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[mordredeschain]

 Mordred hates thinnies, really he does. Thinnies, old oak doors, todash and all other methods of unorthodox travel.

This probably has something to do with the fact that he is currently sprawled on a lawn in completely the wrong universe, with no way to get back.

After a second or two he gets up and wanders to the door of the house. There's bound to be food in there somewhere, he can feel at least one mind. "Let me in, sai, if ya would. Mordred's a-hungry and a-lost!"

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[james_crocker]

James smiles wide as he hears someone calling from the other side of his door. He opens the door and looks up at the other, smiling brightly at him with his large, innocent grey yes "Well hello there, good sir. If you are hungry, i have more than enough food to share, please, come in!"

[mordredeschain]

It's very obvious that Mordred is hungry--indeed, he looks more than half starved. He looks down at the boy and smiles wolfishly. "I'm sure you have more than enough, sai. I can smell it, say true!"

With that he shoved his way past the younger-looking boy and headed for the kitchen. Mordred was more than happy to eat now--and feed later.

[james_crocker]

james stepped to the side and smiled as he saw mordred enter the kitchen, he hoped he was fond of sweets, because that was more or less all james stocked in his home. "go right on ahead and help yourself, i can get as much as i need to restock later."

[mordredeschain]

Mordred's fond of everything. You have to be, at the very end of End-World.

You might want to stop him before he makes himself sick, actually.

[james_crocker]

When james thinks he has had enough, he snaps his fingers and the cabinets close "Now now, that is quite enough of that, sir, no need to stuff yourself silly, i would not want you to get ill."

[mordredeschain]

Mordred, of course, responds to the removal of food by

(shifting)

and attacking. Fangs and horrible little graspers reach out, in hopes of a meal that the spider side can digest.

[james_crocker]

James raises an eyebrow at this and snaps a finger, the kitchen table pouncing on the spider and pinning it in plce "Well that was certainly incredibly rude!"

[mordredeschain]

Spider needs meat. Live meat best. You look tasty.

Mordred bes a-starvin' for many and many-a. Fuck polite, Mordred has bigger problems.

[james_crocker]

James actually chuckles a bit at this, the more aggressive side of his nature being called out by the other godling challenging him "Oh, i do not think you will be eating anyone while you are in my house."

[mordredeschain]

The spider scrabbles a bit, then makes a noise that sounds oddly like an injured dog. Mordred bes a-hungy! Get something raw for eating, so the boy can come back . . .

There's another moment or two of desperate scrabbling, but it seems weaker now. The spider's metabolism runs hot and fast, after all.

[james_crocker]

james gives a soft sigh as he waves his hand, a large pile of beef steaks appearing before the other , the table releasing him "fine, but you had best behave yourself while you are in my home, or there will be consequences."

[mordredeschain]

The spider devours the steaks in what must surely be record time, then changes back again.

"Cry thy pardon, sai. It has been much too long since I have fed on anything but foul dying weeds, or drank water that was not full of poison. My world, so they say, has moved on."

The boy sits down gingerly, still eyeing James in a vaguely unnerving manner. "I would ask where we be, but I ken that the answer would mean little to me."

[james_crocker]

"well, while i cannot give you a specific answer, this is earth, north america to be precise. MY name is James, James Crocker, Son of Volos, God Of Life and Trickery. I am assuming your name is...Mordred was it?"

[mordredeschain]

"Hile, sai James. I be Mordred indeed--Mordred Deschain, who is child of Mia and Susannah, Roland and Los'. I be Mordred, love o' none, who killed his only ally at his birth."

He makes a strange, sad little bow. "This means nothing to ye, I'm sure. Otherwise I'd not tell of it."

[james_crocker]

"well, aside from almost being eaten, i suppose it is nice to meet you, Mister Deschain." james dusts off his shirt nonchalantly. "now, i hope there will not be another such incident."

[mordredeschain]

"I will do my best, say true, though I cannot say for certain, at least yet."

Is that a fang in Mordred's smile? Nay, surely not.

"'Tis very kind o' ye to take me in, more than ya know. I am not used to such." He thinks a moment, then rubs at his ragged clothing with a small frown. "I'd be clean, if it do ya. Have you anything for washing in this house?"

[james_crocker]

James points down the hall, which is quite long for such a small apartment, and gestures to one of the closer doors with a blue coat of paint "right here, and do take care not to wander to far into my home, it wont stop growing, and i am not surer if i will be able to find you if you go in too deep, and do be mindful of the sentient furniture.

[mordredeschain]

Mordred nods seriously. He knows how things can get--once the world moves on, places that didn't fit became relatively commonplace.

After a bit of confusion he figures out how the bath works, and even manages shampoo and conditioner. Which leaves half the bathroom caked in wet trail dust, but at least he's clean!

At some point, however, he runs out of hot water and returns to the kitchen in a towel, trying to comb his hair.