[...A ghost finds Edward, as the sun's going down. It's a very upset young woman. The locket she got as a gift from her sister was stolen. She doesn't ask, but it's obvious she wants it returned.
So he goes to look for it.
It's no surprise it turns up somewhere bad. The ghost, to her credit, is worried. She doesn't want him to go in just for this locket, it's important but not so important, it's too dangerous, it isn't worth it. And Edward ▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓
He goes in.
It isn't his greatest decision, maybe. Even he knows that much. He would've done this differently, otherwise. He's had to steal for ghosts before, but he knows how to do it well. These people aren't anything special, either. Just a few stupid guys who think they can make it here without joining up with a gang. It would've been easy, if he'd taken his time.
He promised Oswald he'd be careful. And he fully intended to be. It isn't a conscious decision. It doesn't... even feel like he can hold himself back, it just... happens.
It ends up with a punch to the face and the gut and then with him knocked over in the alley outside, before he's lifted up and slammed against the wall.
It's three guys. One holding Edward, and two standing on either side. Surrounded.]
"You must have some sort of death wish, pal, trying to steal from us! Huh?!"
[Idly, Edward feels something cold against his cheek and a sharp... pain?
▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓ a knife.
That's bad. He knows that much, intellectually, but somehow... it doesn't... feel like it matters.
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So he goes to look for it.
It's no surprise it turns up somewhere bad. The ghost, to her credit, is worried. She doesn't want him to go in just for this locket, it's important but not so important, it's too dangerous, it isn't worth it. And Edward ▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓
He goes in.
It isn't his greatest decision, maybe. Even he knows that much. He would've done this differently, otherwise. He's had to steal for ghosts before, but he knows how to do it well. These people aren't anything special, either. Just a few stupid guys who think they can make it here without joining up with a gang. It would've been easy, if he'd taken his time.
He promised Oswald he'd be careful. And he fully intended to be. It isn't a conscious decision. It doesn't... even feel like he can hold himself back, it just... happens.
It ends up with a punch to the face and the gut and then with him knocked over in the alley outside, before he's lifted up and slammed against the wall.
It's three guys. One holding Edward, and two standing on either side. Surrounded.]
"You must have some sort of death wish, pal, trying to steal from us! Huh?!"
[Idly, Edward feels something cold against his cheek and a sharp... pain?
▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓ a knife.
That's bad. He knows that much, intellectually, but somehow... it doesn't... feel like it matters.
None of this...
it....
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