Family Bonding [Ed/Em ICCs]

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((We all saw this coming >.> Grab the popcorn and go find yourself a safe place))

I. You're Alive?

Ed: *trying to not pass out from pain/exhaustion*

Em: *unlocks the door and walks in, shutting it behind her*

Ed: B'k already? D'nt take you guys f'r seconds... 'specially in a day *struggles to stand up* Then again... what's this been? Five? Boss m'st not be happy with you.

Em: So, you still do ramble when you're nervous. Some things never change.

Ed: *........that voice sounds familiar; cracks his eyes open and stares at her. I've started hallucinating; silence*

Em: That stunned to see me, huh?

Ed: ...... you... you're n't here...

Em: Oh, no, no, I am.

Ed: *blinks, hard* But, you..... what....?

Em: Cat got your tongue?

Ed: *sways slightly* Em?

Em: *eyeroll* No, the queen of England. Who else?

Ed: What... What'r you do'ng here.....?

Em: Working.

Ed: YOU MEAN YOU'RE-- *ends in coughing, half leans against the wall*

Em: Careful. Don't want to make that bruised rib worse. Or is it broken? You look like you've been run over by a bus.

Ed: Y' don' l'k any better than when y'left.

Em: *ignores* Y'know. When they said you were in here, I didn't want to believe it. I thought "Well, that camp has a low survival rate. Maybe he'll become a statistic". Just my luck that it didn't happen. Then I thought about it. Having you here's much more fun. I got caught up.

Ed: Yeah, so? Wha' now? Y'here for in'fmation? Y'not getting any.

Em: No. At least not right now. Just to say hi.

Ed: Well n'w you 'ave. Bye.

Em: And to catch up.

Ed: Y'already know ev'ry thing.

Em: I like first hand accounts.

Ed: Tha counts as in'fmation

Em: Would you like me to inform them of your hate of these? *flips over a syringe*

Ed: *semi steps back into the wall*

Em: *watches him* So, let me get this straight. You've been shot at, stabbed, beaten, and burned, but you still can't stand needles?

Ed: Go't hell

Em: Already there. And you're probably along for the ride.

Ed: Most likely.

Em: You bet. You know you lured two others into here, right?

Ed: .....wha?

Em: Word's that someone came looking for you, then another someone came looking for her.

Ed: .........

Em: Oh, don't look so surprised. What have you ever done that hasn't put people in danger? First your own family then huh... What were their names? Eh... doesn't matter. Those people on the quest. And then--

Ed: Who else's here, Em?

Em: *shrugs* Someone named Silverwood came in a few days ago, and then another one named Blair.

Ed: *kinda goes white underneath all his cuts*

Em: Know them? *smirks* Said in the records one was a Vulcan too.... Oh. That makes her your sister in the blood line sense, doesn't it? I'm guessing she's the one who came looking. Poor decision on her part. Doesn't she know you have a track record of running away? Anyway. Good job, Ed. You've gotten two other demigods to walk into our cause.

Ed: Shut up.

Em: So, that makes... two sisters you've condemned. Wow. Just one more and strike you're out. Then again, you always where a poor family member.

Ed: *looks down*

Em: Eh, whatever. You're as mute as Brady. I have better things to do than waste my time here. Nice to see you again, Ed. I'll pay a visit later.

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II. Like Talking to a Wall

*door slams*

Em: Simons.

Em: Just making sure you're still all alive.

Em: You look like you've been run over by a bus.

Em: ....I can barely understand you.

Em: A bit reiteration never hurt.

Em: Why am I not surprised?

Em: Seriously, speak up will you?

Em: I'm not coming over to you.

Em: You could be faking that for all I know.

Em: Fine. I have a needle. Just to let you know. Still waiting on a lighter.

Em: I talked to a girl named Miyuki before. About A Little Princess or summit.

Em: You do know this is like talking to a wall, right?

Em: Geeze. At least I'm trying to make some effort.

Em: You'd think after years you'd have something more to say to me.

Em: Nah, I like hanging around better.

Em: Some things never change.

Em: So.... you were put on trial and dishonorably discharged...

Em: Cut the BS.

Em: ....and you're not dead. Why didn't they kill you?

Em: You and me both.

Em: Yeah, no s***, Sherlock!

Em: I just think it's odd. You go to Saturn and have the high time of your life, stay in Camp or around wherever, and then get your idiot behind caught.

Em: Oh, shut up. You'd never survive the space program.

Em: Look, point is. You're a traitor.

Em: Of course there was something... and someone to turn against.

Em: Simons, seriously. Shut up. I let her get away with that, not you.

Em: No. What I'm asking is.... what's one more betrayal?

Em: Oh, right. Like the threat of death phases you.

Em: Do you know HOW injured you are, how much of it is HALF of your own fault?

Em: By trying to take your own wrists off, resisting, and being a smart alec.

Em: Charming personality my ***

Em: Look. The last war was... what? MONTHS ago. And now you'd rather get tortured than spilling beans again?

Em: You make no sense, you know that?

Em: Yeah, yeah, whatever. Just something to think about, alright?

Em: Humor me.

Em: Yeah.... I knew about her. Not until.... a few months ago.

Em: Shut up. I'm not.

Em: Not as bad as you and other things.

Em: She was.... *clears throat*

Em: No, I'm not.

Em: Just think about it, okay?

Em: We need more original sign offs. Although some regularity doesn't hurt.

Em: You too. Meet you there.

*door closes*