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[So a few hours after this little mess happens, the village signposts are very much in disarray. Either they've been flung around and broken or left on the side of the path, pointing in any direction they like. Normally this would not be a problem.
Unfortunately for Edward, who has no sense of direction anymore, this pretty much means that he can't find his way home from the Battle Dome. He's been wandering around for hours now, and he's getting rather desperate.
Thus, you might stumble upon a rather pathetic looking man sitting by the side of the road, glaring at a broken signpoint. This can be anywhere. Literally anywhere. Even pretty close to the plaza, where he ought to be able to see his house.
...Yes he is that bad. Please point the poor man in the right direction.
Aaaaand at some point he is going to get into a bitchfit with a [Bad username or site: moezuo title= @ livejournal.com] and get, quite literally, punched out of his clothes. Enjoy a nude Edward flying through the air and crashing through House 47's roof, Luceti.]
Unfortunately for Edward, who has no sense of direction anymore, this pretty much means that he can't find his way home from the Battle Dome. He's been wandering around for hours now, and he's getting rather desperate.
Thus, you might stumble upon a rather pathetic looking man sitting by the side of the road, glaring at a broken signpoint. This can be anywhere. Literally anywhere. Even pretty close to the plaza, where he ought to be able to see his house.
...Yes he is that bad. Please point the poor man in the right direction.
Aaaaand at some point he is going to get into a bitchfit with a [Bad username or site: moezuo title= @ livejournal.com] and get, quite literally, punched out of his clothes. Enjoy a nude Edward flying through the air and crashing through House 47's roof, Luceti.]
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Date: 2011-06-05 03:56 am (UTC)I think this one went here. [ and he jams it in.
it's bent.
... welp. it's pointing skyward now. ]
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Date: 2011-06-05 04:23 am (UTC)Something's not right here. 8|]
Hey, you there! What are you doing!?
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Date: 2011-06-05 04:59 am (UTC)he jerks a thumb toward the sign. ]
Puttin' it back.
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Date: 2011-06-07 04:32 am (UTC)[And why the heck can't you put it back properly!?]
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Date: 2011-06-07 04:45 am (UTC)Yeah. [ this is very much a what of it tone. ]
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Date: 2011-06-05 04:00 am (UTC)And she thought she was the only person who came through the roof. She certainly makes a lot less mess, though. Really, Edward.]
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Date: 2011-06-05 04:32 am (UTC)And hey, at least he has underwear.]
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Date: 2011-06-06 04:33 am (UTC)Are you all right?
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Date: 2011-06-07 04:41 am (UTC)...Wait a minute. Cracking an eye open now.]
...Katie?
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Date: 2011-06-07 05:18 am (UTC)(no subject)
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Date: 2011-06-05 01:18 pm (UTC)What are you doing on this end of town?
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Date: 2011-06-07 04:47 am (UTC)Oh, I- ...nothing. Just sitting.
[Well. He's lost, but he's not about to freely admit that right now.]
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Date: 2011-06-07 04:50 am (UTC)Kind of an odd place to sit, I think. There's not as much this side of town.
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Date: 2011-06-07 09:11 pm (UTC)no subject
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Date: 2011-06-06 08:02 am (UTC)And then a man in armor walks by. She turns to him, curiously- oh! The one who made her the earrings]
Edward?
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Date: 2011-06-07 04:53 am (UTC)Oh, Miss Charlotte. Good afternoon.
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Date: 2011-06-07 08:54 pm (UTC)[Because she can't think of another particularly good reason for someone to be out here]
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Date: 2011-06-07 09:13 pm (UTC)[Why does he have a feeling he's going the wrong direction again?]
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Date: 2011-06-08 06:26 pm (UTC)[She taps her cheek now, thinking] It's pretty neat the mountains too.
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Date: 2011-06-07 01:00 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2011-06-07 09:05 pm (UTC)And shortly thereafter he's flying naked in the air again, with the words, "I HATE VIOLENCE!" ringing in his ears, and as he starts to drop, Edward can't help but think that maybe that bastard should just be left alone.
That was all the time he had to think before he crashed through the roof - again - and landed in a different room altogether. Hello again, sweet concussion. And is that... water...?]
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Date: 2011-06-08 12:35 am (UTC)Yeah. He's going with SCREAM.]
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Date: 2011-06-08 12:50 am (UTC).....
and he'd recognize that redhead anywhere, any time, any day, even when he's flat on his back and only half-visible through the steam and the bleary eyes of a man who needs ten pounds of ice on his head.
He just landed on Lord Sigmund in the shower.
Stammering apologizes that sound perfectly clear in his mind but probably just end up making him look like a blubbering idiot, he attempts to get off and out of the tub, in the process slipping, tumbling head over heels, and smacking his head on the lip of the toilet. Still blubbering. Now bleeding.
Worst. Day. Ever.]
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Date: 2011-06-08 01:32 am (UTC)Sigmund ignores Ed's gibbering for the moment - but not what should be his own considerable pain; he has never been so glad to not feel things - to clamber up and snatch his towel. He doesn't bother trying to dry off, just wraps it around his waist and goes to grab Edward by the arm to drag him out of here.
Fun fact: tile floors are slippery when wet.
Second fun fact: feeling pain and seeing stars are entirely unrelated phenomena. Who knew?]
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