- Location
- Castle Oblivious
OOC:
I believe her name is Annie, not anna.
To be fair too, sir Percival also had the eccentric but fun Aunt thing going on, although in his case is was the crazy but amuzing Uncle.
Unlike Edna, Percival actualy has experience with being a parent. Being a medival man though, a fair share of his kids where probally lost too sickness and other things.
So Percival is also protectif of Annie, but knows how to keep his distance.
...Annie now has extended specteral family. A fun and eccentric Aunt&Uncle in Edna and Percival, a grandparent in Harvey and older siblings and aunts/uncles in everyone else. Polly is supiciously abscend though...
IC:
Percival - who at this point resembles the result of a night of passion between Smaug and Satan himself - stares down at the tiny tabby cat - whos head is split in two by a grin at this point.
*Percival looks around, confussed
*He speaks, his voice sounding like a vulcano trying to speak brittish english
Percival: What childeren? Their are no childeren here. I do not see little any and if lady Ragna here is a child then you qualify as one too, little cat-tecitve.
*Edna's eyes gleam
Edna: Puns, love it dear. Also calling me young~ How flattering, you know how to treat a lady~
Percival: I have been undead for multiple centuries, I out age you.
Edna: Wel alright then...but what was this about a child?
*Percival is shrunken at this point but stil looks like a lizard that walked through a lucifer-impression-convention
Percival: I am refering to little Annie, a young child of eight that caused her own demise by scalding. Horrifying death, slow and painful. Now way for a child perish.
*Edna stares at Percival
Edna: No childeren should die.
Percival: Many things shouldn't happen, like excisting after death. Even then, here we are. We can't change it, we must play with the cards fate deals us.
Edna: Wel Donny my dear, I have been playing this game for a long time and believe me when I say that fate always gaves me the cards I want. So, their is a young child that died? Recently I presume? I don't look at me like that, this isn't my first rodeo, Perky.
*Edna transform into her human form, Percival has also refered to his armored form.
Percival: Follow my lady, young Annie is probally in the tavern with measter RES.
Edna: My my my, what good manners you have Don perky. But a tavern is no place for a child and I would love to meet this RES character.
Percival: My name is Ser Percival Darkridge the third, proud scion of the darkridge lineage hunter of the unholy. I am not don perky.
