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So, Mordred never actually got to be king. Well, he never wanted to be king, not exactly. He just wanted to kill Arthur, which is what he did.

Anyway.

There is a dead king in the bar, so it seems only fitting that the number of dead royalty should go up by one.

Mordred. At the Bar. Carving something. Have at.

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[iustus_rex]

"Again with the 'boyo'," he says mildly, rather amused. "Depending on one's level of perception, I am thirty-five."

[maydaybrat.livejournal.com]

"Habit. And I'm...hell. I've been around since 497, and I dropped into Milliways sometime in the early twenty-first, so I think I'm older then you by a long shot."

[iustus_rex]

"Certainly," he agrees. "I'm not saying you're not, merely that your habit is going to keep me perpetually amused, if you keep it up."

[maydaybrat.livejournal.com]

"I live to serve."

"Only not."

[iustus_rex]

"We really ought to figure out a better way of making that phrase work," he says, thoughtfully.

[maydaybrat.livejournal.com]

"Oh, we do. Not much fun, otherwise."

[iustus_rex]

"Admittedly, I've not got the slightest clue how, as of yet."

[maydaybrat.livejournal.com]

"We...just need to work on it, that's all."

[iustus_rex]

"Oh, clearly," he agrees.

"Perhaps you can find me later this evening, when I'm on the other side of the bar, and we can see if we've figured something out?" he suggests.

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"I'll see what I can do."

[iustus_rex]

Edmund grins, and dips his head in a gesture that is not exactly an abbreviated bow, and is not quite a simple nod, but rather has a certain slight deliberation to it, marking it perhaps as the sort of farewell one king should give another.

Even if, perhaps, Mordred never quite became king. Hardly his fault.

"I look forward to it," Edmund says, standing again. He glances to Bar, about to ask her for a fresh cup of tea, and perhaps unsurprisingly is anticipated; he chuckles, quietly, taking the cup, raising it in a somewhat ironic salute.

"To our continued and precarious existence, I think," he says, taking a small sip before wandering off.

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Mordred watches him go, an amused smile on his face before he bends over his work again.