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[ooc:This is a continuation of their last post and happens soon after. Normal text will be Lydia, Italics for Edgar, Raven's one line gets a green, and the Merrow will be purple.]

Welcome.

[The feed comes on to reveal Lydia, Edgar, and Raven in some kind of natural cave. Neither of them had been the one to speak, however. The words had come from a young girl with hair so long, the locks went past her feet, onto the dirty ground. With somewhat strange eyes, she stared at the trio. There was something off.]

Merrow.

Merrow? But she has legs…

She made it so she’ll look like a human to everyone. In the first place, it’s impossible for a human child to be down here alone.

Well then, to whom shall I give the sword?

The sword? Where is it?

…Can’t you see it? It’s already here.

[As if on cue, something begins to shine nearby, the shape obviously that of a sword. More than ready to end this search, Edgar starts forward, hand out to grab its hilt.]

[But Lydia turns, as if listening to a voice no one else can hear, and after a moment’s hesitation, runs in the other direction, toward the water in the background. Edgar turns just as she pulls it from the water but the sword is blocked from view by her back.]

This is…the treasured sword.

Lydia…Thank God, are you alright? Did you hurt yourself…?

[Just as he finishes speaking, she turns, pointing the sword at his throat. Somehow, he doesn’t look the least bit surprised.]

Do not move.

[Edgar’s arm goes out to block Raven as he moves forward to attack Lydia.]

I know, in exchange for this sword, you plan to kill me and offer my soul to the Merrow. From the beginning, you approached me with that motive in mind, right?

[There’s no denial on Edgar’s face. At most, there’s acceptance.]

That’s right. It’s my loss, Lydia. You can do whatever you want.

If you plan to kill me from the beginning, please don’t treat me so nice. I’ll misunderstand you. Whether you are a robber or a big liar, you’re the first person who ever needed my power.

[There are tears in her eyes as Edgar takes his first steps toward her.]

Poor you. You’re trembling, Lydia. There’s no way you can hurt other people. Isn’t that right?

[With large eyes, Lydia can do nothing but stand by as he takes the sword from her hands. After he raises it back up and inspects it, he brings it back down, reversing their positions from earlier. However, unlike Lydia, he still doesn’t seem to have any doubts.]

You’re too kind, Lydia. No need to say, in this world, there are ruthless villains.

[Only, after those words, the sword lowers and he draws it back toward his own hand, slashing at the skin. As the blood drips down, Lydia calls his name.]

…Edgar?

I can never lie to you very well.

[As the ground rumbles, even Raven begins to look a bit panicked.]

Lord Edgar!

[The calm water begins to roll, almost as if coming toward them. Or, rather, toward Edgar. And then it does. Once things settle down, only the sword is remains where Edgar was standing.]

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[Eva-Beatrice took a moment to read the comments before responding herself.]

Good riddance to him. He might be still alive but money and fame can be poison.

I might have time to actually have visits now, Miss Beatrice, if you have a chance.

Time isn't something I'm lacking these days. ...It also looks like you didn't give up.

I can set up tea tomorrow if you'd like. Though I'm afraid I don't have a way for you to get here.

I'll manage something. Would you mind if I brought my pet? He's a gift but he's rather young, I shouldn't leave him alone.

That's fine. Nico might complain, but I'll make sure he gets some cakes and tea as well and he'll be fine. May I ask what kind of pet you have?

He's a skunk...an acquaintance thought it would be hilarious to give me one.

He sounds cute. Do I need to bring tomato juice or is he not the nervous type?

[ as long as it's not a freaking snake ]

He's very well behaved.

What does he eat normally?

Vegetables mostly with some cooked meat.

I'll see what I can do, I think we might have a bit of meat to make. Are potatoes alright?

That should work.

I'll make him up a small bowl, then.

Thank you, Carlton.

It's my pleasure. I'll clean up the drawing room for us, there's plenty of room in there.

Edited 2013-04-11 06:56 (UTC)

That sounds like that'd work.

[ Her dad's home in London is much larger than her home in Scotland. They have a housekeeper even! ]

I'll get on it then. Do you have a preferred kind of tea?