[ For the second time in as many months, Mordred watches the world break apart around her.
This time, it's not a hatching that follows: it's an emerging. One more violent, more frantic, and far more nightmarish; suddenly feeling as if she's buried alive beneath the hundreds, thousands of bodies on that hill of death. Every tree root is a rotting limb, sap like blood seeping into the earth, theirs and hers. When she finally claws her way free, it's with a more panicked expression than she'd ever admit, and she kicks angrily at the dirt afterward as if she's personally offended by it.
Whether she helps yank you out of the ground, or you're just in the area, Mordred takes a moment to appraise you, with both hands on her hips and a scowl on her face. She's also completely naked, unless you'd rather not deal with that, in which case she's honestly not dressed a whole lot better. Sorry. Either way, she seems completely unbothered by both her own state of dress, and that of anyone else. ]
... Doesn't feel like you're my Master. What a pain in the ass...
[ If the other person reacts in any way she doesn't like (read: blatantly looking at her, blatantly not looking at her, being overly embarrassed, scoffing, seeming amused at the situation... basically anything), or stays silent for too long (read: more than about ten seconds), she'll round on them with an annoyed, aggressive: ]
What?
II. (IM)MORAL DILEMMA
[ To Mordred's slight credit, she doesn't go straight for murder. No — her first reaction is to try and punch the face in the wall. Then kick at it. Then tear through the roots. When none of that works, only then does she turn to look at her partner(s), dripping with sweat from the exertion and offering a casual shrug. ]
Guess we're fighting to the death. [ She says this with a smirk, as if it's just a bad joke, but her tone betrays her — she's deadly serious. ] Your choice if you wanna die the easy way, or the hard way.
[ ooc: mordred is mostly all talk for this, don't worry about actual killing. unless that's what you want. ]
III. LIBRARY VANDALISM
[ ooc: the setting for both of these is intentionally generic, so feel free to pick between highstorm or springstar for either! otherwise, i'll assume highstorm for the former, and springstar for the latter. ]
[ Reading in the library? Enjoying the peace and quiet? You just got smacked in the head by a scrunched up paper ball.
Ignore it, and it'll be followed by another. And another. And... you get the idea. It won't take much investigating to figure out the source: spoilers, it's the blonde teenager trying not to snicker as she scrunches up another piece of paper to throw, torn out of whatever book is in front of her. ]
IV. NEVER DRINK ALONE
[ Or maybe the tavern's more your speed. Well, Mordred's there, too, unfortunately. Despite her young age, she's clearly experienced with alcohol, and seems genuinely in a good mood; laughing uproariously as she slams back another drink. ]
Hell yeah, keep the booze comin'! Just put it all on their tab! [ It's you. She's pointing at you. ]
mordred | fate/ | iconoclast
NUDEAWAKENING[ For the second time in as many months, Mordred watches the world break apart around her.
This time, it's not a hatching that follows: it's an emerging. One more violent, more frantic, and far more nightmarish; suddenly feeling as if she's buried alive beneath the hundreds, thousands of bodies on that hill of death. Every tree root is a rotting limb, sap like blood seeping into the earth, theirs and hers. When she finally claws her way free, it's with a more panicked expression than she'd ever admit, and she kicks angrily at the dirt afterward as if she's personally offended by it.
Whether she helps yank you out of the ground, or you're just in the area, Mordred takes a moment to appraise you, with both hands on her hips and a scowl on her face. She's also completely naked, unless you'd rather not deal with that, in which case she's honestly not dressed a whole lot better. Sorry. Either way, she seems completely unbothered by both her own state of dress, and that of anyone else. ]
... Doesn't feel like you're my Master. What a pain in the ass...
[ If the other person reacts in any way she doesn't like (read: blatantly looking at her, blatantly not looking at her, being overly embarrassed, scoffing, seeming amused at the situation... basically anything), or stays silent for too long (read: more than about ten seconds), she'll round on them with an annoyed, aggressive: ]
What?
II. (IM)MORAL DILEMMA
[ To Mordred's slight credit, she doesn't go straight for murder. No — her first reaction is to try and punch the face in the wall. Then kick at it. Then tear through the roots. When none of that works, only then does she turn to look at her partner(s), dripping with sweat from the exertion and offering a casual shrug. ]
Guess we're fighting to the death. [ She says this with a smirk, as if it's just a bad joke, but her tone betrays her — she's deadly serious. ] Your choice if you wanna die the easy way, or the hard way.
[ ooc: mordred is
mostlyall talk for this, don't worry about actual killing. unless that's what you want. ]III. LIBRARY VANDALISM
[ ooc: the setting for both of these is intentionally generic, so feel free to pick between highstorm or springstar for either! otherwise, i'll assume highstorm for the former, and springstar for the latter. ]
[ Reading in the library? Enjoying the peace and quiet? You just got smacked in the head by a scrunched up paper ball.
Ignore it, and it'll be followed by another. And another. And... you get the idea. It won't take much investigating to figure out the source: spoilers, it's the blonde teenager trying not to snicker as she scrunches up another piece of paper to throw, torn out of whatever book is in front of her. ]
IV. NEVER DRINK ALONE
[ Or maybe the tavern's more your speed. Well, Mordred's there, too, unfortunately. Despite her young age, she's clearly experienced with alcohol, and seems genuinely in a good mood; laughing uproariously as she slams back another drink. ]
Hell yeah, keep the booze comin'! Just put it all on their tab! [ It's you. She's pointing at you. ]