Opening & mingling!

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GAME START. Make your initial mingling comment, either in person or online.

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[unionjackoff]

"Oh! O-of course!" Arthur replied. He stepped aside to allow his warden to enter. "Forgive the mess. I'm usually a much better host." It was a joke, but Arthur still didn't like living in such a confined area. After all, he was a dragon, and was used to going outside all the time. He was quite fond of ships, though. Arthur offered Mordred a light smile. He wasn't afraid of him, obviously, and he seemed polite.

[adamantly]

Mordred stepped inside, his chainmail rustling with each step, and took a cursory glance around the room. It was a little cramped (and nothing like the afterlife accommodations that sorcerer and traditional folklore alike had spoken of, but the ship was purgatory, he supposed) but livable, in he thought.

"Well, if you've had time to clutter your cabin..." He started, lightheartedly following the joke. There wasn't much room to clutter anything, and little actual clutter to be had. "You must be adjusting well enough?"

[unionjackoff]

There was no clutter at all, actually. Arthur didn't even have a book to read. He gestured to the cot, in case his warden wanted to sit down. He would stand.

"Oh, yes," he shrugged sarcastically. "I do this all the time. Almost every day, I wake up on a ship and am told I'm dead."

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[adamantly]

"Thank you," he said, acknowledging the offer but not taking it. Like Arthur, he preferred to stand.

"I do not doubt that this must be strange for you, Arthur, but that you are here means you have another chance at life." Pause. "Do you understand what's to happen? If not, I am at your service, and wish to answer any questions you may have."

Mordred still didn't know what he was doing, but he was stubborn that Arthur, and by extension himself, should succeed.

no worries ever :3

[unionjackoff]

Not wanting to be rude, Arthur remained standing as well. He also didn't want to be defensive. After all, it wasn't his warden who'd brought him here. It was his own damn fault. Being on this ship was only one of the reasons why Arthur was on-edge. He sighed and dropped his gaze.

"I don't know much of anything," he said honestly. And then he lifted his head. "Do you... Know about me?"

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[adamantly]

Judging from Arthur's apprehension, Mordred could only assume that the other man was talking about his dragon identity. Mordred shifted slightly, and his gazed tracked down to the file in his hand. The idea of Arthur being a dragon did make him a little nervous––who wouldn't be, in the face of a creature, rumored far and wide to be as dangerous as it was mighty? But if Mordred understood one thing, it was having a hidden power. Having a self that, for whatever reason, had to be contained from others. Keeping a dragon self secret was very different than having magic, of course, but feeling pressured to hide... that, Mordred understood.

Looking back up, Mordred nodded.

"If it is a secret you want kept, Arthur, know that I will not divulge it."

[unionjackoff]

Arthur rubbed the back of his neck. "I know how to keep myself hidden but." He looked off to the side momentarily, as if he were worried someone might be listening. Back in his own world, he'd had to be careful. The Emperor had minions everywhere, and they all were falling over themselves to get rid of the traitorous general.

When he felt the coast was clear, Arthur relaxed and revealed his wings and tail, but still remained human the rest of the way. Then he looked at Mordred again. He was a little nervous, since the man looked like a knight. Knights and dragons were natural enemies! Then again, Arthur was already dead, so there was really no reason to fear anything.

"I'd rather people know, if they could accept it. I'm not here to hurt anyone, but not being able to fly around hurts me. I don't want to get stiff." When he thought about it, Arthur wondered if it was a selfish reason. But he needed to fly! If not every day, then a few times a week, at least. His magic needed a break.

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[adamantly]

[He may have known that Arthur was a dragon, but the reveal still comes as a surprise. Heart thudding a little in his chest, he takes a small step back –out of shock rather than fear– as he looks Arthur over.

It takes a moment for him to acclimate to what he's seen, but when he does he tries to consider Arthur's predicament as logically as possible.

He understands having to release power every now and then to not incur pain, he's had to cast magic to control his own power from time to time, but he still feels a duty to be responsible for Arthur and his actions while he's on the ship.]

People may not accept this, it's possible, whether you would like them to or not, [he reasons, trying to be realistic.] How long can you go without changing?

t'is fine

[unionjackoff]

A week, maybe? [thinking about it] I try not to go that long, so I'm not exactly sure. But I'd rather not test it, because I could one day wind up changing without warning and sinking this ship.