Scott Morgan ◊ Mordred

( Charlotte )

( Camelot )

( Cells )

( Reconnaissance )

( Daniel )

( Tatiana )

( Guy )

It's impressive how people manage to work and have their families and all our reincarnate issues and still have lives. I used to, I'm fairly certain, but I seem to have forgotten how. The reincarnate is taking some of our new responsibilities much too seriously, it's just not worth it to argue with him sometimes though. Tell me, there is still life outside, right? Someone give me an update. Do people still dance? Do birds still sing? Do people still post over-dramatic complaints about their lives here? I must know!

( Camelot )

( Daniel )

Saturday I go and get some tattoos to match my reincarnate's. Sunday I stop noticing the usual commentary and advice from him. This doesn't mean we've completely assimilated or something, does it? Because that was definitely not my intention.

I'm going home away back to Tokyo for a week. I have a flat to clear out, as well as some business transfers to take care of, though Goddess knows they've done well enough without this meddling gaijin getting in the way the past few weeks. Most importantly, I have my poor neko to retrieve. She's is going to give me hell for leaving her with Chiyo for so long, I just know it.

Try not to destroy anything big while I'm gone? (I'm looking at you, family). Good? Good. Ciao.

I just have to say, today we have learned that I look fabulous in purple. Also, that I'm depressingly out of practice with a sword. Those two points aren't actually related. And the second one isn't supposed to be an innuendo. Although now that we mention it.

I've been putting off doing this ever since my father died, but honestly I've had enough of secrets. Some of you already know, from our reality jumping. Some of you will be either freaked out or pissed off. Most of you won't give a shit. You last group are my favorites.

So, here it is.

I'm not Gawain. I never was.

I'm Mordred, son of Morgaine and Aurthur, destroyer of Camelot. We could stand to be a lot less proud of that, you know.

Okay. Commence being awkward.

Not the best occasion for a homecoming, but I'll take what I can get. It's been years since I've been back in England, or on the boards. A lot of things have changed. Some things haven't.

So now the real important question is, who missed me?

( So I will be drunk! Let it be. I drink to death, and dishonour. )