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Post by clouds just clouds on Apr 27, 2014 17:46:46 GMT -8
Edmund's hard face softened. He glanced at Cyril. "I suppose it's no worse than taking lives for a living..." He said this quietly to himself. Hell, he didn't even need to continue to take jobs. He could retire now and be good for a ketsuki lifetime. In some twisted way, it made him feel closer to his father, he supposed. "Cyril, they'll tag you down before you even get near any boats. I can get you to a new land, if you want, maybe Letha or something, to make sure they're off your trail. I don't like saying please. Don't make me say it." His face was harsh, and his voice no different, but he felt an extreme duty to protect Cyril and Xan. He supposed he protected them because he couldn't protect who he really wanted to. And he lost someone who he hadn't protected. Pain jarred through him. How long had he been sober?
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Post by Dina Doo on Apr 27, 2014 19:00:27 GMT -8
The prostitute thought for a moment but it didn't take long for him to understand that Edmund probably had more sense than he did in areas such as these. He didn't know anything and that ignorance could get him killed or worse, it could get Xan killed. Even the thought of harm coming to his daughter made the feathers of his wings ruffle. "A-alright," the finally said, closing his eyes again as he was still exhausted. "I-I guess we can do that.." But quickly, he added, "B-but I can't go to Letha. N-not there." Dina doesn't even know about Letha anymore or if Cyril is still related to its dictator/ruler.. But poor Cyril, he'd have to leave the clients he already had and would have to set up in a whole new market. Being an independent prostitute, and someone young at that, was bad when it came to pimps. Seriously. "T-thank you.."
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Post by clouds just clouds on Apr 27, 2014 19:48:52 GMT -8
A frown pressed Edmund's lips. "No, don't thank me yet." Reaching for his third metal leg, he used it to help himself stand. He felt forty years older than his age, and ain screeched through him. Somehow,he managed to keep his face void of emotion. For a few split moments, he remembered himself covering Cyril. The memory trickled away, and he watched Cyril with curiosity, as if the boy had the answers to everything Edmund didn't know about himself. "We should go find that safe house, and then decide what land to go to. Era, Adalinda, and Letha are all crossed off. So it's either Eloria or Calder." He held out a hand to help Cyril stand. "And you can rest."
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Post by Dina Doo on Apr 28, 2014 4:03:41 GMT -8
(Aren't they in Eloria? LOL Idk)
Cyril carefully shuffled Xan, if he could, under his bad arm so he could reach up to take Edmund's hand. Perhaps he pulled himself up, his face contorting in pain for a moment before it faded away. "N-no, but I can still thank you for bringing back the stuff I'd lost.. A-and for helping me back there even though you'd been injured." His cheeks heated with shame but he decided to stop there. He could have kept going, by thanking Edmund for caring but Cyril wasn't so sure of the man so he held his tongue. Instead, he just asked a question. "D-did you want to go now or are we staying here for now?" Cyril the awkward turtle.
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Post by clouds just clouds on Apr 28, 2014 13:48:17 GMT -8
(Well, fuck)
Edmund pulled Cyril up till he stood and he perked up a brow. "We're not staying. I don't like the nurses here. If they call me your father one more time I'm going to shoot myself." He paused his advance towards the doors. "Again." A frown fell on his lips, and then his eyes flickered over to Cyril. "Considering what I've done with my life, it was, is, the least I could do." He limped towards the door and shouldered out of it.
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Post by Dina Doo on Apr 28, 2014 17:10:18 GMT -8
Cyril thought about saying more but he dropped the conversation, leaving Edmund at that. Instead of following the gunman right away, the young prostitute hung back for a moment. His mind questioned his quick decision into allowing Edmund to help him. However, when his gaze fell to his daughter, Cyril knew this was the right choice; it didn't matter as long as he could keep Xan safe. He started after Edmund, holding his daughter close to him. "W-we'll be alright, Xanny," he whispered quietly to her, more or less trying to convince himself.
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Post by clouds just clouds on Apr 28, 2014 22:29:43 GMT -8
Xan watched her father sleepily. Edmund walked to the counter and managed to check both of them out without any problem. When that was done, he glanced to make sure Cyril was fine. Deciding Cyril would be okay, he walked to the doors. "I think I can get a hold of a healer. I know a few. I'll bring her to the room so she can heal you. Do you have any idea where you want to go?" Edmund's heart pounded. Where were his sons? Era? Calder? He frowned at himself. Why should he care?
"Grandpa," Xan yawned and sucked on her thumb.
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Post by Dina Doo on Apr 29, 2014 4:44:10 GMT -8
Of course, Cyril followed him. "I-I don't know," he stammered, regarding Edmund's question. "I-I've never been to the other lands, just Letha and Eloria. A-and even then, I've only been in certain areas." Poor Cyril, so young and lost. He felt bad that Edmund had to carry all the extra baggage, that included himself. "W-where could we go that we'd be safer than we are here?"
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Post by clouds just clouds on Apr 29, 2014 14:30:47 GMT -8
Edmund nodded to himself. "I've been around. We could hide in Era because there isn't much technology, but that can be a bit of a pain. Calder also has that war going on." He frowned and glanced back at forth. "This way." He walked along the sidewalk, heading down the street, assuming that they left the hospital.
(Where should they go?)
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Post by Dina Doo on Apr 29, 2014 18:06:43 GMT -8
(they could go to Era, if you want, idk. XD )
Like a little duckling, Cyril continued to follow after Edmund. Like a nervous animal, he glanced around anxiously, afraid trouble would find them before they could find a safe place to hide. But he was still wondering how he'd be able to make money in Era. Or what he'd do when Edmund stopped being his guard. He swayed on his feet. Cyril realized that he was too exhausted to worry about events that seemed irrelevant at the moment. "M-maybe we can go to Era? T-the limited technology doesn't sound bad.. C-compared to a war at least.."
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