1 » dreaming [ At the end and beginning of the world, a figure stands at the crossroad between light and dark.
Five minutes beforehand, Mordred wakes from corpses beneath her feet to something far more strange and disconcerting. The blood covering her is gone, along with the gaping hole in her stomach, but her armor remains, seemingly destined to condemn her in death as well as life; to rob her of an identity as anything more than a tool of her mother, an envoy of hatred and destruction. With a familiar, bitter resolve, she steps forward, her stride unbreaking until the path splits before her.
It's obvious which way she's headed, but for a moment, she allows herself to stand, and to stare. She can still remember when she craved that light, when she looked at her king, her father, like he was the sun and the moon and the stars, everything radiant and beautiful in the world — and just like the sun, his brightness was unbearable to many, and peerless to all. Back then, she'd never hoped to match him; only to be his shadow, his sword... but in the end, she was nothing to him at all, even when his kingdom lay destroyed by her hand.
(That's why— )
When she feels another presence nearby, she lifts her head, her green eyes gazing at them from behind the eye slits of her helmet as she growls: ]
Get lost before I kill you, idiot.
2 » kenussy lodestone [ Fellow new arrivals, or any visitors, might have borne witness to a commotion at the Kenoma lodestone — that is, a teenage girl fighting tooth and nail against the poor fool tasked with feeding her the sludge. It doesn't matter that her loss is inevitable; she bites, kicks, scratches, anything to cause harm, to rebel against this new form of subjugation. (Those who watch for long enough might have noticed something else: when she's finally overpowered and forced to admit defeat, she laughs as she chokes on darkness itself, in one final defiance of her fate.)
After all that fuss, though, Mordred adapts faster than most. After immediately tearing off the midsection of her robe, and tying the bottom half around her waist with the sash, she stretches, yawns, and starts to explore; as if the earlier drama never happened. ]
a » [ If she sees someone with food — whether an established Kenoma offering relief, or a fellow newbie who's managed to scrounge something up — she has no shame about walking up and making demands of them. ]
Gimme that. [ She'll even make to snatch some, if it's within grabbing range. ]
b » I'm so damn bored... [ God help whoever she sets her sights on first, because she's wandering over to harass them. Doesn't matter if they're in the middle of Sludge Acceptance, or otherwise busy. ] C'mon, let's start breaking stuff.
[ ooc: mordred's canonpoint is pre-fate apocrypha, so she's a lot shittier of a person than she is in fate/grand order, and won't recognize anyone except other camelot folks. i'm also fine with wildcards at the firebrand shrine or the lodestone, or pm me if you'd like something unique! ]
mordred | fate/ | firebrand
[ At the end and beginning of the world, a figure stands at the crossroad between light and dark.
Five minutes beforehand, Mordred wakes from corpses beneath her feet to something far more strange and disconcerting. The blood covering her is gone, along with the gaping hole in her stomach, but her armor remains, seemingly destined to condemn her in death as well as life; to rob her of an identity as anything more than a tool of her mother, an envoy of hatred and destruction. With a familiar, bitter resolve, she steps forward, her stride unbreaking until the path splits before her.
It's obvious which way she's headed, but for a moment, she allows herself to stand, and to stare. She can still remember when she craved that light, when she looked at her king, her father, like he was the sun and the moon and the stars, everything radiant and beautiful in the world — and just like the sun, his brightness was unbearable to many, and peerless to all. Back then, she'd never hoped to match him; only to be his shadow, his sword... but in the end, she was nothing to him at all, even when his kingdom lay destroyed by her hand.
(That's why— )
When she feels another presence nearby, she lifts her head, her green eyes gazing at them from behind the eye slits of her helmet as she growls: ]
Get lost before I kill you, idiot.
2 » kenussy lodestone
[ Fellow new arrivals, or any visitors, might have borne witness to a commotion at the Kenoma lodestone — that is, a teenage girl fighting tooth and nail against the poor fool tasked with feeding her the sludge. It doesn't matter that her loss is inevitable; she bites, kicks, scratches, anything to cause harm, to rebel against this new form of subjugation. (Those who watch for long enough might have noticed something else: when she's finally overpowered and forced to admit defeat, she laughs as she chokes on darkness itself, in one final defiance of her fate.)
After all that fuss, though, Mordred adapts faster than most. After immediately tearing off the midsection of her robe, and tying the bottom half around her waist with the sash, she stretches, yawns, and starts to explore; as if the earlier drama never happened. ]
[ ooc: mordred's canonpoint is pre-fate apocrypha, so she's a lot shittier of a person than she is in fate/grand order, and won't recognize anyone except other camelot folks. i'm also fine with wildcards at the firebrand shrine or the lodestone, or pm me if you'd like something unique! ]