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[Mayfield 2.002 - Phone/Action - Deleted]
Dec. 22nd, 2011 04:40 pm[A. On the phones, morning, filtered to those who were deleted.]
[Edgar's getting fed up with no one remembering him, and being treated with mistrust and derision. It's occurred to him, though, that in spite of the news announcer saying he's been replaced, he's still here. So perhaps, he thinks, he's not the only one.]
Recently, the news broadcast claimed that we've all been replaced. That said, I know that I'm still here, and perhaps I'm not the only one. People have been forgetting us, and it doesn't seem like that's about to change. It seems to me, then, that we should stick together, as a group.
Anyone in favor of this idea, feel free to meet me in town today, near the light display. I'll be there with Jeffry, my pet Chocob- er, a large yellow bird. This could be a chance for us to get to know each other better.
[B. In Town, at the aforementioned light display.]
[Sure enough, Edgar is there, with Jeffry, waiting patiently. He looks a little beat up, actually, with a few minor scratches on his face - the only exposed bit of skin he has, in this weather. Feel free to approach, or to mingle with other deleted individuals, as you see fit.]
((OOC: So um. With the whole lack of subject lines thing: just put your choice in bold at the top of your first reply, should be simple enough. And don't forget to mention OOCly if your character has been deleted or not.))
[Edgar's getting fed up with no one remembering him, and being treated with mistrust and derision. It's occurred to him, though, that in spite of the news announcer saying he's been replaced, he's still here. So perhaps, he thinks, he's not the only one.]
Recently, the news broadcast claimed that we've all been replaced. That said, I know that I'm still here, and perhaps I'm not the only one. People have been forgetting us, and it doesn't seem like that's about to change. It seems to me, then, that we should stick together, as a group.
Anyone in favor of this idea, feel free to meet me in town today, near the light display. I'll be there with Jeffry, my pet Chocob- er, a large yellow bird. This could be a chance for us to get to know each other better.
[B. In Town, at the aforementioned light display.]
[Sure enough, Edgar is there, with Jeffry, waiting patiently. He looks a little beat up, actually, with a few minor scratches on his face - the only exposed bit of skin he has, in this weather. Feel free to approach, or to mingle with other deleted individuals, as you see fit.]
((OOC: So um. With the whole lack of subject lines thing: just put your choice in bold at the top of your first reply, should be simple enough. And don't forget to mention OOCly if your character has been deleted or not.))
[Mayfield 2.001 - Action]
Dec. 11th, 2011 07:21 pm[A. Morning, 1649 Albright Lane]
[Good morning, 1649 Albirght Lane! Guess what? You've got a new not!dad. Maybe you noticed him, first, or maybe you noticed the big yellow bird suddenly tethered in the backyard. Jeffry is calmly sleeping in the backyard, and Edgar can be found wandering around the house, mildly confused.]
Huh. How did I end up here?
[B. Over the phones, morning]
This is Edgar. It seems I was gone for a while, but I'm back now, just... in a different house, for some reason. Terra, Locke, are you still here? Anna? Hiccup? Marcus?
... anyways. I've apparently been gone for a few months. Can anyone tell me what I missed?
[C. Around Town]
[Edgar can be found in various places around the city today. These include the following:
Feel free to stop and talk with him at any point.]
[Good morning, 1649 Albirght Lane! Guess what? You've got a new not!dad. Maybe you noticed him, first, or maybe you noticed the big yellow bird suddenly tethered in the backyard. Jeffry is calmly sleeping in the backyard, and Edgar can be found wandering around the house, mildly confused.]
Huh. How did I end up here?
[B. Over the phones, morning]
This is Edgar. It seems I was gone for a while, but I'm back now, just... in a different house, for some reason. Terra, Locke, are you still here? Anna? Hiccup? Marcus?
... anyways. I've apparently been gone for a few months. Can anyone tell me what I missed?
[C. Around Town]
[Edgar can be found in various places around the city today. These include the following:
- At the store, purchasing extra blankets for Jeffry.
- At the garage, seeing if he still has his job as a mechanic (hint: he does).
- At the park, giving Jeffry time to stretch and play, though not for particularly long, given the cold weather.
- Traveling between these various places.
Feel free to stop and talk with him at any point.]
[Mayfield 005 - Action]
Sep. 15th, 2011 04:18 pm((OOC: Imagine this is playing in the background as you read this post. It helps.))
A. Outside 838 Hastings Boulevard
[Another lovely day, isn't it? Seems like a pretty typical day in Mayfield. Y'know, except for the giant crate with air holes and hay sticking out of the cracks sitting on the lawn of 838 Hastings Boulevard. If you come too near, it might start shaking and making "Wark!" noises at you. A little bit later, Edgar comes out and blinks at the box from a safe distance, until he hears the noises from within, and grins.
Other places you can find Edgar today include:
B. In his front yard, opening the crate. Out of it comes one of these, a chocobo. But not just any chocobo. This one is Edgar's personal pet chocobo, Jeffry, complete with royal colors and insignia. Those will probably come off shortly, but for now, they'll stay.
C. At Jonathon's Tools. Looking at the gardening supplies for something to feed Jeffry. Jeffry himself is tethered to a parking meter outside.
D. Riding around John Doe Park. Mainly to let Jeffry stretch his legs after being cooped up in that box for who knows how long.
E. Finally, back at 838 Hastings Boulevard. In the backyard, trying to figure out where to tether Jeffry.]
A. Outside 838 Hastings Boulevard
[Another lovely day, isn't it? Seems like a pretty typical day in Mayfield. Y'know, except for the giant crate with air holes and hay sticking out of the cracks sitting on the lawn of 838 Hastings Boulevard. If you come too near, it might start shaking and making "Wark!" noises at you. A little bit later, Edgar comes out and blinks at the box from a safe distance, until he hears the noises from within, and grins.
Other places you can find Edgar today include:
B. In his front yard, opening the crate. Out of it comes one of these, a chocobo. But not just any chocobo. This one is Edgar's personal pet chocobo, Jeffry, complete with royal colors and insignia. Those will probably come off shortly, but for now, they'll stay.
C. At Jonathon's Tools. Looking at the gardening supplies for something to feed Jeffry. Jeffry himself is tethered to a parking meter outside.
D. Riding around John Doe Park. Mainly to let Jeffry stretch his legs after being cooped up in that box for who knows how long.
E. Finally, back at 838 Hastings Boulevard. In the backyard, trying to figure out where to tether Jeffry.]
[Mayfield 004 - Action - Droned]
Aug. 17th, 2011 08:09 pmA. 838 Hastings Boulevard, Afternoon
[Well, after yesterday's poisoning, neither Edgar nor Marcell has had any milk today. So you know what that means...]
Marcell, m'boy! Come down here, would you? It's time we had a man to man talk.
[He seems to be holding a large kitchen knife, while he's at it. Which is strange, because there's nothing on the cutting board or anything.]
B. Around Town, Later
[Edgar's going around in drone clothing, grinning widely, and carrying a slightly bloody kitchen knife. Approach at your own risk]
((OOC: Yes, Edgar is droned! Feel free to fight back, and possibly even kill him. He will try to kill you though, if you talk to him. Of course, whether or not he succeeds is up to you! Just let me know OOCly if you don't want your character to die in this, or if you think your character can and will kill Edgar.
EDIT: Tags will probably be slow, so fair warning.))
[Well, after yesterday's poisoning, neither Edgar nor Marcell has had any milk today. So you know what that means...]
Marcell, m'boy! Come down here, would you? It's time we had a man to man talk.
[He seems to be holding a large kitchen knife, while he's at it. Which is strange, because there's nothing on the cutting board or anything.]
B. Around Town, Later
[Edgar's going around in drone clothing, grinning widely, and carrying a slightly bloody kitchen knife. Approach at your own risk]
((OOC: Yes, Edgar is droned! Feel free to fight back, and possibly even kill him. He will try to kill you though, if you talk to him. Of course, whether or not he succeeds is up to you! Just let me know OOCly if you don't want your character to die in this, or if you think your character can and will kill Edgar.
EDIT: Tags will probably be slow, so fair warning.))
[Mayfield 003 - Phone - Stage 5]
Jul. 14th, 2011 10:37 pm[Edgar has an announcement or two for the community, and as such, he's taken up the phone and began to speak.]
Mayfield, there are a few things I'd like all of you to know about me, and so this seems like the most effective method of telling all of you.
First of all, eleven years ago, when my father died, he left his kingdom to my twin brother and I. We did not wish to split the kingdom, so we flipped a coin for it. I rigged the coin flip so that I would get the kingdom. It was for his own good.
Secondly, when my world was wrecked by Kefka - yes, that's the same Kefka Palazzo currently in Mayfield - I spent the first year looking to recover my kingdom, instead of my friends, because I thought my kingdom more important.
And finally, I would like to inform all of you that I am a communist. [Though the way he says that last bit makes it pretty clear he has no idea what a communist is.]
That is all I have to tell you for now. It seemed important to let you all know.
Mayfield, there are a few things I'd like all of you to know about me, and so this seems like the most effective method of telling all of you.
First of all, eleven years ago, when my father died, he left his kingdom to my twin brother and I. We did not wish to split the kingdom, so we flipped a coin for it. I rigged the coin flip so that I would get the kingdom. It was for his own good.
Secondly, when my world was wrecked by Kefka - yes, that's the same Kefka Palazzo currently in Mayfield - I spent the first year looking to recover my kingdom, instead of my friends, because I thought my kingdom more important.
And finally, I would like to inform all of you that I am a communist. [Though the way he says that last bit makes it pretty clear he has no idea what a communist is.]
That is all I have to tell you for now. It seemed important to let you all know.
[Mayfield 002 - Phone/Action]
Jun. 19th, 2011 08:46 pmA. [Walking to the garage]
[Something is strange about today, but Edgar can't quite put his finger on it. His drone!wife was acting particularly unusual this morning, and there were certainly some strange messages on the phone lines. So he's walking to work, somewhat befuddled.]
B. [At the garage]
[Edgar's still relatively new on the job, and today he's working at the front counter. Got any mechanical problems? He's probably the guy to talk to.]
C. [End of the day]
[It's the end of the work day, and Edgar's apparently in charge of closing. Or rather, that's how it might appear; in actuality, he's just sticking around to scavenge a few spare parts. They won't miss any of this, right?]
D. [Phone; Filtered from Kefka]
[Later, after work, Edgar makes a message over the phone lines himself.]
Does anyone know why Mayfield brings the people it does here?
E. [Phone; Private to Terra]
Terra... we need to talk.
[Something is strange about today, but Edgar can't quite put his finger on it. His drone!wife was acting particularly unusual this morning, and there were certainly some strange messages on the phone lines. So he's walking to work, somewhat befuddled.]
B. [At the garage]
[Edgar's still relatively new on the job, and today he's working at the front counter. Got any mechanical problems? He's probably the guy to talk to.]
C. [End of the day]
[It's the end of the work day, and Edgar's apparently in charge of closing. Or rather, that's how it might appear; in actuality, he's just sticking around to scavenge a few spare parts. They won't miss any of this, right?]
D. [Phone; Filtered from Kefka]
[Later, after work, Edgar makes a message over the phone lines himself.]
Does anyone know why Mayfield brings the people it does here?
E. [Phone; Private to Terra]
Terra... we need to talk.
[Mayfield 001 - Action]
Jun. 13th, 2011 10:35 pm[And here's Edgar, wondering, well, where the heck here is. After quietly getting out of bed and away from the unknown woman - not the first time he's done so, either - he's dressed himself in the strange clothes available to him and wandered downstairs and outside.]
What the...?
[He's muttering under his breath, confused. Feel free to bump into him.]
What the...?
[He's muttering under his breath, confused. Feel free to bump into him.]
001 [Voice]
Jan. 6th, 2011 11:53 pm[His voice is muffled at first, as though the journal is off to the side, closed. It doesn’t help that he’s muttering to himself, since there’s no one else around.]
Where am I? Last thing I remember was fighting Kefka, and there was a flash of light... I think we beat him.
[There’s a pause as he looks around, and suddenly the sound can be heard much clearer, as if he just opened the journal.]
Ah. Well this is familiar.
[Another slight pause, and then a sigh.]
Sure enough, wings. Hello again, Luceti. Does anyone know how much time has passed here since I left? Terra, Celes, Locke, are any of you listening to this? I’m not sure exactly where I am, but I can describe the area.
Things are kind of hazy... wish I had a better idea of where this was.
Where am I? Last thing I remember was fighting Kefka, and there was a flash of light... I think we beat him.
[There’s a pause as he looks around, and suddenly the sound can be heard much clearer, as if he just opened the journal.]
Ah. Well this is familiar.
[Another slight pause, and then a sigh.]
Sure enough, wings. Hello again, Luceti. Does anyone know how much time has passed here since I left? Terra, Celes, Locke, are any of you listening to this? I’m not sure exactly where I am, but I can describe the area.
Things are kind of hazy... wish I had a better idea of where this was.
[Action/Voice]
Dec. 29th, 2009 12:36 am[Voice, locked to Returners.]
[When he speaks, his voice is pained, and sharp. He doesn't speak for long.]
Back. Somewhere near a lake. Tired. Teleport would be appreciated.
[Action]
[Sure enough, he's about where he described; near the lake to the east of the settlement. He hasn't really noticed anyone else, but then he's not in much condition to. He's looking severely worse for wear, with both his skin and his clothes covered in electrical burns. He's sitting with his back to a tree, knowing that he's quite the open target, and merely hoping someone friendly will find him first.]
[When he speaks, his voice is pained, and sharp. He doesn't speak for long.]
Back. Somewhere near a lake. Tired. Teleport would be appreciated.
[Action]
[Sure enough, he's about where he described; near the lake to the east of the settlement. He hasn't really noticed anyone else, but then he's not in much condition to. He's looking severely worse for wear, with both his skin and his clothes covered in electrical burns. He's sitting with his back to a tree, knowing that he's quite the open target, and merely hoping someone friendly will find him first.]
[Accidental Voice]
Dec. 4th, 2009 05:37 pm[Edgar's out for a walk at the moment, to think about a few things. However, it seems the Malnosso have something else in mind.]
What, you didn't get your fill last time?
[There's sounds of a struggle briefly, and then nothing.]
((OOC: Mallynapping him for my forced hiatus. Terra, feel free to assume they got a chance to talk about Leo and that Edgar had no objections - which he doesn't. Be back eventually.))
What, you didn't get your fill last time?
[There's sounds of a struggle briefly, and then nothing.]
((OOC: Mallynapping him for my forced hiatus. Terra, feel free to assume they got a chance to talk about Leo and that Edgar had no objections - which he doesn't. Be back eventually.))
[Voice; filtered away from Kefka]
Nov. 22nd, 2009 04:22 pmI'd like to speak with those who were responsible for the clothes theft that happened earlier this week. Don't worry; you may remain anonymous if you so choose.
Also, am I to take it that everyone has been receiving these letters?
Also, am I to take it that everyone has been receiving these letters?
[What with one thing and another, Edgar hasn't been able to get out of the house to get by Luceti Land yet. Today, though, he intends to change that. So, here he is in Luceti Land. It's hardly a surprise that he's busy geeking out over the machinery on the roller coasters and such. Care to talk to him?]
[Text; Filtered from Kefka]
Oct. 21st, 2009 10:23 pm[His handwriting is somewhat rough, as this is very hard for him to just calmly write.]
Recently, there was a journal entry showing one Kefka Palazzo mourning the death of his "friend", Terra, and blaming myself for the murder. Do not be deceived; he is the murderer. I returned from being kidnapped by the Malnosso just then; even if I had motive (which I did not), I simply would not have been able to ki
[The writing ends abruptly there, in a blot of ink, as he can't even bring himself to finish that sentence calmly. A few lines later, it continues.]
He is a known liar and killer, and cannot be trusted.
Recently, there was a journal entry showing one Kefka Palazzo mourning the death of his "friend", Terra, and blaming myself for the murder. Do not be deceived; he is the murderer. I returned from being kidnapped by the Malnosso just then; even if I had motive (which I did not), I simply would not have been able to ki
[The writing ends abruptly there, in a blot of ink, as he can't even bring himself to finish that sentence calmly. A few lines later, it continues.]
He is a known liar and killer, and cannot be trusted.
[Voice/Action]
Oct. 18th, 2009 09:36 pm[Filtered to the Returners.]
[This would be text if he had anything to write with, but he arrived back outside the settlement without any possessions - much in the way he first arrived. Instead, he simply does his best to mask the soreness in his voice, but without much success.]
I'm back. Just north of the settlement, I think. I should be home soon.
[End filter, Action.]
[And indeed, Edgar is just north of the settlement, wearing his usual outfit, clutching his journal in one hand. He looks worn and haggard, as though he's been through quite a bit in the last week. His hair is completely unkempt and untied, making it something of a mess. He's struggling down the road towards house #44, trying to get home.]
[This would be text if he had anything to write with, but he arrived back outside the settlement without any possessions - much in the way he first arrived. Instead, he simply does his best to mask the soreness in his voice, but without much success.]
I'm back. Just north of the settlement, I think. I should be home soon.
[End filter, Action.]
[And indeed, Edgar is just north of the settlement, wearing his usual outfit, clutching his journal in one hand. He looks worn and haggard, as though he's been through quite a bit in the last week. His hair is completely unkempt and untied, making it something of a mess. He's struggling down the road towards house #44, trying to get home.]
[Accidental Voice]
Oct. 12th, 2009 12:24 am[It's late, which means Edgar's working away in his workshop. The first thing that is heard on the journal is the door opening, and then Edgar's voice:]
Hm? Who's the-
[What happens next is a fair dose of chaos, as there's the sound of quite a bit of movement - a chair being slid suddenly, papers being shoved aside, and then a click as a weapon is cocked. Those familiar with Edgar's arsenal probably know what to expect next: a series of repetitive thuds (and some clangs) as the bolts from Edgar's Autocrossbow shoot across the room. However, he doesn't manage to reload the weapon in time, and the next sound is the King of Figaro hitting the floor and being dragged out.
Anyone in the house that feels like exploring will find several Autocrossbow bolts embedded in the wall near the door. A little bit of searching will reveal that the plans that he's been working on lately were shoved off the table, and went unnoticed by his captors. The rest of the room, however, is simply a mess.]
((OOC: Hiatusing for a week because of school. ^^; ))
Hm? Who's the-
[What happens next is a fair dose of chaos, as there's the sound of quite a bit of movement - a chair being slid suddenly, papers being shoved aside, and then a click as a weapon is cocked. Those familiar with Edgar's arsenal probably know what to expect next: a series of repetitive thuds (and some clangs) as the bolts from Edgar's Autocrossbow shoot across the room. However, he doesn't manage to reload the weapon in time, and the next sound is the King of Figaro hitting the floor and being dragged out.
Anyone in the house that feels like exploring will find several Autocrossbow bolts embedded in the wall near the door. A little bit of searching will reveal that the plans that he's been working on lately were shoved off the table, and went unnoticed by his captors. The rest of the room, however, is simply a mess.]
((OOC: Hiatusing for a week because of school. ^^; ))
[Accidental Voice]
Oct. 9th, 2009 10:15 pm[Edgar's been shut up in his little workshop area since he found out about Kefka, working non-stop on... something or other. He's trying to set up some kind of defenses for the house, but he's been hitting the work a little hard. Suddenly, there's a loud clang and a sharp intake of breath - something slipped, but he's not stopping to take care of the cut right now. Too much work to be done. Besides, it's minor]
[In any case, he's yet to notice that the journal is recording this. Feel free to draw his attention your way.]
[In any case, he's yet to notice that the journal is recording this. Feel free to draw his attention your way.]
[It should be fairly obvious to anyone that hears this that Edgar has other things on his mind. He speaks briefly to the journal.]
I need to contact a man named Sigmund.
I need to contact a man named Sigmund.
