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[London was a mess, to put it simply, Eddie was doing his best to walk around the debris littering the street. The sky is a dull, ugly gray color.]

This place is a fucking wreck. [He sighs this, keeping the food he has handy tucked his arm as he tried to avoid stepping over crumbling Akuma bodies. The roadie keeping his eyes on his surroundings. He doing his best to stay quiet as to not attract attention.

This plan works out pretty well for several blocks, he relaxing a little when he sees the music store. Starting to jog over to it. A smile slowly appearing as he mentally congratulates himself for making it this far and running into no troub-]

Eddie!? Wait! Slow down! [The pace Eddie had, so very close to the music store is halted when he hears that voice. He whipping around to stare at the brunette suddenly appearing. It was Ophelia. His Ophelia. He's within sight of the music store, food nearly being dropped as he takes in the brunette in surprise.]

...Ophs?

One and only. [She says this with a smile, walking towards him. Lips pulled into a smile as they stared at one another. Eddie's considerably distracted as she gets closer, his heart jumping into his throat.] Babe! You're- normal!

Of course I am~ [She smiles, fluttering her lashes, Eddie is too dumbfounded to notice the fact Ophelia would NEVER do that. Eddie has failed to notice another thing, an black inky substance curling around his feet, shifting behind him, gathering into a puddle as she approached him.]

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Good plan.

[She perks at the mention of a bakery.] I could go for a donut right now. They did have donuts in 19th century London, right?

[She starts trotting over toward the storefront, her boots clomping as she goes.]

Hell if I know kiddo. We might as well check. I know I wouldn't mind having some kind of baked good.

[Eddie's walking along with her, relaxed, but still keeping an eye out for A. Akuma and B. Ophelia. He's hoping both don't show up at all during his and Heather's hunt for food.]

Pffft, I'm not a kid, you know. I'm almost eighteen. [And... other ages, but it's better not to get into those.

She pushes open the door to the bakery and takes a cautious look around before going in with Mr. Pipey at the ready. When the coast looks clear, she calls back to Eddie.] This place looks safe!

[Next moment she's poking around behind the counter, searching for something edible.]

[Eddie gave a small chuckle at her 'not a kid' protest. He's thirty, he can get away with calling her a kid.

The roadie needs no further encouragement to follow, he glancing around the shelves and brick a brack lining the stores walls. Heather can probably hear him picking through the shelves.] Ha, found at least one piece of bread that isn't hard a rock over here. Maybe some cakes survived or something!

Hey, are you laughing at me? It's the truth. I'm not some little girl!

[As soon as he mentions the cakes, she finds some behind the counter.] Ohhh, score! And they don't look messed up or anything

[She grabs a piece and samples some tentatively.] Just a bit stale...

Hey, hey, relax Heather. I know you're not a little girl. I'm thirty, to me eighteen is young. Nothing against you.

[With the find of cake, any disclaimers are forgotten. He brightening up a little, the roadie approaching the blond teenager.] Wouldn't be the first time we've had to eat something stale in this place. [Eddie's meddling with the food at least made it taste less stale-ish.]

[She could tell him She often feels way older than eighteen, but the whole, being born three times thing takes a long time to explain, so she just lets it go.] Fine, I'll just start calling you "old man" every time you call me kiddo.

Here, let's try to find plates or something... I'm starved.

[It like the whole Ophelia situation are too complicated to tell over a food hunt of all things. Eddie either way quietly pffts. He can roll with it.] Eh, I've been called worse things.

I'll go dig through the back room, you grab a table. [He gestures at the one table someone had apparently dragged in along with a few old beaten up chairs.]

I'll be right back. [With that he heads into the back, Heather can probably hear him digging around looking for plates.]

Oh yeah? Nice guy like you? Can't imagine what.

[She blinks when he disappears into the back room, but shrugs and goes over to the table, making sure it's been cleared off and clean enough to eat off of.]

[Clink, clank, shuffle, thump, whump, those are about the sounds that can be heard from the backroom as Eddie digs around. Eddie is a walking comedy act it seems.

A muffled 'Hot damn!' is heard next followed by a few more clinks and Eddie reemerges from the back room. He's obviously pleased with the find of another cake, this one considerably less stale, some plates and forks.]

Apparently we're going to be eating nothing but cake for today, I found another one. Hellva lot less stale in comparison to the first one. [He walks over, handing Heather her plate along with a fork, he setting the cake he found off to the side of the table, the roadie taking a seat across from her.]

Oh, score!

[Takes the plate and sits down, digging in.] Huh, pretty good. Definitely could have worse meals.

[Eddie helps himself to some of the first cake, obviously happy with the turn of events.] True enough, we'll probably just both be really frikkin' sick of cake after this. Either way, it's bitchin' while it lasts.

[So says the man who is obviously enjoying the hell out of it. He missed real food.]

You're probably right. Oh well. It could be MUCH worse.

[Devours her piece in record time.]

Could be just stale bread or something a lot worse. [He agrees, pretty much keeping pace with her on the cake eating. He hasn't eaten any in months, so he'll take joy out of this.]

Reminds me though, we should probably find some place with food to stay this time. Make getting meals easier. I'd say we should stay here, but from the looks of it someone else has been digging around. I'd rather not have one of those Akuma-things come in here when we're both asleep.

[She nods, wiping frosting off her face.] You think this would be a good place, or should we keep looking? They had straight up restaurants back then, right? Having a decent kitchen wouldn't be bad...

I'm still iffy about here. The locks been broken on the door on this side and the chairs dragged in here makes it less than safe to crash at. [He gestures at the door, the handle on their side is a little looser than it was on the outside.]

Be a good idea, make the whole getting food and preparing it deal a lot less of a chore. I know you can kick ass, but I still don't exactly like leaving you alone. [Stubbornly protective moment thar, though he drops it with a shake of his head.] We'll just have to poke around a little and we'll probably find a restaurant we can call dibs on.

Pshh. [She waves her hand dismissively.] I can handle my own. But it's nice of you to be concerned.

[She finishes the cake and licks the last of the frosting off her fork.] I'm game for some more exploration. Beats sitting around, waiting for something to attack us.

I figured as much, you did save my ass back there after all. [Small shrug on his part, he's always been a little protective of people he considers friends. Heather is filed under that so, she can expect fussing.] Still doesn't mean I won't worry some.

[Eddie is a little less neat, he cleaning stray frosting from the cake via popping a finger into his mouth absent mindedly for a moment. He does stop when he realizes what he's doing though.] Heh, no truer words spoken on that subject, I'm not exactly big on sitting around either. The music shop was nice, but not doing us any favors when it comes to actually getting stuff done. London's a big place, plenty of places to poke around, give us something to do while we figure out how to get out of here.

Edited 2010-05-03 21:56 (UTC)

[She waves her hand dismissively.] Don't go signing up to be my dad or anything.

[Oh, ouch, that comment hurt more than she thought it would. She coughs a bit, clears her throat.] 'Cause maybe you're old, but you're not THAT old.

[She stands and picks up Mr. Pipey, already looking out the window to see if they have any good places to scope out without eyeshot.]

Wasn't planning to. [He lets the subject drop at that. Noting her discomfort. He gets up from his seat as well, to give a stretch.]

Always good to know thirty's considered ancient to some people. [He glances out at the windows as well, narrowing his eyes some when he sees some vague movement nearby, could it be an Akuma or Ophelia.]

[She's about to snark back, but she saw the movement too.]

Shit, I think we might have company.

Knowing how both our lucks work, it isn't going to be good company. [He has to grumble back, narrowing his eyes some. His axe quickly pulled free as he takes a step towards the door.

His hunch is proven right when the sound of bullets ring out in the air, followed by glass being shattered near by. Eddie curses at this and glances back at Heather.]

Okay, so two options, run or fight. I'm voting we run again since one shot an we're dead.

[Yikes! She jumps back too when the shots rings out, ducking instinctively.]

Running's my favorite option. Out the back way?

I'm good with that plan, crazy good with it. [More shots ring out and he gestures for her to go first, he'll be on her heels for sure, but he wants to at least take the rear to make sure they don't see Heather. Oh the epic bromance.]

[OMGz that's cute. :3 Meantime, Heather doesn't have to be asked twice, so she's alredy clomping off, Mr. Pipey at the ready, out through the back area to the alleyway beyond.]

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Pfft, these icons almost match, ALMOST.

Awwww cute \o/

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