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[underwater-owl.livejournal.com]

That would be Random, in the bar.





Yes.

Distractions welcome.

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[maydaybrat.livejournal.com]

Lets see...

Looks like Martin.

Huh.

Mordred eyes him.

[underwater-owl.livejournal.com]

He is eyed back.

Looks like Martin?

That's a new perspective.

"Hello?"

[maydaybrat.livejournal.com]

"You like Martin. So, I'm assuming that you are his yet-to-be-dad."

[underwater-owl.livejournal.com]

"Yep."

He continues to eye him. Half expecting to be punched, actually. Which means his eyes narrow slightly.

"I'm Random. And you know him?"

[maydaybrat.livejournal.com]

"Yeah. Met him once, but we get along." He tilts his head.

[underwater-owl.livejournal.com]

"That's good." With the mouth on him, it's also slightly surprising. "He's something else."

[maydaybrat.livejournal.com]

"A snarky bastard like myself," and there's a grin right there.

[underwater-owl.livejournal.com]

Oh good.

It's returned.

"Pleased to meet you, then."

[maydaybrat.livejournal.com]

"Mordred Ambrosius," and he offers his hand.

[underwater-owl.livejournal.com]

He takes it, and shakes it firmly.

"Where and when are you from?"

[maydaybrat.livejournal.com]

His long-finger hand has sword callouses, and feels a bit too cool to be alive.

"Britannia, killed in battle in the Year of Our Lord 517, arrived here as a ghost early twenty-first century as far as I can make out. Yourself?"

[underwater-owl.livejournal.com]

"Amber. No particular when, really. Some years before my boy, anyways."

He doesn't look phazed by the 'dead' thing. Been in the bar too long.

"But Britannia I never visited."

[maydaybrat.livejournal.com]

"It was all falling apart when I died...not much to look at, really."

[gorlim.livejournal.com]

Gorlim. Booth. Button-lobbing.

*toing!*

Innocent smile.

[underwater-owl.livejournal.com]

He jumps.

"Goooooorlim?"

[gorlim.livejournal.com]

"Raaaaaaaaandom?"

He gives Random a wiggly-finger wave.

[underwater-owl.livejournal.com]

"Are you throwing things at me?"

Beat.

"Why?"

[gorlim.livejournal.com]

"You looked bored. I thought you could use a distraction." Flawless logic!

[underwater-owl.livejournal.com]

"Brilliant."

He gestures at the seat across from him.

"Namo or Ramon talked to you yet?"

[gorlim.livejournal.com]

"Yes, although by the way you ask that question I presume there is a particular topic you are wondering if they have mentioned. In that case, no, they didn't talk about anything unusual." He tosses a button to himself, flipping it like a coin. "Ramon taught me to shoot a gun, though."

[underwater-owl.livejournal.com]

Oh crap.

"A Gun???"

Blink.

"And it's about a trip we're thinking about taking."

[gorlim.livejournal.com]

Exactly.

"Yup."

He blinks back, and tosses his button again.

"You two are leaving again so soon?"

[underwater-owl.livejournal.com]

"No!"

He cocks his head.

"You. To your home. For five days."

[gorlim.livejournal.com]

See, that makes him miss his button, which bounces off the table and disappears, possibly down the bosom of some nearby female patron, just to get the full effect.

"Huh??"

[underwater-owl.livejournal.com]

"Ramon suggested something to me. That maybe I spin time for a bit, walks shadows, and take you, me, him and Namo back to wherever and whenever you call home. For as long as your body lasts."