Attempting Fun

[mordredeschain]

 *Mordred is not used to crowds, rides, candy and did I mention crowds? So at the moment he is all but clinging to his friend, staring wildly about and jumping at loud noises.* This is supposed to be fun, is it? *Mordred is apparently not used to fun either.*

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[mordredeschain]

*He is a little boy in the end, though he may not look it. But he's also a ravenous monster, an apocalypse beast that may well eat the universe someday. Walking that tightrope can be painful indeed.

*But today is a fine day; he's walking it well.* Compared ta Blaine? Not a chance.

[wordsofwater]

He may well be a ravenous monster, a beast from the apocalypse. But he is also her friend. She's decidedly blinkered when it comes to Mordred.

"I'm not going to lie, I'm going to squeal if a ghost puts its hand on me. I don't care if I know it's really a man dressed up, this shit is scary."

[mordredeschain]

*And o! but he is grateful for it.*

I'm a tad less easy ta frighten, say true.

[wordsofwater]

She grins up at him, eyes full of happy anticipation of the ride. "Sometimes it's good to be deliciously frightened. I know it isn't really baddies so I can let myself get scared."

Real life doesn't work like that. The fear has to be turned into something useful, like running away quickly. Or slamming a wall of water into someone.

[mordredeschain]

Understandable, sai. False fear is certainly more fun than the real thing, though that may not be saying much.

[wordsofwater]

"Stay close, I need you to sit with me." She grabs tighter hold of his hand as the queue starts moving forward, keen to make sure that they get into a little car together for the ride on through the house of horrors.

[mordredeschain]

*He holds her hand as firmly as he can without hurting her, then leads the way to an empty car.*

[wordsofwater]

"this is exciting. I haven't been in ride like this since i was a kid." she says as the car starts to move forward. It goes through a curtain of thick strips of white fabric, dressed up to look like cobwebs. It brushes over her face and drags at her hair, then they are in the darkness beyond.

"That curtain is Not as cool as your cobwebs. just saying."

[mordredeschain]

They're certainly not very realistic, say true.

[wordsofwater]

"There's usually some plastic spiders hanging around and dangling from threads on the ceiling too, better watch out forrr AAAAAAAAAAAAAAGGGGGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!" she squeals, as they turn a corner and a pop up dummy of a zombie appears suddenly.

[mordredeschain]

*Mordred glares at the dummy hard enough that it's amazing it doesn't burst into flames. Otherwise he's not really affected.* I'm probably more frightenin' than all o' these things put together. Certainly more dangerous . . .

[wordsofwater]

"Oh absolutely. you are far more terrifying. Possibly the most terrifyingly fearful thing I have ever encountered." She readily agrees. She sees absolutely no conflict in him being dangerous and him being her friend. He is only dangerous to other people.

Or so she thinks.

[mordredeschain]

How very kind of you to say so.

*And she's mostly right! Just don't get stuck somewhere without food for a few days, his self-control isn't always the best.*

[wordsofwater]

Luckily they are currently in a very populated country in a very populated location. It wouldn't be good for either of them if he suddenly decided to eat her. He more than likely would win, but she would not go down without a fight. A water fight at that.

The little car continues its way along the rails, taking them deeper into the haunted house. pre-recorded screams play out over speakers.

[mordredeschain]

Those screams be less than realistic, don't ya think?

[wordsofwater]

Very.

This sets her off laughing. She's been around him enough times to hear when screams are for real.

[mordredeschain]

*That's probably not the best result of their friendship, but he'll take it if it makes her laugh like that.*

[wordsofwater]

The fact that she can accept his darker side, quite so easily speaks to a moral compass that does not point due north. It's true that Mordred does bring out the darker side of her. She can only hope that in return she brings out the lighter side of him.

[mordredeschain]

*He's certainly far happier than he was when he was alone.*

[wordsofwater]

So is she. Truth be told, although she has plenty of friends, she has never had a close friend like him before.

[mordredeschain]

Any idea what ya want ta do next, my friend?

[wordsofwater]

"Your choice next."

The inside of the haunted house is too dark to see. The car turns a sharp left, throwing them to the side before it turns an equally sharp right, throwing them back again. That's when the ghosts pop up.

[mordredeschain]

*Mordred seems more amused by the ghosts than anything, but then he's seen much worse.*

[wordsofwater]

The ghosts make Covey giggle. They are hilariously over the top, with flashing green eyes, flapping sheets and ghostly sounds of whooooooaaaaaaa.

"This is brilliant. So tacky."

[mordredeschain]

It certainly does amuse, aye. Far more than actual ghosts would . . .