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in_over_his_head posting in srwu Dec. 7th, 2015 01:45 am)[Another day, another calamity averted. With the situation now becalmed Calvin was taking the time to return to his on-base office, kick his legs up and continue preparing for Lagardia's eventual trial. It was for all intents and purposes slow going, but like a certain knight said - he made a vow, he needed to follow it. While he was leafing through among one of his planned statements his phone rang. He really should have been more worried when he answered it.]
Edwards Detective Agency. Inspector Calvin Eldred Edwards speaking.
"Hey Gumshoe! You doing alright?"
Eh... Same old, Same old Moira. Any reason why you're calling?
"Aside from checking on my favoritest littlest brother?"
Moira.
"Weeeeell... I was kind of hoping you could do me and Ansel a favor..."
[Calvin couldn't help but roll his eyes as he turns to put away the file and rifle among the rest of the pile.]
...Moira... please. the only favor you two ever ask me is-
[It was at this point he ceases everything he's doing as a look of alarm goes across his face.]
No.
"Yeeees."
Moira. No. I already told Mom, Dad and Lor what's already going on with me. And I'm pretty sure that means you and your husband should know exactly why I can't do this.
"They're already on their way Calvin."
Moira!!!
"It won't be that bad! Besides the kids really want to see you again and from what I heard the Unity Group's got kids there too! You'll be fine-. Oop! Gotta go! Thanks Gumshoe!"
-Click-
MOOOOIRAAAAAAAAA!!!!!
[1]
[When you next see Calvin, he isn't alone. You find him running around with a cheerily laughing kid on his shoulders. What is he running for you ask? Three very excitable children whom he is trying to get under control. His own expression however is VERY serious.]
Travis! Elliot! Stop running around! Its dangerous, you'll both get hurt-! Dana! No! Don't bother the cats!
[Scratch that, he's on the verge of freaking out.]
Moira I swear to god, when I have kids of my own I will have my revenge-GAAAH!
[And apparently in revenge for his niece bothering them, the members of Fl.Cl. that where hanging around launched themselves at his pant legs.]
[2a]
[Meanwhile in the Brig, the two Ancients remain surprisingly well behaved prisoners. Measures had been taken to ensure that they would not cause trouble... but it seemed to be unnecessary. Two weeks have passed since the Gate of Sorrow and they remain true to their word that they would willingly face judgement for all that they did.]
"..."
[Lagardia had for the most part had recomposed herself after the bittersweet parting with her parents. Though whenever one passes by her cell they could almost sense the perpetual discomfort and sense of loss that the ancient exuded. Often she could be seen fidgeting anxiously or burrowing deep into the large sleeves of her coat in an attempt to dull her senses to the world around her. Her meals fared no better, often being poked, prodded and flipped for an extended period of time before finally being eaten.]
[2b]
[In contrast though, Graeme seemed to be far more whole and at peace. As it turned out upon the death of the One Who Waits, the Archivist had recovered from the decay that had been affecting her, allowing her to remember her time as the Mystic Amber's mentor . Along with several choice texts to be translated, Calvin had also brought to Graeme a letter from his old master. Admittedly though that large egg he had next to him was a little concerning-]
-krk- -krlkrlk-
"Hm?... Finally hatched I see..."
'Grieeeek'
[Remember those massive ice spewing birds that the Court had? Apparently Graeme kept an egg of one. The hatchling itself was as small as a parrot and was currently awkwardly flopping about after pulling itself from the sundered shell. The Mage carefully guides it back to its feet after another awkward flop.]
Edwards Detective Agency. Inspector Calvin Eldred Edwards speaking.
"Hey Gumshoe! You doing alright?"
Eh... Same old, Same old Moira. Any reason why you're calling?
"Aside from checking on my favoritest littlest brother?"
Moira.
"Weeeeell... I was kind of hoping you could do me and Ansel a favor..."
[Calvin couldn't help but roll his eyes as he turns to put away the file and rifle among the rest of the pile.]
...Moira... please. the only favor you two ever ask me is-
[It was at this point he ceases everything he's doing as a look of alarm goes across his face.]
No.
"Yeeees."
Moira. No. I already told Mom, Dad and Lor what's already going on with me. And I'm pretty sure that means you and your husband should know exactly why I can't do this.
"They're already on their way Calvin."
Moira!!!
"It won't be that bad! Besides the kids really want to see you again and from what I heard the Unity Group's got kids there too! You'll be fine-. Oop! Gotta go! Thanks Gumshoe!"
-Click-
MOOOOIRAAAAAAAAA!!!!!
[1]
[When you next see Calvin, he isn't alone. You find him running around with a cheerily laughing kid on his shoulders. What is he running for you ask? Three very excitable children whom he is trying to get under control. His own expression however is VERY serious.]
Travis! Elliot! Stop running around! Its dangerous, you'll both get hurt-! Dana! No! Don't bother the cats!
[Scratch that, he's on the verge of freaking out.]
Moira I swear to god, when I have kids of my own I will have my revenge-GAAAH!
[And apparently in revenge for his niece bothering them, the members of Fl.Cl. that where hanging around launched themselves at his pant legs.]
[2a]
[Meanwhile in the Brig, the two Ancients remain surprisingly well behaved prisoners. Measures had been taken to ensure that they would not cause trouble... but it seemed to be unnecessary. Two weeks have passed since the Gate of Sorrow and they remain true to their word that they would willingly face judgement for all that they did.]
"..."
[Lagardia had for the most part had recomposed herself after the bittersweet parting with her parents. Though whenever one passes by her cell they could almost sense the perpetual discomfort and sense of loss that the ancient exuded. Often she could be seen fidgeting anxiously or burrowing deep into the large sleeves of her coat in an attempt to dull her senses to the world around her. Her meals fared no better, often being poked, prodded and flipped for an extended period of time before finally being eaten.]
[2b]
[In contrast though, Graeme seemed to be far more whole and at peace. As it turned out upon the death of the One Who Waits, the Archivist had recovered from the decay that had been affecting her, allowing her to remember her time as the Mystic Amber's mentor . Along with several choice texts to be translated, Calvin had also brought to Graeme a letter from his old master. Admittedly though that large egg he had next to him was a little concerning-]
-krk- -krlkrlk-
"Hm?... Finally hatched I see..."
'Grieeeek'
[Remember those massive ice spewing birds that the Court had? Apparently Graeme kept an egg of one. The hatchling itself was as small as a parrot and was currently awkwardly flopping about after pulling itself from the sundered shell. The Mage carefully guides it back to its feet after another awkward flop.]
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