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There is a Mordred in the bar. No badge, just himself in his black jacket and plan pin-stripped pants.

Just himself, drinking. Not steadily, but not slowly, either.

[ooc: tag may be slow, as mun is very tired. But they will come]

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Mordred glances at him, golden eyes questioning.

Xas shrugs, a light and fluid motion.

"Distractions are occasionally few and far between."

"Oh?"

"Yes."

The smile doesn't fade, but he fails to elaborate.

"Happens. So, you human, ghost, elf, whatever?"

"Does that change things?"

He sounds curious.

He looks a bit wary.

"Perception of time only. I'm a ghost. Haunted my battlefield for...well, I was killed in 517. Came here after 2000 sometime. You do the math. I don't give shit, just cuious."

"Ah. Well."

He smiles, rueful and slightly hunted.

"I have become accustomed to the company of humans. There are things they would rather not know, you see."

Or rather, he would prefer they not know such things, mostly.

"Yeah, I can kinda understand that."

"So I wear face paint, and I keep my shirt on, and I am careful with names."

He shrugs.

"It seems to pay off, in terms of secrecy."

"Ah, names...I use my last, and it throws people."

"I am perhaps fortunate that my name holds little significance to the majority of people."

"Yeah. Unlike 'Mordred'."

"You think fame, such as it is, is overrated?"

"I hate it. I hate saying my name to people and have them blink, and eye me."

"This is also why I rarely speak of being an angel."

Xas shrugs.

"I am tired of spreading intense piety wherever I go. Or I was."

"Makes sense." He says, and means it.

He smiles.

"I hope so."

"Anyway. I should....yanno. Get going. M'drunk."

"Perhaps we'll talk again when you aren't."

He smiles.

"It was a pleasure to meet you."

He smiles.

"Yeah, you too." And with that, he fades from view.

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