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[muckspout]

WHO: Edgard and YOU
WHAT: I'm doing the catch-all thing too
WHEN: Now-ish, post-Murderhaus and Satinalia
WHERE: Various places
NOTES: Open to all unless otherwise specified. Post-murderhaus stuff might have murdery discussions

All prompts in comments! Feel three to throw wildcards in here if you so desire. I love you.

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Infirmary, Post-Murderhaus

[muckspout]

Edgard will turn up in the infirmary with a gaping bleeding wound in his dominant shoulder that will need healing. It is much worse than it should be because he didn't stop when he should and allow someone to heal him. As he is healing, he is put out that he cannot do the only thing he's good at, archery. He seems much quieter than usual and you might catch him looking out the window, just staring.

Sad Birthday

[muckspout]

On a very specific day in Firstfall sometime in the middle of the day, one will find Edgard sitting in the middle of the garden with two empty wine bottles next to him. He opens a bottle and fills up a cup, drinks it down. He fills up another, drinks it down. He's on his third cup when someone approaches.

"What do you want?" He snaps.

Post-Satinalia

[muckspout]

The kitchens have been missing a number of items and put out signs begging for their return. Someone might witness him looking both ways and casually tearing down these signs while whistling. Perhaps, you received a kitchen item they're asking for as a gift. Maybe you just put two and two together that Edgard stole stuff for his gifts.

Closed to Benedict

[muckspout]

Over the past month, the mornings have been the same. Edgard awakes first and gets dressed and inevitably yells "up!" at Benedict who stumbles off to training. But, on a very specific day in November, Edgard will be in bed blankets over his head long after the sun has risen.

[altusimperius]

This feels like a trap.
So used to the schedule by now that he's actually awakened by the absence of Edgard yelling, Benedict sits up, blinks confusedly, and looks over to the man-shaped lump in the adjacent bed.

"Edgard?"

Maybe he died.

makes my OWN PROMPT like a REBEL

[lumelume]

(tw: offscreen animal abuse)

It's a cold, dingy night in Lowtown, and amidst the hustle and bustle of the city's sounds there comes a series of frantic, high-pitched barks. It's drowned out before long by a cacophony of other barks, lower and at times more fearsome in tone, and the residents of the neighborhood complain under their breath about that fucking kennel: it's where the fighting dogs are kept, and the slightest disturbance can make them all lose their minds.

The first dog quiets down amidst the mayhem, and anyone listening more closely can hear the angry shouting of the kennel keeper before he slams the door and ostensibly goes back to bed.

[muckspout]

The lump hasn't moved or stirred. The lump is also not snoring, so the lump is probably not sleeping. It doesn't respond to Benedict.

The lump might as well be dead.

[altusimperius]

Benedict's heart twinges with fear. No reaction, no sound. What if he's actually did? Bene has seen dead bodies before, but only in the worst moments of his life.

He sits on the edge of his own bed and uses one long leg to prod gently at Edgard's back.

[murderbaby]

Mhavos is also in the infirmary, paging through several books he's gotten someone or other to bring him. He's also struggling with staying awake-- they gave him something heady for the pain, and he very much hates it.

Edgard seems awake, if forlornly.

Mhavos picks up a stylus and throws it at Edgard. Were he in a better state, it would smack Edgard squarely on the head. As it is, the stylus lands in Edgard's lap.

[poleaxed]

Jone likes to wander the grounds because they're pretty, the sort of pretty that feels like a prison. The dissonance is... fun, in a dangerous sort of way, which is to her the most fun.

She catches sight of Edgard, clearly soused, and answers honestly, "fantastic riches. You?"

Rebel, Rebel, you've torn your dress

[muckspout]

Edgard, noted animal lover, has been occasionally feeding stray dogs around Lowtown. (Not chicken, he learned his lesson) So, he notices when some of them start going missing. It wasn't until today that he saw what was happening and followed someone who had trapped a familiar dog to this kennel.

He waits until he sees a light go out, before he quickly and quietly slips in. He smiles. It feels good to be back to his breaking and entering ways.

[lumelume]

The occasional bark still breaks the silence of the yard, but it's a happier sound, the smell of a familiar and friendly presence to many of the dogs. There's whining and claws scraping at the bars of cages, the fighting dogs knowing little about the rules of subterfuge.

Down at the end of the row of cages is a much subtler clicking sound, human fingers dragging furtively at what they can reach of the latch, to little avail: there isn't an opening large enough to accommodate a whole hand, and the man inside is sitting rather uncomfortably folded up in an enclosure barely big enough for a medium-sized dog to turn around.

[muckspout]

Edgard twitches and slaps the leg away. He makes a grumbling noise and then buries himself further into the blankets.

He's alive, it seems.

[altusimperius]

"Are you sick?"

He pokes at him again, with the same foot.

[acreage]

"Easy."

He holds up both hands, pausing near where Edgard sits. He sounds more or less unruffled, though.

"I was just passing through."

[muckspout]

Edgard starts a little at the stylus landing in his lap. He turns from the window to look at Mhavos.

"Is this a gift or are you trying to injure me further?"

If it's a joke, it's pretty halfhearted.

[muckspout]

Edgard blinks a little, registering first that it is Jone and second that she answered his question.

"Doesn't matter what I want." He grumps. "Not that, though."

He drinks a cup down again.

[muckspout]

Edgard's eyes widen when he realizes there is a human man in a cage and quickly runs towards it. He inhales deeply when he recognizes the man.

"Mado?" What sort of place is this? He quickly pulls at the latch. "Can you get out? H-how?" His mouth gapes open. He is in shock and looks around at the cages to check. All dogs.

[muckspout]

A hand sneaks out from the blankets and slaps the foot again.

"Stop poking me, Benedict."

The blankets growl. Edgard curses inwardly. Of all the days for Benedict to actually wake up!

[muckspout]

Edgard looks up to see Holden and his gruffness abruptly exits.

"Oh." He says stupidly. "Good to see you moving about." Edgard slurs. There is a brief pause and Edgard moves to pour himself another glass, hiccuping.

[lumelume]

The latch comes open easily, as it's made to contain someone with paws, and Mado gently nudges the door open with his foot before slinking out and unfolding into a standing position with a decidedly sheepish expression.

"Hello Edgard!" he says, hands in his pockets, his classic smile coming a little late for once. "My, this is-- well there's an explanation,"

He doesn't seem eager to give it.

[altusimperius]

Benedict thinks about it, considers his options deeply. He could take his foot away, leave Edgard alone, and go about his business.

But this is a person who has been barking him awake for weeks, and that doesn't seem fair somehow. So instead, he adds his second foot, bracing his arms on his own bed and stretching his legs to begin levering Edgard out of position.

"Not being lazy, are you?" he asks with dull amusement.

[muckspout]

Edgard is even more alarmed by his cheery demeanor.

"Are you hurt? Who did this? What the fuck?"

[lumelume]

"Well," Mado stalls, taking a moment to scratch the back of his head (which almost certainly has fleas at this point), "what would you say if I told you this isn't the first time it's happened?"

Now there's a smile, but it's a guilty, ingratiating one. "...getting out was easier this time?"

[muckspout]

Edgard suddenly getting scooted off his bed, hangs onto the edge, and hits both of Benedict's legs hard.

"Just leave me alone." He sounds miserable rather than angry.