WHO: James Holden and YOU WHAT: Catch-all for April WHEN: Fantasy April WHERE: The Gallows and Kirkwall, mostly, but around NOTES: Starters in the comments, lmk if you'd like something bespoke or feel free to drop in a wildcard.
Edgard eventually slows to a stop, breathing heavily. He turns to Holden.
"Why are we the ones running here? I don't know about you, but," He pulls his bow off his back. "I have a weapon and have shot and killed things bigger than geese."
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"No." He says to Holden. "I know how this works, this goose is going to say that we're the ones in danger. We should just walk away."
Edgard tries to take his own advice and spins on his heel in the other direction. He makes it about five strides before
HONKHONKHONKHONKHONKHONKHONKHONKHONKHONK
Edgard grips his ears and runs back toward Holden.
"We're surrounded!" He whimpers.
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drags a hand down his face. Like, sure, he can deal with this — but give him a second.
"What the fuck do you want?" he addresses the geese.
HONKHONK FOLLOW US
"I don't see how we have much of a choice," he admits to Edgard.
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He waits a moment and then grabs him by the crook of his arm.
"LET'S GO!" He bellows tearing after the noise, pulling his companion along.
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with the echoes of honking EVERYWHERE. Do the honks seem happier than before?? Maybe so.
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"Why are we the ones running here? I don't know about you, but," He pulls his bow off his back. "I have a weapon and have shot and killed things bigger than geese."
He notches an arrow.
"What do you say?"