Where is Ed?
Jan 8, 2017 20:34:53 GMT
Post by Sleuth on Jan 8, 2017 20:34:53 GMT
((idk if this is gonna be considered canon or not, but for now this is canon in my head))
Ed had remembered to charge her phone that night, after ‘helping’ Olem get Aurora safely to her room. There were approximately 15 gazillion texts from her dad about the Quantum whats-its explosion, which started out as linking to the news page about it and questions, and ended with demands she call them, right now. There was no way Ed could call her parents when she was still more dog than person -- she’d slur something trying to get it out around her newly sharp teeth and only convince her parents she was mortally injured. They’d drive down to London in their little Mitsubishi, breaking every speed record, and arrive only to see their daughter bore an uncanny resemblance to a pet.
Ed mashed her phone into her cheek as she considered her options. She couldn’t keep not phoning them, and texts could only get her so far. Did anyone she know have shapeshifting powers? It was a weird thought, prompted by an even weirder week, and she really considered it before dismissing the idea. She would work something out, she needed to get more heads, split the problem between multiple brains.
Ed took a step out of her room and was immediately confronted with the person who lived across from her, the one who’d run like their arse was on fire when they’d spotted her the other day. Today they had friends with them.
“That’s them!” they yelled, pointing at Ed unnecessarily. The campus security advanced at her and grabbed her around the arms. And that’s how Ed ended up in the administration block, sat in a cracked plastic seat, with half a dozen more or less human-looking students sat with her. There were at least a couple of them with skin more... brightly coloured than she was used to seeing in real life. One guy had another arm, which seemed to have a life of his own, and a girl seemed to have a multitude of tails.
The boy sitting next to her had horns, and pointy ears, and skin dusted with gold. He was very pretty, in a severe kind of way, and would probably have been prettier if he hadn’t been scowling at the opposite wall like it had slighted his mother. Ed couldn’t focus on him, or anything. Her phone was still blowing up with texts from her parents, vacillating between frantic and utterly furious. Her leg wouldn’t stop bouncing, she was gnawing on her claws, her ears were flat against her head. And she was stuck waiting here until someone in the office at the end of the corridor decide she was next.
“This is bullshit,” the beautiful boy beside her said. “I’m not a criminal, and I’m definitely not lying about who I am.”
“Who are you?” Ed said before she could think better.
“Isaac Henrikson,” he mumbled, sinking down further in his chair. “They say they’re giving us ID so people know who we are, so we don’t get -- I don’t know, locked up. But that’s hardly the truth, is it?They’re just sticking us here so we don’t scare the other students.” He glanced over at Ed and she could already tell, by the way his eyes glanced her up and down; she knew what was coming. “Or have them think the campus is a petting zoo.”
“Shut your mouth,” Ed growled. She got out of her chair and stalked a couple of steps away. When Olem said it, it grated. When this kid said it, she wanted to punch his lights out. She whirled around at him. “I’m not a dog. My name is Edwina Malone, and if you make another petting zoo joke at me again, I’ll shut your damn mouth for you.”
Several pairs of eyes blinked at her, in a variety of interesting shades. The boy had gold eyes, like Ed, and he gave her a considering look. “You’re not a dog anymore than I’m a criminal, so why are we here, waiting for them to tag us like we’re something exotic?” Ed snarled, like an actual dog, and the boy put up his hands. “That wasn’t a dog joke. Just saying, you don’t think it’s suspect how they’re gathering up all the more weird-looking of us?”
“I don’t give a fancy flying damn about them,” Ed said, pointing down the corridor to the room people disappeared into for ten minutes at a time, presumably so they could make sure everyone was who they said they were, just greener than they were last week. “Or a damn about any more conspiracy theories and ‘they’re out to get me’ paranoia. I don’t need this. I need to phone my parents and convince them I’m OK, and I can’t do that when I look like this!” She bared her teeth at him.
“I can help you with that,” the boy said.
Ed pulled up short. “You can?”
“Yeah. Not everyone I got was skin-deep.” He pet one of his horns, jet black and curving out of his forehead. “I can mimic voices. I can call them for you.”
Ed considered it for all of one second, then narrowed her eyes. “Why.”
“What happened to not caring about paranoia?” He shrugged. “Let’s say it’s an apology for the joke in poor taste.”
In the end, she didn’t have much choice. A woman came out of the room, looking down at her clipboard, and called in a strictly clinical voice, “Edwina Malone?”
Ed threw her phone to the boy and stalked down the corridor towards her. In the room was the lady from Olympus with the briefcase and a tired looking clerk who took one look at her and sighed. “Dental records are out then,” they said, and made a brief note on the stack of papers in front of them. They did eventually decide that Ed was Ed, and the Olympus representative gave her a nod as she stood up to leave. Needing them. It sent a chill down Ed’s spine, but she refused to be paranoid now.
Ed left, and the boy was still hanging out in the corridor, looking like he was trying to play it casual as he leaned against the wall. He stood up straight when he saw her coming and tossed her phone back to her. “How’d it go?” she said, more than a little cautious, and he shrugged.
“See for yourself.”
Ed unlocked her phone and immediately saw she had new texts from her mother. ‘It sounds like your having so much fun!!’ she wrote, followed by a string of jubilant emojis. ‘Just remember to charge your phone more often!! Dad says he’s glad you’re OK and that your new friend sounds nice!! xx’
“You told my parents about you,” Ed said flatly. Her disbelief warred heavily with her relief, but in the end having her parents know she was safe and nothing else was an enormous weight off her shoulders. “Thanks. Isaac, right?”
“No problem.” Isaac fidgeted a little. “And about the petting zoo thing--”
“Water under the bridge, you caught me at a bad time--”
“Yeah, but I totally deserved it,” he said quickly. “Do you know what it’s been like the last couple of days, with all the demon and satan quips? People are not as funny as they think they are.”
“Yeah.” Ed stood looking down at her phone, while presumably Isaac fidgeted some more. It was one of the more awkward moments of her life, and Ed was an astoundingly awkward human being at the best of times.
“D’you wanna--”
“Would you like--”
They both stopped, until Ed made a helpless little ‘go on’ gesture. Isaac rubbed at the back of his neck. “Just wanted to know if you wanted some coffee? Or maybe to go on a walk?”
“Yeah. That’d be -- yeah. Nice.”
Ed had remembered to charge her phone that night, after ‘helping’ Olem get Aurora safely to her room. There were approximately 15 gazillion texts from her dad about the Quantum whats-its explosion, which started out as linking to the news page about it and questions, and ended with demands she call them, right now. There was no way Ed could call her parents when she was still more dog than person -- she’d slur something trying to get it out around her newly sharp teeth and only convince her parents she was mortally injured. They’d drive down to London in their little Mitsubishi, breaking every speed record, and arrive only to see their daughter bore an uncanny resemblance to a pet.
Ed mashed her phone into her cheek as she considered her options. She couldn’t keep not phoning them, and texts could only get her so far. Did anyone she know have shapeshifting powers? It was a weird thought, prompted by an even weirder week, and she really considered it before dismissing the idea. She would work something out, she needed to get more heads, split the problem between multiple brains.
Ed took a step out of her room and was immediately confronted with the person who lived across from her, the one who’d run like their arse was on fire when they’d spotted her the other day. Today they had friends with them.
“That’s them!” they yelled, pointing at Ed unnecessarily. The campus security advanced at her and grabbed her around the arms. And that’s how Ed ended up in the administration block, sat in a cracked plastic seat, with half a dozen more or less human-looking students sat with her. There were at least a couple of them with skin more... brightly coloured than she was used to seeing in real life. One guy had another arm, which seemed to have a life of his own, and a girl seemed to have a multitude of tails.
The boy sitting next to her had horns, and pointy ears, and skin dusted with gold. He was very pretty, in a severe kind of way, and would probably have been prettier if he hadn’t been scowling at the opposite wall like it had slighted his mother. Ed couldn’t focus on him, or anything. Her phone was still blowing up with texts from her parents, vacillating between frantic and utterly furious. Her leg wouldn’t stop bouncing, she was gnawing on her claws, her ears were flat against her head. And she was stuck waiting here until someone in the office at the end of the corridor decide she was next.
“This is bullshit,” the beautiful boy beside her said. “I’m not a criminal, and I’m definitely not lying about who I am.”
“Who are you?” Ed said before she could think better.
“Isaac Henrikson,” he mumbled, sinking down further in his chair. “They say they’re giving us ID so people know who we are, so we don’t get -- I don’t know, locked up. But that’s hardly the truth, is it?They’re just sticking us here so we don’t scare the other students.” He glanced over at Ed and she could already tell, by the way his eyes glanced her up and down; she knew what was coming. “Or have them think the campus is a petting zoo.”
“Shut your mouth,” Ed growled. She got out of her chair and stalked a couple of steps away. When Olem said it, it grated. When this kid said it, she wanted to punch his lights out. She whirled around at him. “I’m not a dog. My name is Edwina Malone, and if you make another petting zoo joke at me again, I’ll shut your damn mouth for you.”
Several pairs of eyes blinked at her, in a variety of interesting shades. The boy had gold eyes, like Ed, and he gave her a considering look. “You’re not a dog anymore than I’m a criminal, so why are we here, waiting for them to tag us like we’re something exotic?” Ed snarled, like an actual dog, and the boy put up his hands. “That wasn’t a dog joke. Just saying, you don’t think it’s suspect how they’re gathering up all the more weird-looking of us?”
“I don’t give a fancy flying damn about them,” Ed said, pointing down the corridor to the room people disappeared into for ten minutes at a time, presumably so they could make sure everyone was who they said they were, just greener than they were last week. “Or a damn about any more conspiracy theories and ‘they’re out to get me’ paranoia. I don’t need this. I need to phone my parents and convince them I’m OK, and I can’t do that when I look like this!” She bared her teeth at him.
“I can help you with that,” the boy said.
Ed pulled up short. “You can?”
“Yeah. Not everyone I got was skin-deep.” He pet one of his horns, jet black and curving out of his forehead. “I can mimic voices. I can call them for you.”
Ed considered it for all of one second, then narrowed her eyes. “Why.”
“What happened to not caring about paranoia?” He shrugged. “Let’s say it’s an apology for the joke in poor taste.”
In the end, she didn’t have much choice. A woman came out of the room, looking down at her clipboard, and called in a strictly clinical voice, “Edwina Malone?”
Ed threw her phone to the boy and stalked down the corridor towards her. In the room was the lady from Olympus with the briefcase and a tired looking clerk who took one look at her and sighed. “Dental records are out then,” they said, and made a brief note on the stack of papers in front of them. They did eventually decide that Ed was Ed, and the Olympus representative gave her a nod as she stood up to leave. Needing them. It sent a chill down Ed’s spine, but she refused to be paranoid now.
Ed left, and the boy was still hanging out in the corridor, looking like he was trying to play it casual as he leaned against the wall. He stood up straight when he saw her coming and tossed her phone back to her. “How’d it go?” she said, more than a little cautious, and he shrugged.
“See for yourself.”
Ed unlocked her phone and immediately saw she had new texts from her mother. ‘It sounds like your having so much fun!!’ she wrote, followed by a string of jubilant emojis. ‘Just remember to charge your phone more often!! Dad says he’s glad you’re OK and that your new friend sounds nice!! xx’
“You told my parents about you,” Ed said flatly. Her disbelief warred heavily with her relief, but in the end having her parents know she was safe and nothing else was an enormous weight off her shoulders. “Thanks. Isaac, right?”
“No problem.” Isaac fidgeted a little. “And about the petting zoo thing--”
“Water under the bridge, you caught me at a bad time--”
“Yeah, but I totally deserved it,” he said quickly. “Do you know what it’s been like the last couple of days, with all the demon and satan quips? People are not as funny as they think they are.”
“Yeah.” Ed stood looking down at her phone, while presumably Isaac fidgeted some more. It was one of the more awkward moments of her life, and Ed was an astoundingly awkward human being at the best of times.
“D’you wanna--”
“Would you like--”
They both stopped, until Ed made a helpless little ‘go on’ gesture. Isaac rubbed at the back of his neck. “Just wanted to know if you wanted some coffee? Or maybe to go on a walk?”
“Yeah. That’d be -- yeah. Nice.”