Behind Closed Doors | KoL (
behindcloseddoors) wrote2012-02-21 09:13 pm
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CLOSED ♔ it was anything but hear the voice that says that we're all basically alone

♬ Imitosis- Andrew Bird
WHO || Arthur Pendragon, Wynnefalshond, Dumage Moulet, Mark Sandazhard [closed]
WHAT || ? ? ?
WHERE || A first floor hallway
WHEN || Tues, Feb 21st, evening, right before the Chicago briefing
HOW || Actionspam or prose or whatnot.
Just because Arthur almost died in training less than a week ago is hardly any reason to slack, and Fred and company don't go any lighter on him for what happened. There might be a bit of good-natured ribbing about getting nearly killed by a girl (whenever the women weren't in earshot), particularly by the elder fighters from the Shadow World who invested less awe in the Arthurian legends in the first place, but they were all too happy to spar anytime. So by the end of each training session, even a warrior in good shape would find himself winded and in need of a break. It's not quite time for evening meal yet as Arthur descends from the second floor in the direction of the squire rooms and baths.
It's unusual to find Wynn in this section of the castle, as he tends to make himself rare in the first place, barely making appearances even in the training oriented rooms of the castle. Hearing his voice, therefore, emanating from a slightly ajar door in the stretch of rooms largely reserved for squires rings as slightly unusual. He seems to be in the middle of some parting words.
"... think you might benefit from sharing a few words with him, in time. Though for the time being, I would suggest focusing on the assignment you'll be receiving today."
An answering male voice from within asks: "But if you hear from Jack, you'll--" His voice is laced with strained anxiety, and Wynn cuts him off smoothly.
"Of course." And with that, Wynn moves out into the hallway, where he sees Arthur just a couple yards away. He pauses, hand on the door handle, looking as if he was actually so preoccupied that he was surprised to see anyone there, so much as he can evince surprise at anything.
He recovers within the span of an instant, nodding to Arthur in greeting as he steps towards him, though he angles to walk past him without really seeming inclined to stop.
Spot: 13 and also lmao.
Something about her gaze on him makes him want to straighten his shoulders, maybe tuck in his stomach, touch his hair, his jaw. But his shock at the situation stills his nervous gestures.
"Er, I'm very sorry," Arthur very nearly stammers, wishing perhaps that he'd just knocked and gone away. "I didn't mean to interrupt... any sort of, er... tryst."
Immediately he winces, wishing he could take that word back.
"That is," he adds, trying and failing to salvage the situation. "I can — go."
poor arthur. 1/2
"There's no ... trysting. Tryst-free." His voice is definitely strained, with anxiety and something more difficult to define. "Dumage was just going." He looks back at her, his expression somewhat desperate, which mostly seems to amuse her.
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With that, she saunters off down the hallway, heels clicking behind her, leaving Mark to stand there, mouth slightly agape.
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"You've got a little, ah..." Arthur taps the corner of his own mouth, the same place on Mark's face that's been debauched by lip gloss. He swallows, throat bobbing. "Well, that was certainly... may I come in?"
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"Of course, uh... course you can. Just give me a ..." He turns around when he's apparently completed his cursory touch-up and glances around the room for anything incriminating, but the only sign of anything out of place is the red chair scraped away from its spot by the wall. He wipes a palm across his mouth before focusing back on Arthur, and then seeming to realize something else that fills him with dread. "I'm sorry. This isn't how I wanted to--" He takes a deep breath and looks down, licking his lips, before forcing a smile and meeting his gaze, his entire posture seeming to tighten up like a soldier. "... It's an honor, your Highness."
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"Course it is." Arthur gives him a wry look, not entirely sure what to do with his sudden change in demeanor. "You are Mark Sandazhard, are you not? It's a pleasure to meet you."
He decides the man looks uncomfortable enough that nothing could actually be more awkward, so he crosses and offers a handshake. "Any idea why I'm here?"
Because he has pretty much none.
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"It must be... that I..." the words are drawn out, clearly an excuse to figure out what to place at the end of them. "Told him I wanted to meet you."
He smiles upon the pronouncement, but it looks slightly off-kilter. And the color still hasn't returned to his cheeks.
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"I see." His tone makes it apparent that he doesn't, and his eyes narrow a little. But he doesn't want to make any assumptions. Each and every knight here has sworn the same vows he has, and likely upheld them for far longer, and he will not disrespect any of them. At least, not until his squiring period is over. But he still asks questions like he's fully entitled to the answer.
"And why's that?"
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"I mean... I guess I just wanted to know what you were ... actually like. The whole ... man not the myth... thing." He looks back up, scratching the back of his head. "It was just an idle comment, I have no clue why Wynn ... took it seriously." He starts backing up slightly as he talks, and then points to the door with a hand in a sort of defeated way. "And I'm ... sorry for wasting your time."
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"I don't know that kicking me out is a good way to go about getting to know me," Arthur says, a little wryly. He glances around, looking for somewhere comfortable to sit. "If I'm intruding, by all means. But if you'd like to talk..." He gives a tilted, one-sided shrug, looking back to Mark. "Then let's."
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"Right, sorry..." He clasps his hands together between his knees, considering for a moment, before he comes right out with: "So how did you get here, exactly? I mean I'm pretty sure... time traveling's new around here."
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"I didn't travel in time," Arthur snorts, not even sure how that would work. Though he supposes it's a reasonable assumption, if such a thing were possible. If there weren't a more obvious means of unlikely transportation known well to the Knights.
"I came through the Veil."
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"... But the Veil is between the Shadow World and this world. Not the past and the future." It doesn't sound like an accusation, exactly, but there's a definite doubt behind his words. "So how can you be famous in this world, but from another one?"
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And he's annoyed, so he doesn't even consider the implications of telling Mark that he's maybe not yet the King Arthur of legend. He knows nothing except what Wynn's told him, but he wholly trusts the man not to have misled him. What was it he'd said, when he'd first found Arthur? He attempts to moderate his tone to something more conciliatory, in the hopes it makes him seem like he knows anything about what he's speaking of. "I was told perhaps it could be a similar world to ours, but simply ... running slow."
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The thought of something seems to hit him, and he looks up at Arthur again, chin still lowered in thought. "Do you... I mean, do you think at least, that you remember everything, or did the Veil snag things?"
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Arthur looks back at him. Nobody else has asked him this; perhaps because he enjoys the current world he's in so obviously. He has a purpose, and part of reaching that purpose is a sort of assimilation that has been teaching him the principles of humility the hard way.
"All right, yes," he says, somewhat grudgingly, blue eyes still studying Mark. "Camelot is everything to me. But I know one day I'll see it again." There's an earnest faith to the way he says that, as though he truly believes that this is trip to the future is just a holiday and not a permanent residency.
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"What if you can't?"
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"Then I continue to live and fight here until the end of my life," Arthur responds, trying to keep his tone impartial. It's only fact, and there are good causes here, after all. Camelot may end in ruins in Morgana's grasp, but perhaps not. Perhaps Princess Mithian or Queen Annis, both of whom do right by their people. But no. No, it's not worth dwelling on. "But I don't believe it will ever come to that."
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"I hope you're right," he says finally, and there seems to be a lot of sincerity crammed into the words, a sudden gravity to his entire demeanor. "I hope it's not impossible."
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"Why?" Because this seems like it goes further than polite well-wishes. "Why would it matter to you?"
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sense motive: 15?
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What seems clear is that it's not even a fear of Arthur, but of what this moment might mean.
Finally, he says, in a tight voice that seems to beg the other to just let it lie: "It isn't something I can talk about."
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