[color=6ecff6][center][h3]Mordred[/h3]
[i][u]Location[/u]:Faraday Heights; 28A[/i]
[i][u]Interacting With[/u]: [@Ghost Queen] [@Fabricant451][/i][/center][/color]

[color=6ecff6]"Somebody is going to die!"[/color] Mordred came into the flat from the front door, for the first time since about dusk last the night before.  He was dressed in a fashionable topcoat, with a scarf and some good ol' head stomping boots.  He shed the outer layers, hanging them on a coat rack by the door, to reveal distressed jeans and a cable knit sweater underneath.  

He entered the kitchen a lot more calmly than his entrance statement warranted, and reached for the automatic coffee machine that had produced a fresh pot about ten minutes before hand.  As he poured himself a mug, he elaborated.  

[color=6ecff6]"Car accidents, pneumonia, a stupid slip-and-fucking-fall."[/color]  He drained his cup in a series of hearty gulps, and when he continued speaking there was a heavy cloud steam issuing from his mouth.  [color=6ecff6]"And 'The Others',"[/color] He sketched air quotes with his index fingers, [color=6ecff6]"Will be blamed, the victims made into martyrs for the cause.  May the Lord God Almighty put me back in hell if I have not seen this shit before."[/color]