny-Sensei
Sorry this is taking so long. Its been a hell of a week.
I'm looking to update this tomorrow at the latest. I have a quest to update on SB that I've neglected too long to do first.
I'm looking to update this tomorrow at the latest. I have a quest to update on SB that I've neglected too long to do first.
BlackHadou
Bunny-Sensei
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Expelled Knight Flirt
BlackHadou
Bunny-Sensei
I rode with Gareth. Neither of us made any concerted effort to ride together, rather it sort of just happened, my sister and I riding in a rather comfortable silence. The only sound for the longest time was the clanking of armour as we went. The procession of soldiers was almost a sight to behold.
My new sword was comfortable at my side. It was almost an effort to remember that it was merely on loan to me. Secace, the sequencer. The sword of the king was a legacy to live up to.
Yet my sister did not make small talk. Such a thing was almost unusual for her. Normally I did not talk during travel, for really, there was rarely a need to. However, she was usually happy to talk a man's ear off, if you gave her half a reason to.
She was not shy, after all.
"Is there a problem?" I finally spoke up. This silence was getting uncomfortable. "I didn't think being away from the kitchens was so traumatising."
"Shush, Mordred." She sniffed right on back, her lips twisting into a small smile. "Though some time with the dishes would do your hands some good."
"Not all of us can have hands that look like bleach."
"No, and not all of us can have hands that look like they came out of a mill." What could I say? Gareth can certainly return fire. "Safe to say mother hasn't had a word, then?"
"No." My voice was flat. She was the last person I wanted to deal with. "Is there a problem?"
"Not yet. Gaheris kept his word."
"… I will kill Lamorak." It was easy to guess what had happened. "At least tell me ale was involved?"
"Lancelot's idea of a home remedy. So in a word? Yes."
"I'll kill him too." Of course Lancelot would have a twisted idea of what a remedy was. I can't even remember the last time he got injured that didn't involve another knight. "How many know?"
"Outside of us? Lancelot and Percival." She paused briefly. "Maybe the wizard, he seemed unusually smug."
"The jester knows." I retorted. "He said as much."
"You talked?"
"Briefly. I think he knew a long time ago though." I mused softly. In some ways, it was all coming apart. In others, though, it didn't really bother me so much. Much of my annoyance stemmed from the fact that I had no involvement in this mess whatsoever. "Safe to say half the Round Table will know by the time they come back, then."
"Probably. Lancelot might succeed in keeping his mouth shut..." Gareth did not sound confident in that. "But the second Percival and the drinks start flowing..."
"Brilliant." Maybe they'd pass it off as him simply being a drunkard. That was a long shot, though. "Mother doesn't know yet, then?"
"Not that I could tell. It's only a matter of time, though." Gareth didn't seem to pity me much. "Probably will shriek about how she didn't raise a damsel or something."
"Oi, by all accounts I was awesome, and it's not like Gawain lies." I huffed. Gareth just smiled.
"No, he doesn't." She muttered. "Pity he had to stay behind."
"We all knew he would." I shuffled a bit in my armour. Suddenly it felt more uncomfortable then usual. "Someone has to cover for His Highness, after all."
"Someone. Yeah." Gareth did not sound convinced, but she didn't press the matter either. I hummed, glancing over my shoulder at her.
"So where's that thing you call a sword?"
"Mmm? Oh, its in the caravan. I couldn't ask a horse to try and carry that." She just smiled, patting her steeds side. Really, my sister had a strange idea what, exactly, constituted a sword. "I see you got a loan. Anything interesting about it?"
"Apparently it was His Highness's training sword." I answered. "The jester mentioned that it only hurt people in mortal battles."
"There will be plenty of those." Gareth muttered, before her eyes lit up. "Oh, right, Gawain's not here."
"Yes, we established that." I rolled my eyes. "And?"
"Mordred. Gawain isn't here. We don't have to pretend to like potatoes."
Suddenly, I understood where my sister was going with this. Well, dinnertime just got a lot more bearable.
When it came to food, my brother had what was, at best, called despicable tastes. Ale and potatoes and vinegar was pretty much all that was needed to satisfy him; if mother hadn't impressed upon him that he needed to eat meat, I suspect he wouldn't at all. Gaheris was not dissimilar, though his absurd taste was vegetables. Gareth, too, was overly fond of fish.
Sometimes I wonder if Agravaine and I were the only normal people in this family.
Building the camp of a night time was what could only be called aggravating. It highlighted the problem of having a king with us, his demands for certain luxuries causing us to lose daylight. His Highness put up with King Mark's requests, but it was still annoying.
A hot meal, boiled water, such things were not what we usually bothered with. If Gawain was around I usually didn't even bother cooking; I hate potatoes and saying I don't want to cook means he has to deal with it. It's not like he can cook.
Maybe that is the one thing I have on my siblings; I can at least make a meal. You would think Gareth could, being a former kitchen boy, but she never actually learned how to cook, or at least, cook something edible.
Which led to no small amount of surprise when I finally settled to the campfire and discovered a certain former knight already preparing some vegetables with a dagger, humming a merry tune.
"You can cook?"
"I can boil water." Tristain corrected gently. "Your sister says you can cook."
"I can not burn things." I corrected right on back. "I notice a lack of potatoes."
"I figured you had seen enough of those. Gawain's poor tastes notwithstanding, they are actually annoying to prepare." Tristain retorted sarcastically. "There's some meat in my packs, if you would."
I stared at him for a long moment, before joining him by the fire.
"I suppose this used to be your job?"
"Job? Is that what they call it now? No, I do it because Gawain can't, and Arthur is a bit of a klutz." He paused for just a moment, as if the memories were washing over him, before he apparently realised what he said. "Don't tell His Highness I said that."
"A klutz, huh?"
"Yes. I suspect Merlin cheated on a number of things. How to cook being one of them." Tristain muttered, dropping the vegetables in the pot. "A stew tonight? Or do you have more talent."
"A stew, unless I get to sleep in." I retorted.
"No can do. We already have to put up with Mark."
"Then you get stew and will like it."
It's not like I was good at cooking. The simple fact was that I was the least bad of a bad batch. Tristian simply chuckled at that.
"You hail from Lothian, from memory. Look forward to home?"
"It's not home." It was nice to have a second set of hands. "It's just an obligation. I'm no better then Gawain; I'd sooner forget it existed if I could."
"I see." He paused only a moment. "You always wear the helmet."
"You are the last one to judge, lover boy." I shot back. "I've heard your exploits."
"You wound me, dear knight, but that is true." Tristain smiled. "I suppose I don't have room to talk, m'la-"
"Finish that sentence and I'll gut you like a fish."
My voice was biting. How dare he try to treat me like some girl. He blinked once, then twice, before seemingly getting the picture.
"Well, I suppose I earned that one too, dear sir." He answered. I just huffed. He was an insufferable flirt, quite clearly. Shaking my head, I just put him out of my mind and attended to the food.
Of course, I ignored his cry of 'hey' when I served him half the portion I served everyone else.
The trip towards the lowlands was slow. Of course, on some level I knew that they would be. Lothian was not quite the middle of nowhere, but if not for the current circumstances, I would not be in a rush to call it important either. The countryside bore no signs of scaring or war. It was like we were just on a routine trip.
"Disconcerting you, Mordred?" I felt my lips twist just a little at Merlin's voice. "You have no desire for a homecoming, nor does Gareth. Do you dislike home so much?"
"You are the last person I want to talk about home to." I groaned. "Do you even have a home?"
"A home? Not since Uther's time have I considered a place a home. The concept sort of lost meaning to me over time." Merlin's answer was surprisingly candid. "Most call home where their heart resides, but my heart does not reside in any particular place."
"That's a simple way to see it."
"Is it any different to the way you see it?" His voice chilled my skin. He wasn't exactly wrong. My home was not really where I resided most of the time at all.
"Shush."
"I struck a nerve. My apologies, it was too blunt." Merlin answered softly. "No matter. Your arm is well?"
"Yes."
"Then I have said all I need to." He shrugged. "Riding a horse is always so uncomfortable. So many bumps and my legs bruise so easily."
"For someone whose been doing this forty years you sure complain." I retorted. Merlin just laughed.
"Closer to sixty, actually." He answered with merriment. "You aren't uncomfortable?"
"Armour is good for something." I grumbled. "Surely your prattle is better suited for His Highness?"
"Arthur is the one who sent me away. Something about me prattling too much." He grinned back.
"So I'm your next victim."
"Something like that." He hummed. "I was curious, but I suppose it will have to wait."
"Curious about what?"
"You, of course." His eyes gleamed just a little. "Secrets are only juicy if you know them before they get out after all."
"… I will kill Lancelot and Percival."
"They haven't said anything yet." Merlin simply raised a hand. "But it's only a matter of time. If I were you, I would work out the answer to the most awkward of questions."
"Excuse me?"
"His Highness will wish for an explanation. There is not much I can do to protect you if the answer doesn't please him."
"You are just going to make everything worse."
"Probably, but I do wish to spare you some heartache." He paused briefly. "Perhaps you are longer for this world then I fear and every worry I have is for nought, but do try to leave nothing unsaid. Your father deserves nothing less."
"Oh shut up." That tired old lie was already old. If I was His Highness's son, someone would have told me already. With a soft grumble, I simply spurred my horse forward.
[ ] "Oi, Tristain, keep me company."
[ ] Settle beside Bedivere. He didn't stir up trouble.
[ ] Stop just behind the king and eavesdrop. At least I look like I should be there.
My new sword was comfortable at my side. It was almost an effort to remember that it was merely on loan to me. Secace, the sequencer. The sword of the king was a legacy to live up to.
Yet my sister did not make small talk. Such a thing was almost unusual for her. Normally I did not talk during travel, for really, there was rarely a need to. However, she was usually happy to talk a man's ear off, if you gave her half a reason to.
She was not shy, after all.
"Is there a problem?" I finally spoke up. This silence was getting uncomfortable. "I didn't think being away from the kitchens was so traumatising."
"Shush, Mordred." She sniffed right on back, her lips twisting into a small smile. "Though some time with the dishes would do your hands some good."
"Not all of us can have hands that look like bleach."
"No, and not all of us can have hands that look like they came out of a mill." What could I say? Gareth can certainly return fire. "Safe to say mother hasn't had a word, then?"
"No." My voice was flat. She was the last person I wanted to deal with. "Is there a problem?"
"Not yet. Gaheris kept his word."
"… I will kill Lamorak." It was easy to guess what had happened. "At least tell me ale was involved?"
"Lancelot's idea of a home remedy. So in a word? Yes."
"I'll kill him too." Of course Lancelot would have a twisted idea of what a remedy was. I can't even remember the last time he got injured that didn't involve another knight. "How many know?"
"Outside of us? Lancelot and Percival." She paused briefly. "Maybe the wizard, he seemed unusually smug."
"The jester knows." I retorted. "He said as much."
"You talked?"
"Briefly. I think he knew a long time ago though." I mused softly. In some ways, it was all coming apart. In others, though, it didn't really bother me so much. Much of my annoyance stemmed from the fact that I had no involvement in this mess whatsoever. "Safe to say half the Round Table will know by the time they come back, then."
"Probably. Lancelot might succeed in keeping his mouth shut..." Gareth did not sound confident in that. "But the second Percival and the drinks start flowing..."
"Brilliant." Maybe they'd pass it off as him simply being a drunkard. That was a long shot, though. "Mother doesn't know yet, then?"
"Not that I could tell. It's only a matter of time, though." Gareth didn't seem to pity me much. "Probably will shriek about how she didn't raise a damsel or something."
"Oi, by all accounts I was awesome, and it's not like Gawain lies." I huffed. Gareth just smiled.
"No, he doesn't." She muttered. "Pity he had to stay behind."
"We all knew he would." I shuffled a bit in my armour. Suddenly it felt more uncomfortable then usual. "Someone has to cover for His Highness, after all."
"Someone. Yeah." Gareth did not sound convinced, but she didn't press the matter either. I hummed, glancing over my shoulder at her.
"So where's that thing you call a sword?"
"Mmm? Oh, its in the caravan. I couldn't ask a horse to try and carry that." She just smiled, patting her steeds side. Really, my sister had a strange idea what, exactly, constituted a sword. "I see you got a loan. Anything interesting about it?"
"Apparently it was His Highness's training sword." I answered. "The jester mentioned that it only hurt people in mortal battles."
"There will be plenty of those." Gareth muttered, before her eyes lit up. "Oh, right, Gawain's not here."
"Yes, we established that." I rolled my eyes. "And?"
"Mordred. Gawain isn't here. We don't have to pretend to like potatoes."
Suddenly, I understood where my sister was going with this. Well, dinnertime just got a lot more bearable.
When it came to food, my brother had what was, at best, called despicable tastes. Ale and potatoes and vinegar was pretty much all that was needed to satisfy him; if mother hadn't impressed upon him that he needed to eat meat, I suspect he wouldn't at all. Gaheris was not dissimilar, though his absurd taste was vegetables. Gareth, too, was overly fond of fish.
Sometimes I wonder if Agravaine and I were the only normal people in this family.
Building the camp of a night time was what could only be called aggravating. It highlighted the problem of having a king with us, his demands for certain luxuries causing us to lose daylight. His Highness put up with King Mark's requests, but it was still annoying.
A hot meal, boiled water, such things were not what we usually bothered with. If Gawain was around I usually didn't even bother cooking; I hate potatoes and saying I don't want to cook means he has to deal with it. It's not like he can cook.
Maybe that is the one thing I have on my siblings; I can at least make a meal. You would think Gareth could, being a former kitchen boy, but she never actually learned how to cook, or at least, cook something edible.
Which led to no small amount of surprise when I finally settled to the campfire and discovered a certain former knight already preparing some vegetables with a dagger, humming a merry tune.
"You can cook?"
"I can boil water." Tristain corrected gently. "Your sister says you can cook."
"I can not burn things." I corrected right on back. "I notice a lack of potatoes."
"I figured you had seen enough of those. Gawain's poor tastes notwithstanding, they are actually annoying to prepare." Tristain retorted sarcastically. "There's some meat in my packs, if you would."
I stared at him for a long moment, before joining him by the fire.
"I suppose this used to be your job?"
"Job? Is that what they call it now? No, I do it because Gawain can't, and Arthur is a bit of a klutz." He paused for just a moment, as if the memories were washing over him, before he apparently realised what he said. "Don't tell His Highness I said that."
"A klutz, huh?"
"Yes. I suspect Merlin cheated on a number of things. How to cook being one of them." Tristain muttered, dropping the vegetables in the pot. "A stew tonight? Or do you have more talent."
"A stew, unless I get to sleep in." I retorted.
"No can do. We already have to put up with Mark."
"Then you get stew and will like it."
It's not like I was good at cooking. The simple fact was that I was the least bad of a bad batch. Tristian simply chuckled at that.
"You hail from Lothian, from memory. Look forward to home?"
"It's not home." It was nice to have a second set of hands. "It's just an obligation. I'm no better then Gawain; I'd sooner forget it existed if I could."
"I see." He paused only a moment. "You always wear the helmet."
"You are the last one to judge, lover boy." I shot back. "I've heard your exploits."
"You wound me, dear knight, but that is true." Tristain smiled. "I suppose I don't have room to talk, m'la-"
"Finish that sentence and I'll gut you like a fish."
My voice was biting. How dare he try to treat me like some girl. He blinked once, then twice, before seemingly getting the picture.
"Well, I suppose I earned that one too, dear sir." He answered. I just huffed. He was an insufferable flirt, quite clearly. Shaking my head, I just put him out of my mind and attended to the food.
Of course, I ignored his cry of 'hey' when I served him half the portion I served everyone else.
The trip towards the lowlands was slow. Of course, on some level I knew that they would be. Lothian was not quite the middle of nowhere, but if not for the current circumstances, I would not be in a rush to call it important either. The countryside bore no signs of scaring or war. It was like we were just on a routine trip.
"Disconcerting you, Mordred?" I felt my lips twist just a little at Merlin's voice. "You have no desire for a homecoming, nor does Gareth. Do you dislike home so much?"
"You are the last person I want to talk about home to." I groaned. "Do you even have a home?"
"A home? Not since Uther's time have I considered a place a home. The concept sort of lost meaning to me over time." Merlin's answer was surprisingly candid. "Most call home where their heart resides, but my heart does not reside in any particular place."
"That's a simple way to see it."
"Is it any different to the way you see it?" His voice chilled my skin. He wasn't exactly wrong. My home was not really where I resided most of the time at all.
"Shush."
"I struck a nerve. My apologies, it was too blunt." Merlin answered softly. "No matter. Your arm is well?"
"Yes."
"Then I have said all I need to." He shrugged. "Riding a horse is always so uncomfortable. So many bumps and my legs bruise so easily."
"For someone whose been doing this forty years you sure complain." I retorted. Merlin just laughed.
"Closer to sixty, actually." He answered with merriment. "You aren't uncomfortable?"
"Armour is good for something." I grumbled. "Surely your prattle is better suited for His Highness?"
"Arthur is the one who sent me away. Something about me prattling too much." He grinned back.
"So I'm your next victim."
"Something like that." He hummed. "I was curious, but I suppose it will have to wait."
"Curious about what?"
"You, of course." His eyes gleamed just a little. "Secrets are only juicy if you know them before they get out after all."
"… I will kill Lancelot and Percival."
"They haven't said anything yet." Merlin simply raised a hand. "But it's only a matter of time. If I were you, I would work out the answer to the most awkward of questions."
"Excuse me?"
"His Highness will wish for an explanation. There is not much I can do to protect you if the answer doesn't please him."
"You are just going to make everything worse."
"Probably, but I do wish to spare you some heartache." He paused briefly. "Perhaps you are longer for this world then I fear and every worry I have is for nought, but do try to leave nothing unsaid. Your father deserves nothing less."
"Oh shut up." That tired old lie was already old. If I was His Highness's son, someone would have told me already. With a soft grumble, I simply spurred my horse forward.
[ ] "Oi, Tristain, keep me company."
[ ] Settle beside Bedivere. He didn't stir up trouble.
[ ] Stop just behind the king and eavesdrop. At least I look like I should be there.
Nottheunmaker
Altman be praised
- Location
- USG Ishimura
[X] "Oi, Tristain, keep me company."
Incorrigible flirt he may be, but I like the cut of his jib.
Incorrigible flirt he may be, but I like the cut of his jib.
Spectral Waltz
Scatterbrained Writer
- Location
- Walking the Endless Corridors
[x] Stop just behind the king and eavesdrop. At least I look like I should be there.
[X] Stop just behind the king and eavesdrop. At least I look like I should be there.
Hyacinthium
Writing about sad cannibals as we speak.
- Location
- Bedroom
- Pronouns
- He/Him
[X] Settle beside Bedivere. He didn't stir uptrouble.
- Location
- Gainesville VA
[X] Settle beside Bedivere. He didn't stir up trouble.
BlackHadou
Bunny-Sensei
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