open | i heard a scream in the woods somewhere

[burying]

Who: Kieren Walker + You!
What: Kieren struggles with the consequences of his Free Runner Feat.
When: The Month of February
Where: Milton; Milton wilds.

Content Warnings: Will be listed in individual prompts.



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[burying]

You're hiding in a bloody tree—! [ His voice raises to a falsetto, panic and anxiousness as he gapes upwards at the man. As if that's supposed to explain it all. He's in a tree, and Kieren's spooked and he's been caught red handed and what else is he supposed to say? ] I know, alright? I know.

[ Kieren isn't much of a liar, and he's certainly not much of a good one when he does.

He brings his hands towards his face, resting his forehead against his wrists so not to cover himself in anymore gore than he has to — groaning softly. Oh, he fucking hates this. This is a fucking nightmare. ]

It's not just like that though, is it? It's never that simple.

[ He hates everything right now. ]

[jackdawvision]

Aye, makes hunting easier. Animals don't tend to look up.

[Or guards, but Edward has enough common sense not to mention that to someone already on the edge of a panic attack. Still, he drops from the tree anyway, landing gracefully on his feet. Forty years old and he's still a damn show-off.]

What, the offer? Most things aren't, but I promise you this is. You can have the brains from this deer. Hell, if that's all you want, you can have the brains from anything I catch. [He looks to the rest of the deer, relatively untouched. Then to Kieren:] That is all you want, aye? Because there's a lot of perfectly good meat on this deer and I'm only willing to part with some of it.

[He has to eat, too.]

[burying]

[ Down from the tree, Kieren can see him far better in the gloom. Recognition flickers in his eyes. Oh, he's seen this guy before, recognises him even in the panic and fear of everything. ]

... You're one of the ones always doing the parkour shit on the roofs. [ Doesn't even know his name, but certainly knows what he does. There's a couple of them he's seen lurking on the rooftops of the town.

It shouldn't be that easy, it really shouldn't. Even the man acknowledges it. Kieren stares in disbelief, uncertain and waiting for the other shoe to drop. ]

I don't want anything else form it. [ He says slowly, shaking his head. He's cowed like a shelter dog, testing waters as gently as he can. ] I... I can't eat anything else.

[jackdawvision]

...aye, that's me. [What's a parkour, Edward just calls it "being very good at climbing and running".] Name's Edward Kenway.

[Not to be confused with Edward Little, Eddie Munson, or Lalo Salamanca.

Edward leans against a tree, crossing his arms over his chest, rather casual and calm for someone who just stumbled on his kill being poached. Honestly, though, Edward can hunt down another animal, that's fine. He ought to put his new knowledge of trap-making to the test anyway.]

All right, then. You can have the brains, I'll have the rest. Now we're all happy. [He pauses a moment, before he asks, curious:] Feel free not to answer, but why is it you can only eat its brains? Is it against your religion in some way?

[burying]

Edward. [ He echoes it, then pauses. Wait. ] ... There's.. there's like three people called 'Edward' in this place?

[ He knows Eddie, and Edward Little. He's met Lalo, but doesn't know it's Eduardo. Like, he gets names can be common enough but it's weird there's three in one place.

So it's sorted. He can have the brains, Edward can have the rest. Kieren nods, numbly at that before he's hit with why he can only eat the brains and he opens his mouth to answer only to be met with the added: Is it against your religion in some way?

Kieren outwardly cringes. ]

... Sorry, what—?! [ Oh, god. No. ] No, it's not— it's not like that— I'm just... I'm not... like a normal person. I mean, like, physically. My insides don't... work the same, anymore.

[jackdawvision]

I see you've met Lt. Little and Munson. It's a common name.

[There were so many Edwards who turned to piracy and so many Edwards in London's high society, Edward's just used to going by his last name at this point. Honestly he's just glad there's more variety here.

He notices the cringe, and cocks his head to the side with some curiosity. Listens to Kieren explaining that his insides don't work the same anymore. He can't say he's seen something like that before, but he's open to new things, so he nods in response. All right, then.]

So you can't eat anything but the brains even if you wanted to. Fair enough. [Sure, it's the weirdest dietary restriction he's ever heard, but it's not the strangest thing period.] What happened, that they don't work the same as they used to? An injury of some sort?