It's late, and Agravain's out wandering. He deals with Mansion life fairly well, all things considered, but today is one of those days where he feels bored and restless. So he's grabbed his sword and gone walking out into the dark. Maybe he'll run into someone he can cut up into pieces for no apparent reason. He's in that kind of a mood ( Read more... )

It's a perfectly lovely day outside, and if Medraut's out and about, he likely won't notice anything amiss. Not at first. It's quiet except for some distant birdsong and the sighing of the breeze, and there's no one else around.

No one who's actually alive, that is ( Read more... )

Agravain has never been one to hide himself away when he's upset. Which is why he's on the front porch, under the verandah, sitting slumped against the side of the Mansion. It's one of the most public places he could find. He has a bottle of something alcoholic in one hand (he didn't check to see what it was, and he's not in the right state of mind ( Read more... )

Well, now he's pissed. Typist willing, he'll lurch forward suddenly and swing a flaming arm at Millicent's head.

Continued from here. I would suggest an Agravain-Millicent-Merlin order, if the other typists are agreeable?