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Heya!  My  name  is  Ce  (she/her)  and  I’m  24  years  old.  I’ve  been  roleplaying  for  about  10  years,  maybe  a  little  more.  Find  me  on  Discord  (Ce#4549).

This  blog  is  still  UNDER  CONSTRUCTION,  if  you  want  to  know  something,  but  can’t  find  it  anywhere,  don’t  hesitate  to  ask.

Ind. priv. sel.  RP  blog  for  Druig,  based  on  the  MCU  movies.  Headcanon  influenced.

Temporary  rules  (until  I  make  a  mobile rules  page)  :

1.  I  PREFER  writing  novellas,  however  I’m  okay  with  anything  that’s  not  a  one-liner.  Consistant  one-liners  will  get  a  thread  dropped.

2.  NSFW  is  allowed  and  will  be  tagged

3.  If  you  want  me  to  tag  any  triggers,  feel  free  to  let  me  know!    

4.  Personals  DO  NOT  reblog  any  rp  posts!

5.  Roleplay  is  a  hobby,  not  a  job.  I  use  a  tracker,  feel  free  to  remind  me  if  it’s  been  a  while,  but  if  you  will  keep  bugging  me  to  reply  I  will  drop  the  thread.

6.  I  do  not  have  any  real  triggers  myself,  but  for  obvious  reasons  ped.phil.a  and  inc.st  will  NOT  be  on  my  blog,  and  if  I  see  it  on  your  blog  you  will  be  blocked.

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stcrk​:

         The guy – or Druig, apparently – doesn’t really look like it, but Tony has no doubt they’ll be able to live up to their threats. He has no idea what’s going on ( brain refusing to come up with a proper explanation ) but he does know that Druig is responsible for what just happened. For what he just felt.  Hell, by saying he’ll make them come back, the guy practically admits that he’s the one who made the helicopter leave in the first place.

Of course Tony’s brain didn’t get the note that he could be in serious trouble, because a chuckle escapes his lips once Druig starts to make his way back to wherever the fuck he came from. “Holy shit,” he mutters, gaze briefly flicking up to the helicopter once it starts to descend. For a second he considers the possibility of the helicopter leaving being a coincidence; but then there were the glowing eyes and the weird as hell whispers, and Tony kinda feels like doubting his sanity. 

“Hey!” Tony calls out, and he’s already walking forward before he realizes what he’s doing. “What if the decision’s already made? I can’t just fucking buy and sell land within the span of a week. What do I even tell people? What do I tell my second-in-command?” 

When Tony calls out to him, Druig stops walking and turns around to face him once again. “Is that a YOU problem or a ME problem?” He asks, raising an eyebrow. “You’re smart. Figure it out. I don’t mind if you don’t immediately sell it, but I don’t want any weapons near my people, but I’m sure that much is clear.” Druig speaks.

“Ideally, I’d argue that you stop producing weapons. You won’t need this land anymore, and you’d be saving a LOT of lives doing it. But I already know you’re not going to do THAT.” Druig chuckles bitterly. And.. since there are no deviants involved, he’s not allowed to interfere. Though of course, right now it is a lot more personal, and Druig’s not going to let it happen.

“It’s kind of sad, really. Claiming you’re this intelligent, yet not being able to come up with anything other than weapons to sell. You could be saving lives, or helping people progress... yet every day you wake up and choose to take lives instead. Imagine having that much power and using it like that.” Druig shakes his head.

“I don’t care how you fix it. Just do it.”

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bloodofthefates​:

Music, laughter and dancing surround them but Makkari only recognizes the changes in vibrations to discern one from the next. They’ve succeeded in protecting the people of this growing city from Deviants and they rejoice and celebrate her and the other Eternals as their guardians and protectors. In the alcove tucked away from Ajak’s watchful eye, trade is being bartered but by the terms she sets and with artifacts she’s skillfully ‘borrowed’ without anyone else being the wiser. All except Druig who not only knows what she’s up to but remains steadfast as her partner in crime in all things.

The deal is off the table when the two men across from them try to cheat her at her own game but Druig is quick to translate her warning not to betray her again for the information she seeks regarding the emerald tablet she covets. Makkari is always searching for knowledge, the speed with which she was gifted resulting in her insatiable thirst for knowledge in every subject or area she can get her quick hands on. It’s her hand that Druig takes hold of, prying her attention from stolen trinkets to focus on him. She watches as he signs, eyes searching his face as easily as she read his words but the earnestness in the way he’s looking at her inspires something from deep within her chest.

‘But the others? They will see.’ She questions, a shy smile tugging at her lips as her hands express her reply but a curiosity gleams in her eyes cast by the firelight surrounding them. ‘Are you not…’ Makkari pauses, struggling to find the right word before signing ‘Afraid?’

‘I’m sure you’re fast enough to escape their sight.’ He signs with a soft chuckle. ‘What’s the worst that can happen? They find out.. and then?’ He adds with a tilt of his head. It’s not like they’re not allowed to. There were no rules, and Druig really genuinely does love her.

‘I’m not afraid, no. Are you?’ He asks, looking at her. They’ve known each other for so long, and Druig knows that he isn’t the easiest person to deal with, but she makes it look like childsplay. Their chemistry is a force of nature, and Druig really wouldn’t have it any other way. He is more than content, having her by his side.

To Druig, there is nothing more precious in this world than her. His chest tightens up at that thought, a fond smile settling on his lips as he reaches a hand up to gently brush the back of his fingers over her cheek. “My beautiful Makkari..” He speaks then, before dropping his hand to take hers again. “Shall we?” 

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@bloodofthefates​ starter for my beautiful, beautiful Makkari

It’s 575 B.C., just after the battle in Babylon. Druig’s standing in front of Makkari, right after she tells him ‘If you don’t tell, I won’t tell’. The corners of the Eternal’s mouth curl up into a mischievous smirk. “Deal.” He speaks, tipping his head back after she does.

Not too far away from them, he can hear Sprite telling one of her stories. They COULD stay and listen, but Druig wants to spend some time with his woman, and he isn’t really big on PDA. He takes her hand for a moment to pull her attention back to him before letting go again to sign at her; Stay with me tonight?

No one seemed to have noticed they were dating yet so far, but there was always a chance someone would see them come out of the same room in the morning --- Druig didn’t really care if anyone found out, however. He isn’t going to rub it in, but he’s not ashamed of her. At all.

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shieldretired​:

                    HE SHAKES THE MAN’S HAND. His English is perfect, not a hint of an accent, which means he’s probably not from around here. Maybe some sort of, you know, escapist that couldn’t bear the busy big city life anymore and decided to spend the rest of his days in the jungle. That’s not so uncommon if the documentary he saw once is to be believed. “Ah, man, that’s just my luck,” he says as he follows Druig through the little village. Seems like he has a couple of more miles of hiking ahead of him. “It’s been two days, actually. And —” His stomach gives an audible rumble as soon as Druig starts talking about food, which makes Steve rub his nape sheepishly. “Some food would be really appreciated, I kind of only ate MREs and the papayas I found, and super-soldier metabolism is, uh, a little more demanding.”

                         He looks around while they walk. It’s a nice little village; probably too plain and simple for most modern people, but Steve grew up in an era without constant car traffic and moving advertisements and the humming of electrical wires, so he feels quite at ease here, even if a working phone would have been much appreciated to contact SHIELD. “Yes, I like fruits, thank you,” Steve adds but hopes to God Druig wouldn’t give him bananas; modern bananas are disgusting and don’t taste at all like the ones Steve got used to in his own time.

“I’m sure they will come looking for you, in the meantime you’re free to stay here. We have more than enough space and resources to provide.” Druig speaks as they make their way over to the food. “I’ve got all sorts of things here, all of it is grown by the villagers in this area. Bananas, papayas -- as you’ve mentioned, dragon fruit, camu camu, maracuya and of course vegetables, some meat too... but that obviously needs to be cooked.. help yourself to anything you’d like.” He speaks, grabbing one of the bananas for himself, peeling it and taking a bite.

Druig’s a mind reader... so of course.. “You know, I think you’ll like these. They’re an older kind of banana, our village is pretty secluded so we’ve managed to keep strangers away--” At least, Druig had kept them away, Steve was one of the few he’d allowed near. Simply because he knows who he is. “Although I suppose you broke that streak now.” He muses, corners of his mouth tugging up into a lazy grin.

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chiisaikintsukuroi​:

Whatever answer Ed was expecting, that wasn’t exactly on the list. He watched Druig and was quiet as he mulled that over, “You know most people could tell me they’re an alien that’s been around since roughly the start of human civilization, fighting to keep all of humanity safe, and I’d think they were either high off their ass or just messing with me.” he said finally, “But to keep an entire community from being known about in an age of satelite imaging and making sure planes never spot you from overhead just flying by, slightly more possible.” life of somekind beyond earth wasn’t exactly a far reaching fantasy anymore.

He watched a few others move past them, not seeming to care about the conversation, and looked back at Druig, “And there’s eight of you…what? Just hanging out, trying to kill time until you can go back home? I can’t imagine that hasn’t been stressful over the centuries.” Ed lifted a hand to motion around them, “So, what happens to all this then, when you leave?” he paused and waved the same hand, “Actually, scratch that, new question: what the hell is a deviant? Because I hear that and think people who just aren’t lining up with what the majority of society finds acceptable, and if you think none of those are around anymore I have some really bad news.”

Druig chuckles when Edward says it like that, a soft smile curling onto his lips. “I cannot necessarily hide from satelites or anything like that.. That is not within my power, but no one I don’t want near is getting near. Luckily, the forest is pretty much overgrown.. so that keeps us out of view.”

“Yes, that is basically what it is. I’m not sure where the others are, really.. Or, that’s a lie, one of them is making movies in Bollywood. I’ve seen one. It’s terrible.” He says. “This will stay here when I leave.. there’s nothing I can do about it, so I don’t bother with it. Deviants are creatures... Apex predators that hunt humans. We were send here to exterminate them, to allow intelligent life a chance to develop. Apart from that we were not allowed to interfere with anything else.”

Druig wrinkles his nose as he says that. “People needed to be able to learn from their mistakes. Although I’ve seen history repeat itself often enough to know that they DON’T.”

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chiisaikintsukuroi​:

“Well the people who are scared of people like me don’t see it that way. If you can do anything they’d consider exceptional, and I don’t mean things like being a prodigy or genius in something,” though technically Ed fit that category too, “as far as they’re conserned you’re just a living, breathing potential weapon. They can either get to you first and use you, or they can get to you first and take you out before you decide to be dangerous. That’s all there is to it.”

Ed winced and shifted how he was sitting to ease building pain in his ribs, “I don’t suppose asking you nicely not to read my mind is enough to get me that.” not that he would notice anyways, at least he assumed not. Hell he wasn’t even sure if he’d know when mind control was happening. He waited for the pain to ease back off before looking back at Druig, “What are you then, exactly? Usually people follow “Humans” with “they” and “their” instead of “we” when they’re counting themselves out of that particular group. I’m going to assume not mutant, unless you just stay that far removed and havne’t met anyone else who can do the kind of things you can. So, since we are trusting you in exchange for food and shelter, what would you call yourself?”

Druig  considers  his  reply  for  a  moment,  before  deciding  once  more  that  he  can  tell  him.  At  least  it  makes  for  interesting  conversation,  and  Edward  seemed  to  be  rather  trustworthy.  He  wasn’t  thinking  anything  that  made  him  feel  on  edge  either    (  sorry  Edward,  not  reading  minds  is  not  going  to  happen  )    so  Druig  doesn’t  think  telling  him  would  prove  to  be  an  issue.  And  if  it  DID,  it’s  not  like  he  couldn’t  fix  it.

“I’m  an  Eternal.  Though  I  doubt  you  know  what  that  means.”  Druig  says,  looking  at  Edward  again.  “I  arrived  on  this  planet  seven-thousand  years  ago  to  protect  humanity  from  deviants.  We  got  rid  of  the  last  deviant  about  five-hundred  years  ago,  and  we’re  now  waiting  to  be  told  we  can  go  home.”  He  explains,  leaning  back  on  his  hands,  glancing  over  at  the  blonde.

“I’m  not  the  only  one.  There’s  8  of  us  in  total.”

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chiisaikintsukuroi·:

It sounded like any planes that started to might suddenly stop, or didn’t find this place at least. The wreck nearby would be missed too, then. They were definitely staying for a while unnoticed, Ed hoped it wasn’t too long and that Al or Winry back home really started to get scared not hearing anything. He looked back at Druig and glanced at the doorway behind them before shrugging, “Some of them do, I’ve been threatened just for rumors for anything from guys actually trying to beat me up to claiming a government vehical was going to show up one day and make me a missing person.” those were especially terrifying to consider and Ed didn’t let himself linger on them, “Others don’t treat me any different.”

He glanced over at Druig again and leaned down to set his hand down on the step under them, “A mutation is just a change in genetics. Just one little difference, some people it gives different eye colors, some people have heath problems, some have patches of skin that are different colors, or no pigment…” Ed went quiet, watching the wood groan before the cracks smoothed over, melding back seamlessly after years of use and wear. Level, sturdy, and supporting weight for another number of years to come, he pulled his hand back and shrugged, “Mine lets me understand and change stuff. I’m still human, I just have one part of my genetics that’s different, and that’s all it takes to make me some monster that needs banded together against or controlled.”

“Humans  can  be  fools.”  Druig  speaks,  voice  sounding  a  little  distant.  “They  don’t  seem  to  understand  that  a  genetic  mutation  isn’t  what  makes  someone  dangerous.  Their  actions  are.  Regular  people  can  kill  others  too,  that’s  a  fact.  I’ve  seen  it  happen  more  often  than  I  would  like.  Power  doesn’t  make  anyone  dangerous.  It’s  how  they  choose  to  use  their  power  that  does.”

He  tilts  his  head  slightly  to  the  side.  Druig  can  read  minds,  so  he  knows  that  Edward  figured  out  the  mind  control  thing.  Might  as  well  tell  him..  “I  have  the  power  to  control  minds..  but  instead  of  using  it  to  harm  people,  I’m  using  it  to  keep  them  safe.  I  could  be  a  lot  more  dangerous  than  you  are,  but  for  some  reason  it’s  fairly  easy  to  gain  people’s  trust  when  you  give  them  food  and  shelter.  Even  if  they  don’t  know  anything  else  about  me.  I  could  have  different  reasons  as  to  why  I’m  helping  them.  More  morbid  reasons.  Yet  they  still  don’t  question  me.”

“Although  I  suppose  no  one  quite  knows  exactly  what  my  powers  are  and  what  things  I  can  do...”

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shieldretired​:

                     STEVE JUST KNOWS THAT HE WILL NEVER HEAR THE END OF THIS. Dear God, HR will have his ass because of workplace safety or something, and yeah, okay, he probably will buckle in whenever he gets onto a chopper again, but it’s hardly his fault that one of the drug lord’s son’s fired a goddamn RPG at them for essentially kidnapping his criminal father and burning down the cocaine plantation. (That’s not SHIELD’s job, actually; they were there because the drug boss purchased alien technology off the black market, but Steve made an executive decision to destroy the drugs, too.) 

                     Luckily, the chopper pilot managed to dodge the RPG, but during the aerial maneuver, Steve kind of… you know, fell out, and now he has to find his way back to civilization. After two days, he stumbles upon some sort of camp in the forest. His Spanish is bad, so he kinda tries to ask for help with gestures for telephone or car when he hears somebody talk English behind him. Thank God. “Oh, um, yeah,” he says, turning around and looking at the man. He’s in his uniform (and has the shield strapped to his back), so it’s not a surprise that somebody recognized him. “I’m a little lost, to be quite honest. Do you have a working telephone or satellite phone, Mister…?”

Druig  tilts  his  head  slightly  to  the  side  as  Steve  speaks.  “Lost?  Yes,  I  assumed  so.  I  agree.”  He  speaks,  because  really,  Steve  had  no  business  to  be  here  in  his  little  peaceful  piece  of  Earth.  He  may  be  a  hero,  and  Druig  trusts  him  completely,  but  he  also  knows  that  wherever  the  Avengers  are,  there’s  trouble.  And  that’s  EXACTLY  what  he  doesn’t  want.  Not  here.  Not  now.  Not  ever.

“Usually  we  do,  but  you  came  at  an  unfortunate  time.  Our  receiver  broke  down  a  couple  of  days  ago,  and  it’s  not  exactly  easy  finding  people  around  here  to  fix  it.”  Druig  says,  before  holding  a  hand  out.  “Druig.”

“How  long  have  you  been  lost?  We  have  enough  resources..  if  you  want  to  have  a  meal  and  get  some  rest..”  He  suggests,  starting  to  walk,  sort  of  assuming  Steve  would  follow  him.  “Everything  around  here  was  grown  and  made  by  the  people  in  this  village.  We  don’t  get  a  lot  of  outsiders  here.”  The  Eternal  explains,  soon  enough  getting  to  the  storage  building.  “Do  you  like  fruits?”

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Send 🛌 for our muses to wake up in bed together after having had sex together for the first time the night before.

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chiisaikintsukuroi​:

The words were turned over a few times in his head as Ed went quiet again. The guy knew how to sound intimidating when he wanted to, or was so out of touch with basic interaction he had no idea it was even happening. Both seemed likely, but Ed believed him about making sure this place stayed safe, “Guess that means no planes have flown overhead to look for the wreck yet.” at least they hadn’t gotten this far into the forest.

“Some of us might be ready to go sooner than others. Does that mean you’re going to have them leaving first, or wait until we’re all well enough to travel so we can leave in a group?” assuming they all rested up enough, himself included. Which was, admittedly, not easy for him to do for long periods of time.

“Planes  do  fly  overhead,  but  they  won’t  come  looking,  no.”  Druig  hums,  looking  out  into  the  forest  for  a  moment,  before  looking  back  at  the  blonde  sitting  next  to  him.  “Do  people  often  bother  you  when  they  find  out?”  He  asks  then,  genuinely  interested.

“Humans  can  be  so  cruel.”  He  speaks.  It’s  not  like  he  doesn’t  realize  that  he  basically  just  gave  away  he  isn’t  human.  He  just  doesn’t  care.  Edward  won’t  remember  by  the  time  he  gets  to  leave.

When  Edward  asks  that,  one  of  the  corners  of  his  mouth  lifts  up  in  a  lopsided  grin.  “Everyone  stays  until  everyone  is  better.  So  while  you’re  here,  make  yourself  at  home.  Some  of  them  are  in  pretty  bad  shape.  It  may  take  a  while.”

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@shieldretired​

Things  were  usually  quiet  in  his  compound.  Just  what  he  needed.  He  knew  that  if  he  stayed  in  the  modern  world,  he’d  want  to  meddle  too  much.  That,  and  he  really  didn’t  want  to  risk  getting  mahd  wy’ry.  After  all,  Druig  was  very  aware  that  the  memories  of  those  battles  he  witnessed  long  ago  still  weighed  heavy  on  his  mind.  Even  heavier  knowing  that  he  could  have  stopped  it  from  happening.

So,  when  Captain  America  showed  up  in  his  village,  asking  for  some  help,  Druig  wasn’t  all  too  happy  about  it.  He  knew  about  him.  He  followed  some  of  the  news  at  least.

Druig  exits  his  cabin,  hands  clasped  together  behind  his  back  as  he  speaks  up.  “Mr.  Rogers.  An  honor,  to  have  you  visit  here.”  He  speaks,  stepping  closer.  “I  suppose  you  ran  into  some  trouble,  for  ending  up  all  the  way  in  the  Amazonian  rainforest.  Is  there  anything  I  could  help  you  with?”

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Starter call!

I'm home sick so plenty of time to write

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voluntadfuerte·:

They had been close friends all this time. Separated for centuries and getting closer by the end of it. Too late, now that Druig’s memories were gone. They had a history. But only her to remember. It would be hard on anyone else. It was harder on her. Not being able to communicate properly with the other, that she loved. Never signed the words. But she felt it. Strong. The vibration in her own heart, in his presence.

She knew she was forward but the feeling of his fingers with hers, his closeness. This was awkward and nothing would be simple between them. But she wanted to show him her feelings. Even if it was one sided. She still leaned in for a kiss. She would steal one. For today. Maybe ever. But she needed to let him know.

He  sees  her  lean  in  for  a  kiss  ---  and  he  doesn’t  pull  away.  Doesn’t  want  to.  She’s  beautiful  and  Druig  can  see  her  love  for  him  in  her  eyes.  And  not  just  that.  It’s  in  everything  she  does.  It’s  in  the  way  she  takes  the  time  to  explain  things  to  him.  To  communicate  with  him.  It’s  in  the  way  she  touches  him.  They’re  not  erotic  touches  at  all,  sometimes  it’s  just  a  hand  on  his  shoulder.  But  it’s  a  hand  on  his  shoulder  exactly  when  he  needs  it.  

Druig’s  smile  never  fades  as  she  leans  in,  and  when  he  feels  her  lips  against  his  own,  he  finally  allows  his  eyes  to  fall  shut,  gently  squeezing  her  hand  with  his  own  as  he  returns  the  kiss.  His  free  hand  making  it’s  way  up  to  rest  on  her  cheek,  his  thumb  caressing  her  skin.

When  he  pulls  out  of  the  kiss  a  bit  later,  his  smile  widens  a  little,  even,  and  he  signs  to  her.  ‘Nice.’

[controllerofminds-a]

voluntadfuerte​:

He still couldn’t fully communicate with her. That much was clear. And it did hurt that she had lost a best friend, someone she had grown to love and couldn’t talk to her anymore. Makkari wasn’t the patient kind. The world was moving too slow for her. And Druig’s learning certainly was as slow as a snail. Almost inexistant in her eyes. Yet she was helping. Yet she could wait. For him. It still hurt.

She took him on his offer and wrote on the notepad. You can stay in bed with me. She wrote so. Not necessarily wanting for things to go further. But because his company did ease her. 

He  knows  they  used  to  be  close  once.  Druig’s  heard  the  stories,  not  just  from  Makkari,  but  from  the  others  as  well.  Yet,  just  knowing  isn’t  exactly  enough  to  build  a  bond.  He’s  aware  that  he  hasn’t  changed  any  from  who  he  was  before  his  memory  got  wiped,  so  eventually  they  would  get  there  again..  but  things  were  a  little  awkward  as  of  right  now.

Druig  isn’t  blind,  however.  Far  from  it.  He  can  tell  that  it  hurts  her.  Can  see  the  impatience  in  her  eyes.  She’s  careful,  but  sometimes  it  shows.  Even  though  he  doesn’t  remember,  reading  her  almost  feels  natural.  Like  he  never  lost  that  skill.  Like  riding  a  bike.

A  soft  smile  curls  onto  his  lips  and  he  gently  takes  the  pen  from  her,  putting  it  down  on  the  table  again  before  taking  her  hand,  lacing  their  fingers,  making  sure  to  look  at  her  as  he  speaks,  so  she  can  read  his  lips.  “That  is  awfully  forward,  don’t  you  think?”

[fresh-hot-rp-memes]

Send “brush” to accidentally touch one of my muse’s scars

Send “trace” to purposely touch one of my muse’s scars

Send either of these words plus “reverse” for our muses to switch places

[controllerofminds-a]

chiisaikintsukuroi​:

The bag was caught and looked at a moment before Ed opened it up and started eating, glancing over and back at the village as the other spoke. He definitely had a solid idea of what it was the other had done, or at least had a name for what it was. Another crisp was taken out of the bag at the nod back to the door and he threw a glance at it, quiet a moment, before glancing back at Druig. It was more than possible that one of the others who saw had said something, either when they were pulled from the wreckage or after Ed left the room. A few of them seemed like they weren’t too far off. 

Otherwise for Druig to know- ….Ed cut that thought off and looked back down at the bag, at least he wasn’t being an ass, “…yeah well, trying to do something seemed like a better idea than sit there and do nothing. They’ll either get over it once the shock of near death wears off or they won’t…”

Another crisp was pulled out and eaten before he glanced over again, “…Edward, and also on behalf of the assholes in there, thanks for letting us stay here to recover. Especially if you’re trying to keep this place under wraps.”

“You’re  welcome.  Always  happy  to  help  out  anyone  in  need.  And  about  keeping  things  under  wraps..  you  don’t  have  to  worry  about  that.  I’ll  make  sure  no  one  will  spread  the  word.”  Druig  speaks,  and  to  anyone  who  doesn’t  know  his  intentions,  that  may  sound  creepy  at  best.

“You  can  stay  as  long  as  you  need  to,  but  after  that  you  will  have  to  be  on  your  way.  I  can  arrange  for  transportation  out  of  here.  It  won’t  be  an  issue.  I  cannot  risk  letting  anyone  stay  here  and  get  away.  We  quite  enjoy  staying  under  the  radar.”