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First Triskele ∴ Video

[There is little point to this being video as Mordred's hood conceals most of his face, though it is not clear if that is intentional or if the hood is just naturally many sizes too big for a child who is a size that would be considered quite small. More likely he's just unfamiliar with how to communicate via this...object...to begin with, but with a small grave frown set deeply on his mouth he shall try.]

I seek a woman named Regina.

[The corner of his lip falters and he pauses, wishing he had his magic, he could have called out to her in his own way, with his telepathy, instead of with this plea that left him open and dependent on the mercy of others.]

Please tell me where she is.

[He curls in on himself a little, revealing that he is tucked somewhere behind women's dresses, specifically Morgana's dresses, where they hang in her room, should you recognize the lady's wardrobe.]

Please.

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[This isn't an uncomfortable conversation at all. Samantha didn't know Mordred had even met Regina, and she hadn't really caught the connection that Regina had with Merlin and Arthur, other than that she hadn't trusted Merlin that night. She glanced at the feed and replied. even as she did so, though, she was forced to reflect that she really was sticking her neck out a lot more these days.

She wasn't sure if she was concerned, annoyed or pleased about that.]

She got hurt about a week ago. I think she's ok, but we haven't spoken since then much. She'll probably see your message and get back to you when she can.

You ok, kid?

[Mordred shifted amongst the folds of one of the dresses, frown deepening at the news and eyes widening as his face presses forward into the light]

...hurt?

It's not something you should worry about. If you really want to know, you can ask her yourself, but I don't think it's my place to tell you. She wouldn't appreciate it.

[She probably wouldn't even like Sam telling him that she'd been hurt.]

But, like I said, she should be ok now.

Are you her friend?

[He remembers you, Sam, but as you did not know that Mordred had met Regina, he too has been aware that you two know each other, that perhaps in the course of that day he encountered friends.]

We're... complicated. We suffer a similar problem. It has made it hard for us to talk sometimes, but we have tried to help each other in the past. I don't really understand her that well, but I don't think many people do.

She is a good person, though, even if she can be a little scary at times.

[Way to understate the facts Sam. She was still terrified of Regina after a fashion.]

There are people who would say I am scary.

[Though destiny might claim with good reason]

Really? Could have fooled me, though I knew a woman who looked like a little kid. Hundreds of years old. Appearances can be deceiving. But you don't go psychotic on people or have fangs and claws, so if you're scary, it's in a different sort of way.

[There is a small shake of his head]

I have not fangs nor claws.

So, then, I know why I scare people. That whole demon side of me's not exactly pleasant and the claws and fangs don't help. What makes you scary?

....

[He peeks out from behind a dress]

You are a demon?

Heh, I should remember that, just because I have horns and a tail doesn't mean everyone recognizes that. I'm half, not full, demon.

Then you are child of human and demon?

My dad was an incubus, yeah. ... [She almost opened her mouth for the standard warning, but decided at least for now to forego it. They were going to find her, surprise her and lock her up, after all. That would hopefully take care of things if her own work didn't pan out.]

That is a word I do not know.

[She got uncomfortable. She didn't like discussing types of demons, least of all incubi and succubi. Sighing, she brushed her hand through her hair and looked away from the camera angle.]

It's a type of demon that's focused on temptations, usually sexual ones. They mate with people they've tempted and most of the time they consume their souls. Sometimes the person survives and ... well, something like me happens.

[Sure he might be looking for someone else, but Will notices he's hiding. Well, that's strange.]

What are you hiding from?

[Everyone keeps asking him that. Asking him for a specific thing, a specific reason to hide. Why? Did no one else understand that existence itself is sometimes enough of a reason to be hiding? That it is now Mordred's very nature to hide for hiding's sake because a druid should and must hide to see the dawn of another day? ]

I am a druid

[Is his quiet answer]

[He just stares at the boy. Merlin was his childhood friend, why would this bother him. Maybe the fact that he was so young startled him at first, but he leaned closer to the camera.]

It's understandable why you would hide back in our world, but you don't have to here.

It's okay.

[He just hoped Merlin wasn't having to hide still from Arthur.]

The others know, right?

[He still a moment before he nods]

Yes. They all know. The lady Morgana...and Arthur saved me once....from Uther.

No child should have to be afraid and hide themselves.

[When he hears Arthur's name he cracks a small smile.]

He's a little odd isn't he?

Should any person?

[Is he an exception because he is a child?]

....Arthur Pendragon is hard to understand.

[Bruce is not really sure how to handle this, but, he can't just let some poor defenseless kid hide in somebody's closet freaking out.]

I can try. Why don't you, uh, tell me her full name, if you know what it is?

I do not know it...or if that was not her full name.

What do you want of her?

[It comes as an surprise how heated his reaction to the question is; what does this boy want from her? Assuming he means Gwen, and he knows of no other woman in the city that goes by "Regina".

The question is too odd; he cannot trust it. Especially not when it is posed by someone who looks so harmless, it is hard to believe that there is nothing behind that. Why does he not adress her directly, if he wants to speak to her...

and then a second thought hits. Bran knows that he was gone for a long while, and he hasn't been back for more than a day, in which he tried to catch up with things as well as possible, but...

what if something happened to Gwen while he was gone?]

I wish to know where she is.

[He frowns more.]

I have said that already.

There are many reasons why you could want to know that, that yield different actions.

You ask me with no face and no voice, and so give me no reason to tell you more.

[The voice on the other end is young, slightly deeper than a child's voice yet not even starting to mature yet. Late developer.

He has reasons to not show his face, that still apply here though to a much lesser extent. It is still curious to him to not be the only one without colour in skin and hair.]

Then let's make a trade. You turn.

Regina showed me kindness... she is of people such as my own.... those are my reasons for wishing to find her.

[Such as his own?

He almost switches to video right then and there, but refrains from it for another moment, because-]

You don't look anything like her. [There is no reason that he can see why he should lie about something like that, but it just sounds weird, for a half-demon to look perfectly human. Unless he meant something else.]

Not all druids look the same.

[Ah, that part.

Then it is only well that he did not change the mode of communication.]

Are you from the same world? [She never mentioned anyone, but then there would have been no reason, unless they used to be very close back home.]

Her land is one separate from my own, the land of Albion.

[So that is where he is from... not that it really answers the question, but it is enough. Even answers that aren't direct can answer things.]

I assume that you have tried to reach her through the network and checked the forest?

I have only just arrived here...I do not like to leave this house...

[He is afraid.]

[Considering how he spoke about Gwen, there should be no negative reaction to Bran's own appearance - and if there is, he'd rather have it now than in person. Plus it is the least and only thing that he can do to soothe the other boy's anxiety-

so he switches to video. The screen now shows boy of just fourteen years, his face showing no signs of manhood yet. Eyes hidden behind dark sunglasses, there is no colour in him: Hair and skin are white, just like Gwenhwyfar's, his clothes a contrast of dark black.

Neither posture nor facial expression betraying anything, he calmly offers:] I can take you there.

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