[A dry, cracked voice says across the way. It's a voice Oswald will probably recognize instantly although it is certainly sounding a little worse for wear than when he heard it last. But that's to be as expected when Ed has spent the last hour screaming in pain as he was savagely beaten for trying to escape.
Ed is no fighter, everyone knows this, but what a lot of people tend to forget is that Ed is a master of puzzles and what is a lock but not a puzzle? So as soon as he had figured out that he had been captured he had made himself stop panicking and go through his pockets for something useful. There wasn't much but thank goodness for his sharp sense of style because whoever had captured him hadn't been smart enough to take away the tie pin he wore and after a lot of struggling he had finally popped the lock on his crate and exploded into a dark hallway.
He didn't recognize it, not fully, but there was something about the echo of water dripping and the smell that made a memory almost rise to the surface of his mind.
HEY! GET HIM!
No time to think he had run blindly down the hall, hoping that he could outrun his captures long enough to find somewhere to hide but alas he instead wound up running straight into a huge, muscled goon who had knocked him out with a single hard punch.
Later when he woke up in his cell the same goon had punished him for trying to escape, his entire body ached from the ordeal but most of all his head was pounding and Oswald's screams was not making it any better.]
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Date: 2025-03-29 03:07 am (UTC)[A dry, cracked voice says across the way. It's a voice Oswald will probably recognize instantly although it is certainly sounding a little worse for wear than when he heard it last. But that's to be as expected when Ed has spent the last hour screaming in pain as he was savagely beaten for trying to escape.
Ed is no fighter, everyone knows this, but what a lot of people tend to forget is that Ed is a master of puzzles and what is a lock but not a puzzle? So as soon as he had figured out that he had been captured he had made himself stop panicking and go through his pockets for something useful. There wasn't much but thank goodness for his sharp sense of style because whoever had captured him hadn't been smart enough to take away the tie pin he wore and after a lot of struggling he had finally popped the lock on his crate and exploded into a dark hallway.
He didn't recognize it, not fully, but there was something about the echo of water dripping and the smell that made a memory almost rise to the surface of his mind.
HEY! GET HIM!
No time to think he had run blindly down the hall, hoping that he could outrun his captures long enough to find somewhere to hide but alas he instead wound up running straight into a huge, muscled goon who had knocked him out with a single hard punch.
Later when he woke up in his cell the same goon had punished him for trying to escape, his entire body ached from the ordeal but most of all his head was pounding and Oswald's screams was not making it any better.]
Hello, Oswald.