(for morgoth) I feel the night
hm well
asshatoforkney
It's late, and Agravain's out wandering. He deals with Mansion life fairly well, all things considered, but today is one of those days where he feels bored and restless. So he's grabbed his sword and gone walking out into the dark. Maybe he'll run into someone he can cut up into pieces for no apparent reason. He's in that kind of a mood.

He's been walking for some time, long enough to reach the cliffs. He's not paying all that much attention to his surroundings.

It's quiet, and the cool night air suits his mood.

He has absolutely no idea what he's about to run into.

(for medraut and gawain) did you know it would turn out this bad if you did it this way?
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asshatoforkney
It's a perfectly lovely day outside, and if Medraut's out and about, he likely won't notice anything amiss. Not at first. It's quiet except for some distant birdsong and the sighing of the breeze, and there's no one else around.

No one who's actually alive, that is.

The Winchesters have long since gone, and Agravain's on his own, out near the edge of the woods, by the base of a big fir tree. Medraut might notice the smell first. It's not Agravain's body. It hasn't had time to rot yet. But he might catch the sticky scent of blood underneath the smell of leaves and fresh air.

There's a lot of blood. The front of Agravain's shirt is wet with it, red and drying to brown around the edges. There's another patch on the ground, far enough away that it must have belonged to someone else. And Agravain's sword, lying just a few inches from his fingertips, is coated in it.

Agravain is lying on his back, his head lolled to one side and his eyes still wide open. The seven holes in his shirt (and chest) look small for something that killed such a big man. The way he lies is too still and too heavy, and even from a distance, he is very obviously dead.

Have fun, Medraut :D

((the thread where he got killed is over here, if anyone's wondering.))

(for medraut) my brothers are deaaaaad
urge to kill rising
asshatoforkney
Agravain has never been one to hide himself away when he's upset. Which is why he's on the front porch, under the verandah, sitting slumped against the side of the Mansion. It's one of the most public places he could find. He has a bottle of something alcoholic in one hand (he didn't check to see what it was, and he's not in the right state of mind to notice or care). He's drinking it in long gulps, and there's something tense and too quick about his movements. Between that and the scowl on his face, he's practically radiating anger.

That might be why nobody's approached him yet.

He hasn't actually cried. He doesn't usually, not even about things like this. That would mean letting his mind stop racing and sit still for a moment, which he doesn't. He keeps thinking about Gareth and Gaheris, trying to imagine how they would both look dead, and letting himself get angrier and angrier. It keeps him going.

He's currently watching the stairs, waiting for someone to come up, wanting to see if anyone will have the courage (or stupidity) to approach a big, angry, drunk, dangerous looking man.

((so, for medraut, as the title says. but if anyone else really wants an angry drunken agravain, they can poke me? backdated (obviously, since agravain's dead at the moment) to who the fuck knows when. rp timelines are the bane of my existence.))

3-way: Millicent and Merlin
sir i would like to kill you
asshatoforkney
Well, now he's pissed. Typist willing, he'll lurch forward suddenly and swing a flaming arm at Millicent's head.

Continued from here. I would suggest an Agravain-Millicent-Merlin order, if the other typists are agreeable?

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