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Dreizehn
Void Walker
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08-11-2012, 04:41 AM
Edward Osborne: 'The Dire Son'
Sharp blue eyes scanned through the papers that were only moments before handed to him. The reports were growing grimmer as there were more accounts of households disappearing into the night, altogether leaving behind no trace. The growing suspicions about a rebellion had been confirmed only about a few months ago, Harrow still not quite believing the absurdity of such an idea. Who would oppose him with such fearsome power at his disposal? Who could imagine a world without him leading it? It was Edward himself that had brought forth the evidence to Harrow's office, and explained what he knew in detail. Which, unfortunately was not much. The few small fragments that they had managed to gather from interrogated rebels meant almost nothing to them.
The smallest puzzle piece he had scrapped up was brought forth to him by a Ms. Kendra Grismelhiem. There were notes of a supposed secret weapon that the rebels were circulating excited chatter about. Leaving the task up to Kendra, Edward wanted to know what it was that was being manufactured that would cause a turning point for these rebellious heathen believers.
... And so, here he was stuck in the field by his father to act as a commanding officer in hopes of gaining an even sturdier hand on the rebel's antics.
At first the prospect of having to manage all of this nonsense deterred Edward from wanting to be part of a much bigger picture than he was use to. Usually Edward was placed in the shadows when it came to carrying out operations, for fear of who he was and what sort of connection he held to Harrow. Those operations were never anything of the pleasant sort, mainly concerning torture, interrogation, assassination, and sentences of punishment to carry out.
Then the idea had sunk in... What if he could use this little war to his own advantage? Now that was not to say that Edward was planning on completely overthrowing his father, but maybe just pushing him into a position that was not fit to lead any longer. It was a first for Edward, to be let out into the world during the light of day and trusted with such an open mission. His identity was a secret to the world and the majority of those that worked with him, either way he had no fear of betrayal. One way of another, he would be a success.
His attention was brought to the entrance flap of the command tent as Kendra emerged. "So nice of you to join us finally sweetheart." A twitch of his lips suggested the barest of smiles before they disappeared. He placed the papers on the makeshift desk before giving her full attention. Standing tall, Edward calmly clasped his right hand around his left wrist, "Ms. Grismelhiem. Have you found anything new as of late? Or anything that would be beneficial for our cause for that matter?"
He was curious as to what she had managed to uncover, if anything at all yet.
Being a gentleman with the lady, he waved a hand and half turned his body to the table to offer her a spot to sit. "Coffee?" He asked, as he walked to where the black swill had been brewed and now sat. It wasn't the best but it was better than nothing while out in the field. He poured himself a cup and awaited patiently for her response, meanwhile those eyes of his noticing the glances some of the other men were giving Kendra in her form fitting uniform. "You three. Out. Now." He had pointed at the culprits and bid them the brisk command. He would deal with them later, personally teaching them a lesson in discipline as they clearly lacked any form of it.
Focused back on Kendra, he nodded his head and said, "An apologies. Now, a report if you would kindly." And waited to hear what she had to say.
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