[Mordred, the Knight of Rebellion and Saber of Red in this bizarre Holy Grail war she had been summoned into, glared irritably at the remains of the umpteenth crystalline mosquito she had smacked off of her bare arms and legs since she arrived. It was bad enough in this place without the mosquitos, but the pests were just enough to push her close to the edge.
Only. Close.
Scoffing irritably, she trudged through the barren landscape in search of something helpful-- food, water, whatever. And it wasn't helping that she was starting to lose feeling in her sword arm...]
Ah, sheesh! [She scoffed loudly, stopping to glare like an irritable cat at the endless horizon of dayglow pinks and purples.]
What does a person have to do to get a drink around here?!
Camp Nowhere - E
[She was hungry. She was thirsty. She was mad, and the little plastic baggies ambiguously labelled 'edible' were taunting everyone who had gathered around. Tired of listening to everyone go back and forth over whether or not to actually try them, Mordred pushed her way to the front of the gathering.]
Those baggies-- gimme one. I'll try.
[With her Servant anatomy, there were few things that could hurt her-- and she was just hungry and thirsty enough that she was willilng to eat sand if that was what it took to sate her desires.]
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Mordred | Fate/Apocrypha | OTA
The fuck?
[Mordred, the Knight of Rebellion and Saber of Red in this bizarre Holy Grail war she had been summoned into, glared irritably at the remains of the umpteenth crystalline mosquito she had smacked off of her bare arms and legs since she arrived. It was bad enough in this place without the mosquitos, but the pests were just enough to push her close to the edge.
Only. Close.
Scoffing irritably, she trudged through the barren landscape in search of something helpful-- food, water, whatever. And it wasn't helping that she was starting to lose feeling in her sword arm...]
Ah, sheesh! [She scoffed loudly, stopping to glare like an irritable cat at the endless horizon of dayglow pinks and purples.]
What does a person have to do to get a drink around here?!
Camp Nowhere - E
[She was hungry. She was thirsty. She was mad, and the little plastic baggies ambiguously labelled 'edible' were taunting everyone who had gathered around. Tired of listening to everyone go back and forth over whether or not to actually try them, Mordred pushed her way to the front of the gathering.]
Those baggies-- gimme one. I'll try.
[With her Servant anatomy, there were few things that could hurt her-- and she was just hungry and thirsty enough that she was willilng to eat sand if that was what it took to sate her desires.]
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