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Some time after being told that the grandnephew and namesake of a version of him turned into a spider and ate people, Mordred's sitting at his normal table.

Sharpening his sword.

It's making him feel somewhat better.

Fucking Milliways.

[~~ooc: lunch calls, will be back soon.~~ Back!]

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*It makes Alanna feel better too. After watching Mordred for a few minutes from across the room, she moves to the table next to him and proceeds to do the same thing. No greeting, just a nod of her head and a small smile.*

Without really looking up,

"You know. There is a namesake of me. Somewhere. Who turns into a spider and eats people."

A long pause.

"This place gives me a fucking headache. How's your day been, Lady?"

*Alanna's hand pauses in mid-air. She blinks at her reflection in the bright steel of the blade and tries to make sense of this.*

I hate spiders. *Her hand starts moving again.* I always thought they were evil, and I've had more than one try to eat me.

I do not think any of them were named Mordred.

*Sighing, she shrugs.* Apart from a lovely two hours or so around mid-morning, it has been absolute shit. Yours?

"Well. Aside from Eddie telling me about his stepson the 'demonbaby werespider', it's been....no, actually. That kind overshadows everything else."

...werespider.

*Alanna carefully sets her sword on the table and turns to look at him.*

I'm not sure headache is the appropriate term. It's more that this place frequently leaves my brain feeling like it's been trampled by an invading army.

Demonbay werespider?

"Don't look at me, I'm just the confused, alternate-world great-uncle."

*Alanna buries her head in her hands and groans softly. After a moment, she starts to laugh.*

Goddess.

What a day. Poor Mordred. Every time I talk to you, something even more brain pain inducing has come along for you.

"Oh, my not'sons are good boys. Even if they are two."

*Alanna laughs.* Do they look like you?

"A little - pale skin, dark hair, but they also have dark eyes, like their mother."

Well, if any not-children of mine walk into the bar, you're the very first person I'm finding to ask how to cope. After I stop by Bar for wine, that is.

*She shakes her head, bemused.*

Has Morgan met them?

"I think it is easier when they are this little...any older, and, hell, I'll be joining you."

Mordred pauses.

"I...don't actually know. We don't talk much. She's not my mother yet, and I'm not her son, really. It's awkward."

*Alanna makes a noncommittal noise and picks up her sword again, testing the edge.*

She's- You can really tell now. I worry about her. I wish I knew how to help.

Softly,

"I don't think you can. I wish...I wish someone could, because she is Mam, despite age and time. But..." He shrugs.

"I don't know, maybe her splitting time will stop her from getting worse."

I hope so. I hate not being able to do anything.

*Feeling another headache coming on, Alanna pinches the bridge of her nose.*

Have you met Barty?

"Once. Told him if he hurt her, I'd drag him outside and kill him."

*Alanna snorts.* You, me, Adam... I think it frustrated her seeing as how she can take care of herself, really.

He shrugs, lifting his sword up to the light. It's a simple sword, well-looked after, too. But the blade is different - it looks like silver wood. It's not, just metal, but it looks pretty.

"Yeah, well. Childhood conditioning, maybe. Got into more then one fight defending her, or her honour."

Old habits are hard to break, especially when it comes to family.

*Leaning forward, Alanna stares at the blade.*

I've not heard much about your world, truth be told. Bits and pieces here and there, but no more than that. What was she like, as you knew her?

"...Like a kid, really. We wandered around, never settling down in one place for more then a few months. We'd reach a place, get accepted, and then someone would do something or say something and she'd get spooked and we'd be gone by morning. It wasn't until I was about seven or eight that I realized that it was all in her head. We had fun, but...it was hard. And then after she left me at Camelot, she'd drift in and out, sometimes almost sane, sometimes worse then ever."

An odd smile.

"She knew how to act like a princess, though. Once, when I was fifteen, I was captured by the Saxons. Came back feverish from blood-loss, with the bones in my right fingers broken, and she calmly healed me and then gave Arthur the biggest lecture of his life."

I can picture it rather well.

*Alanna slowly looks down at her right hand and flexes her fingers.*

Who is Arthur exactly? *She frowns, rubbing her forehead.* I've heard his name enough, I should know...

Lack of sleep.

"My father. Her half-brother."

Ah. That... Goddess. *She blinks.* Oh, Morgan.

"They weren't raised together, didn't even know of each other's existance until she was sixteen and he was fifteen - Merlin took him away when he was born, and she was barely walking at the time." A sardonic smile.

"So, yes."

Indeed. *She swallows and tugs on her hair.* I can't imagine not knowing my brother. Do you think she'll go back? Really?