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[his_drededfate]

[He remembers this thing, at least to an extent. Unfortunately, all the buttons and things just look the same. So there’s some fiddling, a false start, a moment of static, and all the while a young man in dark armor is furrowing his brow as he flickers in and out of focus on the screen. Eventually he rediscovers the correct methods for the device and a relieved smile passes his expression.]

I believe this should be… [Wait. Which way was up? Did it have an up or was it more like a mirror? The device half turns again before Mordred stops, breathes a half sigh and continues.] Right.

My apologies for any interruption, I am Mordred. [There’s a start and a stop before deciding it best to move on.]

I was here once before, though that time was brief. For that, I apologize. It wasn’t my intention to leave so soon. But it is my intention that this time I’ll be able to accomplish what I could not previously as a warden. I will not waste this opportunity twice and I hope that with time I am able to prove that to you all. I will help in any way I can.

[Forcefully, he’ll relax. Despite the false starts and technology woes, that didn’t sound half bad. Right? He can only hope.]

I am here to answer any questions I am able, and I thank you for your time.


[Spam for Morgana]

[It isn't too long after his initial announcement that he tries to reach out to Morgana, though certainly not through the device. He has no grasp of how long he's been gone, or if she's even still present, but he can't be faulted for trying.]

Morgana?

Morgana, are you still here?

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[Video]

[keeps_a_cool_head]

So you are new and not new, at the same time.

Interesting. Is this a common occurrence?

[Video]

[his_drededfate]

[Admittedly, he can't answer as many questions as he wishes he could.]

I'm afraid I can't say beyond my own experience. As I had said, my previous time here was short, there's much about this place I have yet to understand myself.

[Video]

[keeps_a_cool_head]

So your offer for information was - by your own admission - less than apt.

[Video]

[his_drededfate]

[There's a small fidget off the screen. He dislikes the new guy feeling so much.]

My offer was to provide answers to the extent I am able. I am sorry I was not able to answer yours. If there are any others, however, I will at least do my best.

[Video]

[keeps_a_cool_head]

And what answers did you have in mind to provide? Perhaps I'm simply not asking the right questions.

[ Video ]

[surfaceshine]

[Well well well. Dean's smile is more genuine than it probably should be for a guy who only managed passing greetings last time.]

Welcome back.

[ Video ]

[his_drededfate]

[He'll take it with an equal smile.]

Thank you.

[ Video ]

[surfaceshine]

You ah.

You were missed.

[ Video ]

[his_drededfate]

I apologize. It was truly not my intent to leave as I did.

[ Video ]

[surfaceshine]

No, it never is.

Look, I'll get outta your face - there's people here you know better that'll do you right, but. Holler if you need something they don't explain, alright?

I'm Dean.

spam;

[youwillgotohell]

[She sees his post to the network and hears him almost simultaneously. It's strange - as if for a moment, she doesn't know which way is up. The world rights itself long enough for her to throw open her door and step into the hall, even before she answers.]

Yes.

[She does not cry, there are no uncertain tears now, and she couldn't explain why.]

Where are you?

spam;

[his_drededfate]

[There is a part that is relieved to have her with him, and another yet steeped in worries.]

Stay where you are, I'll come to you.

spam;

[youwillgotohell]

You remember my room? Level eight, fifteen.

[She's practically vibrating in expectation, waiting for him. This time, there is no fear that he may not be real. This time she just wants to see him again, before the Admiral changes his mind.

(If something feels different, pulling at the edges of her thoughts, she tries to ignore it.)]

spam;

[his_drededfate]

[There's no affirmation that seems necessary and instead he only quickens his pace, it's barely moments passed when he reaches the level eight. A humble smile stays upon his face, a bright contrast to the dark armor he dons.]

I'm sorry to keep you waiting.

spam

[youwillgotohell]

[She smiles when she sees him, bright and pleased. The edge that has been in her mouth, the sharpness, has dulled somewhat: it's like the first time at Ismere, and she meets his approach with a hand cupping his face, settling on his chest. His armored chest.

His dark armor.

She knows what it was that stood out as strange, now, and her smile fades. Her eyes widen.]

Camlann?

[wedonot]

Welcome back.

[his_drededfate]

I'm grateful to be back, thank you.

It's Charles, isn't it? You'll have to forgive me, it's been some time.

[wedonot]

Yes. How long was it, for you?

[his_drededfate]

A year, perhaps. It's hard to say.

[Because what are timelines.]

[wedonot]

[He really, really wants to ask why he's back, and what happened before he arrived, but there's no tactful way to ask if he'd died.]

Well, if you have any questions, feel free to ask.

[strangehistorian]

Welcome back!

[his_drededfate]

Thank you, it's appreciated.

[There's a pause.]

I apologize, but have we spoken before?

[strangehistorian]

My name is Chromie, I'm the librarian here.

[his_drededfate]

Ah. I recall the name, but I'm afraid that's all.

[strangehistorian]

It's alright! Would you like to see the introductory pamphlet again?