Riddle 014: Christmas Angst [Voice/Action]

[puzzlerprince]

[Edward comes downstairs on Christmas Morning, wading through the sea of cats that had seemingly filled up the house. Coming across a bunch of presents beneath the tree in green wrapping paper, he smirks. He takes a look at the note, tossing it backwards and tearing into his presents like a little kid. He pulls out his cane. A new revolver. A

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[strike_you_out]

[Whenever Edward gets back from his crusade against evil, he will find his stocking stuffed with socks. Socks of every color, but mostly green. (Nothing with question marks on it, though. Sorry dude.)

While he's on the streets, however, he may find his "son" tearing around a street corner at break-neck speed on his "new" skates. Slugger seems to have very little concern for motorists that might be out using the road and has already earned himself a handful of honking car horns.]

[puzzlerprince]

[Eddie returns home from his crazy, crazy day, wading through the living room full of cats and finding... socks? Not sure if want?]

[strike_you_out]

[Hearing someone enter the front door, Slugger sneaks through the house to see who's there and finds Edward pondering dubiously over the socks.]

For you.

[A grin. Eddie's old socks were thrown into the fireplace days ago in order to replace them with new ones. This is how Slugger does gifts.

Anyway. Care to talk about your day, Daddy?]

[puzzlerprince]

[He's definitely a bit stunned by this. Slugger? Being nice? Merry Christmas to him indeed. At least his day's starting to look a bit better already... If that's even possible.]

Thank you, Slugger.

[He sighs, making his way gingerly to the couch and having himself a nice, well-deserved sit-down. Please don't ask me how my day was please don't ask me how my day was please please please.]

[strike_you_out]

[His gaze follows Eddie to the couch and Slugger comes to lean on the back of a chair opposite it.

He can tell by the sigh how put-upon Eddie must be feeling right now. Perhaps, just this once, he'll spare you the trouble of--]

So what happened?

[Never mind. Too curious.]

[puzzlerprince]

[Damn it, Slugger. He looks up at the inquisitive kid, trying to will himself to lie. Just lie to him. Tell him nothing happened, tell him---]

I may have run into some trouble today.

[God. DAMMIT.]

[strike_you_out]

[Fool. His eyes are all agleam with malignant curiosity now.]

How bad?

[puzzlerprince]

A madman. With a gun.

[strike_you_out]

How did you escape?

[puzzlerprince]

...I had to defend myself, of course.

[strike_you_out]

[A moment of thoughtful silence. Eddie doesn't look particularly roughed up and there is one thing that wasn't exactly clarified...]

He had the gun? Or did you?

[puzzlerprince]

...he had it. But I took it.

[You can probably guess the rest, Slugger.]

[strike_you_out]

[He can. Best bedtime story ever, btw.]

Who was it? Did he die?

[puzzlerprince]

A stranger. A young man with blonde hair and blue eyes. It looked like he'd gone out of his mind. He was just shooting drones casually, killing them. And---I intervened. I had to intervene.

...I shot him between the eyes. There's no way he could have survived that.

[strike_you_out]

You don't approve of killing drones?

[Should he tell you what he's been up to?]

[puzzlerprince]

At the time, I didn't approve of anyone being killed. I was under a bit of a haze at that moment.