Dorothea and Hubert have been missing for a day. Edelgard would not initially have been suspect; they are both prone to their own schedules and wanderings, Hubert especially. But that notice went to their blasted watches, a device truly that only serves as a harbinger of suffering. Recalls. Experimentations.
Things she swore no one else would undergo. Least of all her Eagles.
She is home, waiting, hoping that they have simply squirreled themselves off somewhere -- Hubert, especially, with all the time he spends underground. But it is no use. The more the hours tick by, the more it is clear only she and Ferdinand remain clear.
And in that time she is combing books she's taken from the library, notes she has made. When he does return, her eyes are wild and cold, the way they are before a battle decision. "We storm the building," she says. "Get what you need to be ready."
The look she sends him coupled with her command permeates his bones with a chill. He stops right there, a little bit puzzled, with only a strong hunch as to what building and which reason they would have to storm it to run with.
"...You mean Patho-Gen Headquarters, yes?" he replies. "What is it? Did you find out more?"
He has been wary of Patho-Gen himself, particularly after discovering that they had something to do with the proliferating plant creature, with their suspicious actions below Kelesis. So when they received notice of augmenters on recall, and when it didn't seem as though Dorothea or Hubert were around, the pit of his stomach soured with unease. Now, it is so much worse.
"They are the source of the disappearances." She is sure of it. "I do not know that it is all of them, but with the resources available and who has been targeted, they are involved."
She knows that Hubert and Dorothea are strong. She also knows every day less in a place like that is monumental. Not in the least because it could be the difference between survival and death, mental or physical.
And perhaps some part of her, the soul she does not understand, hungers for retribution. Edelgard does not spill blood for any sort of pleasure, but right now, she would like a guilty party to tear apart. "We go together. We do not separate. Do you need to make any preparations?"
Ferdinand remains hesitant, held back from any sense of the urgency Edelgard conveys by a lack of understanding the motivation behind hers. It had only been a day, after all. He rubs at his lightly horned head in building confusion - and because it has been aching and a bit itchy with the beginning of their growth.
"Hold, Edelgard. Are we not getting ahead of ourselves? Patho-Gen themselves have been candid about taking them, so it is not as though I am in the dark about this fact. What did you uncover about them that compels you to this drastic action?"
She sucks on her teeth, eyes appraising Ferdinand. She trusts him, entirely. He is one of her Eagles. But the Ferdinand she knows is five years younger. It is not the first time she has wondered how her Eagles have grown differently than her, how they may see her as a child or fragile where they have been hardened by war.
"I saw them in a dream, but it was the dreams of this place, not simple sleep. I have confirmed others saw the Augmented in dreams as well. They are experimenting on them, Ferdinand. We cannot leave them there another day."
[ Ferdie will find a little wrapped package for him when he comes home from the Steel Wing one day. It's just tissue paper and a little bow in green wrapped around it, but she tried her best, okay!
Inside is a scarf and gloves set for the cold with a little note (in writing that is very obviously Dorothea's) to check the kitchen. Sure enough, there's a nice teapot and a few cups and saucers there for him, likely second hand but cleaned and polished. There are a few satchels of tea there too for him to try, as she didn't see any of these flavors in the kitchen. His little area in the back also has a new blanket, soft to the touch. ]
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Things she swore no one else would undergo. Least of all her Eagles.
She is home, waiting, hoping that they have simply squirreled themselves off somewhere -- Hubert, especially, with all the time he spends underground. But it is no use. The more the hours tick by, the more it is clear only she and Ferdinand remain clear.
And in that time she is combing books she's taken from the library, notes she has made. When he does return, her eyes are wild and cold, the way they are before a battle decision. "We storm the building," she says. "Get what you need to be ready."
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"...You mean Patho-Gen Headquarters, yes?" he replies. "What is it? Did you find out more?"
He has been wary of Patho-Gen himself, particularly after discovering that they had something to do with the proliferating plant creature, with their suspicious actions below Kelesis. So when they received notice of augmenters on recall, and when it didn't seem as though Dorothea or Hubert were around, the pit of his stomach soured with unease. Now, it is so much worse.
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She knows that Hubert and Dorothea are strong. She also knows every day less in a place like that is monumental. Not in the least because it could be the difference between survival and death, mental or physical.
And perhaps some part of her, the soul she does not understand, hungers for retribution. Edelgard does not spill blood for any sort of pleasure, but right now, she would like a guilty party to tear apart. "We go together. We do not separate. Do you need to make any preparations?"
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"Hold, Edelgard. Are we not getting ahead of ourselves? Patho-Gen themselves have been candid about taking them, so it is not as though I am in the dark about this fact. What did you uncover about them that compels you to this drastic action?"
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"I saw them in a dream, but it was the dreams of this place, not simple sleep. I have confirmed others saw the Augmented in dreams as well. They are experimenting on them, Ferdinand. We cannot leave them there another day."
mid-december.
Inside is a scarf and gloves set for the cold with a little note (in writing that is very obviously Dorothea's) to check the kitchen. Sure enough, there's a nice teapot and a few cups and saucers there for him, likely second hand but cleaned and polished. There are a few satchels of tea there too for him to try, as she didn't see any of these flavors in the kitchen. His little area in the back also has a new blanket, soft to the touch. ]