dramatispersonae | Edmund's Heart

[ Cap shades his eyes with one hand, squinting to look down the paths as best he can. Then ... he cautiously begins to make his way down the middle one. ]

[ As you walk down the middle, the sounds of nature and the wilderness fade away, replaced with the echoing of industry and city. This place may seem more familiar to you than most. ]

[ That is if it wasn't pitch black by the time you arrive. ]

[ Really familiar, since he actually remembers being in London during the war - but damn is it dark here. He looks to the sky, scanning the horizon for planes. ]

[ Nothing so far. And yet the heavy silence is filled with hesitation, like when one holds one's breath waiting for the axe to fall. ]

[ The streets are strangely empty as well. ]

[ That's ... unnerving. Really unnerving. He carefully makes his way down the streets, looking for any sign of life. ]

Hello? Is anyone here?

[ No immediate answer. But there's a sense of being watched now. ]

[ cccarefully moving towards one of the buildings then. ]

Edmund?

[ A hand suddenly claps over your mouth and you're bodily dragged into the building. ]

[ whoops, dragged back. b-being very careful not to struggle because god knows he doesn't want to mess up Ed's heart. ]

-- Who's there?

You're the one calling me willy-nilly in the middle of the night.

[ A low quiet hiss, but at least it's familiar. You're dragged further until you're pulled behind yet another door inside the building, and then let go easily enough. ]

[ turns to look at him then ]

Edmund?

[ He shoots you a look, though this one is dressed in more familiar period clothes that look vaguely uncomfortable and not quite suited to him. ]

What are you doing wandering around calling out random names? Don't you know what's going to happen?

[ he glances up at the sky ]

I ... have a pretty good idea. Yeah.

[ He sighs. ]

Well what is it you're looking for anyways?

Honestly? I don't know. Not for sure.

[ rubs the back of his neck ]

I just know this wasn't a pleasant memory for him, and I'd like to help.

[ He's silent for a long time. ]

What do you want it to be like?

[ ... looks out at the sky ]

He felt weak, I think. Powerless. And that's not what he is.

[ He snorts. ]

In this place, I am.

[ In the distance, a siren begins to wail. ]

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Why? Because you're being attacked?

Because there's nothing that can be done about it.

[ He almost growls, but gestures urgently as he pulls out a flashlight and starts heading off deeper into the building. ]

[ another glance back at the sky, then hurries after him ]

Not about the attack, no. But there are other things.

Like what?

[ His tone is impatient and stubbornly disbelieving. He stops near the back and pulls back a rug, revealing a trap door in the floor. ]

[ Man this is surreal. He remembers this time period, but not this thing specifically ... ]

Your family is here, aren't they?

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[ His eyes flick up to you quickly before he busies himself with opening the trap door. ]

No. It's just me.

[ offering to help lift open ]

But I thought - in the memory, you mentioned they were all here.

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