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Edward Dalca
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Feb 24 2015, 07:11 PM #1

A sigh escaped from Ed's lips as he set down his cell phone on his bed. He rolled onto his stomach and stared out the window, tucking his arms underneath his chin. He did not like this plan, not one bit. Of course, he trusted Morgan. She was his best friend and the closest thing he had to family. But really, the only reason he agreed to place his most valuable possession in the hands of his least favorite underclassman was because Morgan was ruthless, and in hyena form she was much bigger than he was. Magic could be a real bitch sometimes.

There were other factors to consider for this plan too. Hudson had to be out of his room, long enough for Ed and Morgan to slip in and out. Ed had sent a text to Jasper, telling him that it was part of a "really great prank" and that the plan could not be executed without the help of Peter Pan. Jasper had agreed excitedly, and assured Ed that he'd have Nate rushed out of the room for dinner and "some quality roommate bonding". He didn't want to know what that meant. Sometimes Ed was really glad that he was born when he was, because if he had to share living quarters with Jasper Kensington, he might have blown his brains out across the walls in freshman year. Okay, maybe not really, suicide is a little extreme, even for Ed, but still. If his feelings were strong enough, he would have done something .

Now, Ed was presented with an entirely different sort of something. He sat up and let out another large puff of air, enough to make his fringe move. Slipping his phone into his pocket, Ed pushed himself up from his bed and crossed the room to pick up his bass from its stand in the corner. She was still plugged into his amplifier, and he gave the strings an affectionate strum. He knew that in the worst case scenario, she might get some cooties from being in Hudson’s room, and that his beloved bass would be returned to him after the scheme went through, but there was still something bittersweet about giving her up to a stranger. Especially if that stranger is a complete jackass.

Ed glanced at his alarm clock and determined that he still had some time before Morgan showed up, so he slipped the guitar strap around his shoulders and unplugged the bass from the amp. After all, if anyone heard him playing too loudly, the whole plan might be blown. And Ed didn’t want to let Morgan down. Biting his lip absentmindedly and closing his eyes, he began to play Green Day’s ‘Longview.’ The notes and the feel of his bass in his hands eased Ed’s nerves. It would have sounded much better if he could have played it louder, but there would be time for that later. He finished the song and his muscles were relaxed, but he must have been tenser than he thought because he tasted blood on his bottom lip. Occupational hazard, he supposed.

He lapped up the blood and ran his tongue over the puncture wound as he heard a steady knock at the door. Swinging his guitar across his back, Ed made his way to the lounge outside his bedroom and opened the door. Sure enough, there was Big Bad Morgan herself, looking as menacing as ever. Ed had to admit, sometimes he still felt a little nervous around her, but after four years of getting as close as they were, it wasn’t as bad. He stepped aside to let her in and scooped up his boots from behind the door. He moved to sit on the arm of the couch to tug his boots on and his phone buzzed in his pocket. That was Jasper. Ed pulled his phone out, read the message and beamed up at Morgan, feigning confidence.

“The chicken has flown the coop.”
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Feb 24 2015, 09:03 PM #2

Her army boots thudding on the floor, Morgan strode down the hallway, ignoring the students hurrying to get out of her way. Frankly, she would have found it more worthy of attention if someone hadn’t tried to get the hell out of her way, especially when her mood was this black. Anyone unfortunate enough to be too slow today would have Nathaniel Hudson to thank for whatever horrors were visited upon them. This wasn’t just a case of her being angered by a single incident. This was the sound of pebbles clattering before an avalanche of built-up resentment and annoyance came crashing down. Anyone with even half a brain knew better than to get in Big Bad Morgan’s way when she was on her way to raining on someone’s parade. This much aggression, if diverted, could end up obliterating an unwary bystander or two without losing any of its force.

That smarmy bastard – with his multiple-hundred-dollar Armani coats and leather shoes that he’d probably personally picked off the back of the actual cow. To someone like Morgan, who had to fight for every scrap of care and attention she’d ever gotten with a rowdy gang of siblings and the rest of the concerns weighing on her overworked parents, his very existence was enough to be an affront in itself. The fact that he lorded over everyone else, like he was too good for Nemare Academy, well that just set her teeth on edge. Not a good idea when said teeth can potentially bite through a man’s thigh bone. It wasn’t even as though he bothered to hide his superiority, either. She could see him cringing every time she opened her mouth to let out a raw New York accent. As though it hurt him to be around poor people. Huh, poor baby!

The way he spoke to her was the cherry on the top. Morgan didn’t just demand respect from everyone not qualified to outmatch her in some way – she expected it. And having a smug bugger like Hudson waltzing around talking to her like she was just a sidekick, in the same way that the person who cleaned his clothes at home was just a maid, well, that wasn’t to be tolerated. Morgan’s respect had to be earned, and Hudson certainly hadn’t done that. If he had actively set out to rile her, he couldn’t have done a better job of it. She was tired of him, tired of his pansy privileged ass. He needed to be taken down a few pegs, and soon.

Fortunately, Morgan had a plan. It hadn’t taken that much to get one of her best friends on board to carry it out with her. She figured Hudson wouldn’t even notice it if the price of two (or three, or four) large pizzas grew legs and walked away. Spoilt little price. His daddy probably already had a trust fund set up for him to slide into as soon as he graduated. Ugh. As far as she was concerned, in this particular case, she was doing the world a favour. The best part about her plan was, of course, the fact that it only needed one initial effort, and then the rest would be completely taken care of by the school itself. Morgan had seen the rulebook – she’d copied it out a few times in a well-intentioned detention exercise – and she knew that stealing from another student was considered a grave offence indeed.

Especially if it were something valuable.

Something like, say, a treasured bass guitar.

Kicking Ed’s dorm room door open, letting the noise announce her presence for any dudes doing dude things. Having grown up in a house of brothers, and been the top dog of a street gang for a while, Morgan wasn’t really bothered by the gross things boys did in their spare time. In fact, odds were she would probably be able to outgross them in several areas. Delicate and dainty weren’t so much irrelevant as antonyms. The sound that greeted her in return was a familiar one, which made her roll her eyes as she strolled into Ed’s room. He was playing his bass, the big baby. As much as she loved the weird kid (shut up), she would probably never stop teasing him about his attachment to his guitar. As far as unmusical Morgan was concerned, it was just an instrument, just a bit of wood (or plastic) with strings on it. Not something that needed a name or could feel pain or any of the other ridiculous things Ed seemed to believe.

Oh well. Everyone needs a hobby.

"The chicken has flown the coop."

"So Kensington actually paid attention for long enough to get him out?" she replied with a laugh, setting her hands on her hips. "Come on, hurry up. He won’t be out of there forever." Letting her gaze drift around her friend’s room, she waited impatiently for him to finish getting his boots on. Giving her head a slight shake, she returned her gaze to Ed, tipping her head to the side as she checked the underside of his boots for any mud. It would be pretty dumb to go to all this trouble only to leave incriminating evidence behind. Eyeing the guitar slung around his back, a smirk tugged at her lips. "You realise you can’t carry it like that, dumbass," she told him, using the pejorative as a kind of affectionate nickname. "We’re trying not to be obvious here." She let out another mildly unsettling chuckle – the only kind of laugh suitable for a hyena in human form, of course.

{ set by methods to dull my ears of Caution 2.0 }
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Mar 12 2015, 07:17 PM #3

"Come on, hurry up. He won’t be out of there forever."

Geez, Morgan was in a mood. He had just finished lacing his boots, he could only move so fast. He noticed her checking the bottom of his boots for evidence and decided to check for himself. Luckily, there was nothing that looked out of place. Ed tended to avoid playing in the mud in his human form. Mud wrestling was more fun when you were a hyena, anyway.

The taste of blood in his mouth was still fresh, but his lip seemed to stop bleeding as he licked it again and rubbed the back of his hand across his mouth. ""You realise you can’t carry it like that, dumbass. We’re trying not to be obvious here." Ed glanced at the sturdy strap across his chest sadly for a moment before nodding and pulling it over his head, leaning his precious bass against the couch. Morgan knew best, after all.

He walked past her and back into his bedroom for a moment, coming back with his bass case. "Can you tell this is empty?" he asked, holding it up for Morgan to examine from a distance. Ed was definitely not the sharpest tool in the shed, but he could figure things out for himself. At least if he kept his bass in its case on the walk there, he could leave the room with his case too and it would look far less suspicious. That's how things worked, right?

"If I go into the room and come back out with my case still, nobody would notice, right?"

This question was mostly rhetorical, because Ed knew that with the case the plan would definitely go much more smoothly. He was really just asking for Morgan's approval or praise. He didn't mind being called a dumbass - it was more of a term of affection from Mo after all this time, really - but hearing a compliment every now and then wouldn't be unwelcomed. Ed was much more than the comedic relief of their pack, after all. He could be resourceful if he tried.

He tried to be quick in packing the bass away into the case, but he cared more about keeping her intact than executing the plan. (Sorry, Morgan.) He zipped it shut and then swung the case over his shoulder, then turned back to Morgan, stuffing his hands in his pockets. He studied her wordlessly, taking in her expression. Man, she was pissed. Ed would hate to be on the wrong side of Morgan on a good day, let alone when she was in one of these moods. There was an acute difference in the way she carried herself when she was genuinely angry. Morgan always walked tall and proud, a menace to anyone to cross her path, but now in front of him, Morgan looked like she was ready to rip out someone's throat with her teeth. She was always scarier when she wasn't giving a bitchface. That meant she was calculating, planning her next move. Ed could imagine the gears turning in her mind.

Meanwhile, Ed's mind was full of slight panic. He was almost always anxious anyway, but this possibility of his precious bass being damaged... he couldn't stomach it. As the dynamic duo made their way out of the dormitory, Ed tried to mirror Morgan's cool demeanor. He tilted his chin upward and squared his shoulders, puffing out his chest. She was rolling thunder, and he had to be the impending lightning, following close behind, just as threatening. He kept his hands in his pockets for the sake of keeping a casual appearance - after all, if they looked suspicious, they were more likely to be stopped. Play it cool, Ed. Your bass is gonna be fine. Hudson is gonna get his just desserts after he buys you a pizza.

Another sigh slipped out for what felt like the thousandth time as he peered at Morgan as they strode in unison. Underclassmen scattered in front of them, moving faster on their way to the dining hall. They avoided eye contact and picked up the pace as Morgan and Ed got closer. Ed would never admit it, but he got a kick out of the reactions his presence could elicit just by being in company with his friends. On his own, Ed wasn't much of a threat, but nobody ever messed with him (okay, maybe besides Jasper but Ed had bit of a soft spot for the kid) because everyone knew that if something happened to Edward Dalca, Morgan and Banzai would be at their throat in a heartbeat. Not that Ed really needed much protection, he could shapeshift into a 180-pound hyena with jaws that could snap a bone in half, for fuck's sake. But there was something he couldn't place that satisfied him about the way crowds parted like waves for them as they trooped down the hall.

His phone hummed in his pocket again and he read another text from Jasper. It was a picture of Hudson pouting over his dinner plate. He was probably pouting because he wasn't a fan of paparazzi photos. God forbid anyone knew that the brat ate some goddamn chicken every now and then. At least now Ed had an idea of how long they had to get in and out of the other boys' rooms. As they reached the end of the hall and approached room 501, Ed glanced over his shoulder. Morgan's presence gave him some confidence - he couldn't imagine how awfully this plan could go without her - and he leaned against the wall as he looked around. The hall was clear now, as it was more than an appropriate time for dinner, to which Ed was relieved.

As he stood still, his leg bounced nervously in place. He gave Morgan a pointed expression, raising his eyebrows to say, "Your move next."
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Apr 3 2015, 01:03 PM #4

"Can you tell this is empty? If I go into the room and come back out with my case still, nobody would notice, right?"

"I like your thinking," Morgan said with a brisk nod, the equivalent of her awarding him a Nobel Prize. It happened that rarely that she ever complimented Ed on something that he’d thought of. In fairness, most of his ideas were either impractically weird or just plain old dumb. It was practically cause for a national holiday when he had a workable idea, and at the right time for it, too. Maybe it was the imminent supposed danger his bass was going to be put into that was stimulating his brain. Huh, maybe she should threaten his prized possession more often then. In the same of science, obviously.

The real truth was, behind all the bluster and friendly bickering, Morgan happened to know that Ed was more than a hyena with a weird laugh. She just didn’t bring it up a lot, because that would involve feelings and nobody wanted that, did they? There was a reason why Ed was one of her two best friends in the whole world, a very exalted rank considering that Morgan trusted people about as easily as a skittish mouse in a house full of cats. It was just convenient for her to allow people to think he was as dumb as he sometimes acted – in a way, it protected him. She would gladly take the fall for anything that he 'couldn’t possibly have thought up on his own' if it kept him safe. The hyena incarnate didn’t have many friends, but the ones closest to her were rewarded with her loyalty and protection forever.

While Ed put his beloved instrument away, she tapped her foot impatiently. The sooner they set this up, the sooner she got the pleasure of seeing that smug ass get flung deep into the school-approved horseshit. Finally, he was ready to go. "Come on!" she said, in a voice that was practically a bark. Without waiting for a response – she knew he would be right behind her whether he said anything or not – she turned and stomped out of his dorm and into the corridor. She’d done a little bit of snooping on her way here, and she knew exactly where Hudson the idiot’s dorm room was. At her side, she could feel Ed’s presence. It always felt good to strut the halls with her boys – watching people get out of the way with the appropriate fear and respect was just that much more satisfying. One hyena was scary enough on their own, but the minute they came together, they were the terror of the whole school.

When they arrived at Hudson’s empty dorm, Ed leaned against the wall, his eyes moving over the empty corridor. The timing of this little operation couldn’t have been better – everyone else was down in the dining hall stuffing their faces, including their target. The dinner experience at Nemare Academy was chaotic enough that it was unlikely that anyone would even notice that they arrived a little late, too. And even if they did, they would probably be discouraged from curiosity by their desire to keep their facial features the way they had been when they woke up that morning. Besides, the hyenas were known for coming and going as they pleased.

"Right," she said quietly, opening the door and poking her head into the room beyond, checking for any lingering roommates. Witnesses could be taken care of, but she’d prefer not to waste any time. Fortunately, it was empty. Pushing the door fully open, she stepped inside, gesturing for Ed to follow her. He could easily have remained outside on watch, but she knew full well that he wouldn’t let even her touch his bass guitar unless she absolutely had to. Arguing about it would be pretty pointless, and since she’d already convinced him to do this with his precious baby at all she figured she would give him a pass on this one. "Bet this one is Hudson’s," she commented, walking over to one of the bedroom doors and sniffing, wrinkling her nose. "It smells of pretentious."

{ set by methods to dull my ears of Caution 2.0 }
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May 9 2015, 07:49 PM #5

This was it.

Ed couldn't help the thumping of his heart in his chest as Morgan pushed the door open. They did stuff like this all the time. Sort of. Maybe pulling pranks or sizing up freshmen for their pudding cups was different than framing someone for theft, or maybe he was just scared about the future of his bass guitar. Who knew. At this point, it could have been all of the above. Christ, were his hand shaking? He shoved them in his pockets and followed after Morgan into the foreign room.

Looking around, the room wasn't that foreign. It wasn't much different than his own, except it smelled very different. Ed and Banzai's dorm room mostly smelled vaguely of wet dog, sometimes with a hint of something that Banzai got from one of the Tsamkov kids. This room smelled like someone had desperately tried to cover up the scent of a boy's locker room with too much air freshener. It was overwhelming for Ed, and at first wind of the place he felt dizzy. But after a few moments, he adjusted, but he still didn't like the scent. It was unwelcoming. It reminded him why he was there.

He snapped back into focus when Morgan picked out which bedroom belonged to Hudson. With careful steps across the carpeting, Ed met Morgan at the door. The suffocating scent filled Ed's senses again and he lifted the hem of his shirt to cough into, trying to be quiet. Heightened senses sure were a drag. Ed gave Morgan an apologetic look and shrugged the case off of his shoulder. He knew that everyone else was down in the mess hall, but there was still a risk of someone coming back early or leaving late, and if Ed compromised their mission because he couldn't handle some cologne, Morgan would definitely kick his ass. Ed wasn't in the mood for that right now.

Gaining some composure, Ed scanned the room, looking for a good hiding spot for his beloved bass. It had been a while since he had played hide-and-seek, but a challenge would be good for him. He handed the case and his bass to Morgan and tried not to notice that his hands were still shaking. It’s okay. It’s just Morgan. She knows what your bass means to you. Breathe, dude. His internal monologue trying not to let him psych himself out, Ed examined the room around him once more. He carefully treaded to the closet, and poked his head inside. It was too neat, there was no way that was going to work. He tugged on his lower lip and about-faced, scoping the room with determination.

He dropped to the floor next to the bed to see if there was space enough. Hudson wasn’t much of a slob, which Ed can’t say surprised him because the other boy was clearly a snob .There was a shoe storage bin under the bed, though. If it was narrow enough, Ed could slip the bass under the bed and the bin back into place, concealing the guitar, no problem. Trying to ignore the shaking of his hands again, Ed gave a determined pull on the storage bin and removed it out from under the bed completely. He sat back up on his heels and took his bass back from Morgan. Anxiety flooded him again involuntarily, as if he was giving away his firstborn child. Suck it up, numbskull. You don’t have much time, he told himself. With a heavy heart, he tucked the guitar under the bed, careful not to let it come into contact with the wall, or otherwise stick out too far from under the bed anywhere else. Just as cautiously, Ed slipped the storage case in after his guitar, relieved to find that they both fit.

It’s going to be okay. She’s going to be okay, you’re going to be okay. It’s fine. He repeated the same mantra over and over again as he rolled to his feet and dusted himself off. Hands still shaking and shoved back into his pockets, Ed turned to look back at Morgan. He sucked his lower lip back into his mouth and brushed past his friend, taking the now-empty guitar case from her as he went. The air in the room had begun to feel a little thin, and he had to get out before he made himself sick. Not waiting for Morgan to catch up, Ed poked his head out of the room to confirm that the hall was still clear before he slipped outside. Fresh air filled his lungs and Ed slumped against the wall opposite the dorm and closed his eyes.

”We are never doing that again,” he hissed.
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Aug 27 2015, 09:33 PM #6

Morgan kept quiet while Ed looked around the room to select the best hiding place. Just about everyone else in the school would have expected her to immediately take charge and start barking out orders, and on just about any other occasion she would have. She was a take-charge kind of girl. That said, she also happened to care about the kid generally just dismissed as an idiot by everyone who didn’t bother to get to know him any better than that. Yes, she was using his beloved guitar as bait to entrap a snot-nosed junior who got on her nerves, but that didn’t mean that she had to run totally roughshod over what he wanted. If it made him feel better to pick the hiding place, let him. She was pretty convinced that Nathaniel Better-Than-You Hudson would be smug enough to leave something he’d stolen in plain sight, but she wasn’t about to point that out.

Resting the guitar lightly on the floor, she looked around the room slowly, analysing her options. If their plan was to succeed, the guitar would have to be hidden somewhere that wasn’t obvious enough for Hudson to notice it before the alarm was sounded. At the same time, it had to be poorly hidden enough that a do-gooder professor doing a cursory room check would definitely find it. The cupboard was only a good option if it was a cupboard belonging to someone who stored their things like Banzai and Ed did – haphazardly, with mysterious piles that could contain anything. This one looked a little too anal-retentive (and fancy, ugh, what teenager dressed like that) for that. She tilted her head to one side as her friend dropped to the floor, a smirk tugging at her lips as she realised what he was up to.

Leaning the guitar against the cupboard door, she moved over to help him haul out the storage bin. She might be small but she had never let that stop her from doing whatever she wanted. Getting to her feet again, she made a cursory dusting-off motion and went to fetch that guitar, handing it to Ed without ceremony. It was his baby; to her, it was just a piece of wood with some strings on it. She handed it over and then stuck her hands in her pockets, leaning over and watching him slide the instrument into place, giving a helping foot when it came to pushing the storage bin back into place.

And then Ed scarpered like he was escaping poison gas. Rolling her eyes and shrugging her shoulders, she took one last look around the room to make sure they hadn’t moved anything too noticeable before following him out. Outside, her idiot friend was slumped against the wall in a dramatic fashion that would have been extremely obvious if the corridor hadn’t fortunately happened to be empty apart from the two of them. Aw geez. Sometimes Morgan just had to roll her eyes at the bunch of babies she happened to adore and protect.

"We are never doing that again."

This was greeted by a punch on the arm. "Man up, idiot," she said with what passed for affection in a public place where someone might actually see and hear her. "You’re such a drama queen. Come on, let’s go get something to eat." She grabbed his shoulder and pulled him away from the wall, steering and propelling him until he got it together enough to move under his own steam. Better not to let him dwell on what they’d just done. He’d only mope about it, and she wasn’t really in the mood. Besides, she really was hungry – and there was nothing more to do here until the big reveal. Oh, that was going to be awesome… she was going to have to make sure she had a front row seat to see the look on Hudson’s face when their prank came to fruition. Sometimes it was damn fun to be a villain.

{ set by methods to dull my ears of Caution 2.0 }
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