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The Park, Late Wednesday Evening

Edward stomped through the park, fully intending on destroying anything that wasn't wrought out of iron. He hopped a low fence and started to attack some budding pansies. He grumbled as he kicked at the flowers. If only the place wasn't so deserted. Then he'd have something more satisfying to wreck. Something like a face.

[ooc: Edward Hyde is back! And he isn't exactly skipping along and singing. If you're in the mood for a fight or a snit, (or at least an interesting reaction when provoked) look no further.]

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Matilda was walking around the island. Why so late? That would be because she had missed it. And was going to miss it a lot soon. She saw Edward stomping around and paid him no real mind. She sat down on a bench and sighed heavily.

Edward heard Matilda coming, but decided to finish up on the flowers first. If you're gonna do something, might as well do it right. If he saw anything alive in this patch of ground next week, it certainly wouldn't be for lack of trying.

Matilda was never without a book, and she pulled a thin copy of The Lion, The Witch, and the Wardrobe from her pocket.

((I'm not allowed in said Muffin Shop. Haha.))

The book got his attention. His eyes narrowed, and he watched Matilda reading. It reminded him of Henry.
That did not imporve his mood.

[ooc: Now you are!]

Matilda read. It was very exciting. In fact. She might have turn a page or two.

Edward walked over and plucked the book out of Matilda's hands. He flipped it over in his hands, looking at it.
"Never heard of this one. What's it about?"

Matilda, not exactly in a good mood to start with, put on some snark, "It's about an asshole taking things without asking."

Edward's eyebrows raised, and he couldn't completely keep the smirk out of his smile. "Ooooooh. Does it have ill-tempered brats in it, too?" He went through the pages, as if looking for said brats.

"Maybe it would be a bit easier to browse if you weren't holding it upsidedown."

"It's also easier to read when it's not covered in mud." He took a look at the book, and chuckled, as if he'd made a mistake.
"Forgive me, that's my error. I spoke too soon..." and with that, he pulled up his shoe and wiped his muddy shoe off onto the pages. "There. That's better."

This is an indignent face. Well it's not like she never got bullied back in her old high school. She's just really not in the mood for her usual "civil disobedience." He'd find that shoe pulled from his grip by an invisible force. And then the shoe's bottom was rubbing across his face. "Actually, it's usually hard to read with mud your eyes."

That was unexpected. Edward's hands flew to his face, knocking the shoe away. He rubbed the mud out of his eyes with one arm, and grabbed at the shoe with the other. He did not hop on one foot. He had no problem with getting his socks dirty.

Matilda showed no indication of interacting with the shoe. But she did smile a bit, "Maybe you just misread."

Edward snatched the shoe out of the air and stuck it back on his foot, then put his weight on it. He was no fool. He knew that it was no coincidence that the shoe started to fly right after he had used it to desicrate this girl's book. And speaking of desicration...
Edward ripped out a chapter or two, and held them up. "I don't think I misread. It's all right here."

Matilda would have flinched. But she knew that was what he wanted. He wanted to make her upset. Well Matilda had long ago tired of anyone controlling her feelings. She shrugged, "You ought to keep it. Someone of your intelligence is likely to benefit from a book or two. Plus, it's about as filthy as you are at this point. I don't want to touch it."

Hmmm. She was either faking, or she really didn't care about the book. There was only one way to find out.
"Thank you, then. Much obliged." He turned around, and started to walk away, tearing out the pages one at a time and tossing them haphazardly as he went.

She'd get a new one. No big deal. She could rewrite her anoitations. All of them. Under her breath she actually swore at him and he would feel something pulling his ankles backwards out from under him, causing him to fall forward. "Clutz." She said with a smile the dripped heavily with distain.

Edward scraped his hands a little when he hit the ground. Nothing serious, not even enough to get in the way. But it was enough to be bloody annoying. It was enough to get Edward mad. He ripped the rest of the pages in two, and tossed the half with the cover at Matilda's face.

The pages and cover stopped in the air before hitting her. The stopped dead for a moment then shot right back at Edward.

Edward grabbed them and tossed them to the ground. He'd been expecting something like that. He had a second of thought, wondering how to disable her thought-movement. Then he rushed her. Blows to the head disabled everything.

To say she expected this was certainly a lie, but she was on her toes. He didn't reach her, because he was soon running on air a few inches of the ground. He made no progress no matter how he ran or struggled. He'd make no movement forward or backwards. "Fighting will get you expelled, friend."

She says friend with a tone that told him what word she really meant to have there. "And I'd prefer to spare you that fate. You need all the schooling you can get."

Well. Edward stopped, and took a good look around. Books and shoes were one thing, but people? That was somewhat shocking. Not that he'd admit it. He did allow a compliment, though. "You're strong, for such a little thing."

She nods. She'd say it was out of pure need, because look who picked on her? But no. She was quickly able to let go of her anger. Edward would feel his feet touch solid ground as she said, "Let it be a lesson in taking care when you pick a fight with someone on this island."

Edward picked up the ruined remains of the book, walked over to Matilda, and held them out. He gave her a very cautious look.
"It's very hard to tell what people really are. Everyone's got a facade."

"It's self defense I'm sure." She takes the book from him, and gives the first genuine smile of this conversation, "Stay out of trouble."

She turned to go. Not much left to do outside now that her book took such battle damage.

The instant the girl was turned, Edward's face contorted into an ugly glare, and his fist slammed into the back of her head.
Battle damage? Edward could show her battle damage.

A hit like that one sent the little girl sprawling onto her stomach into the bushes. She didn't appear to move, she did cry out for a moment though, before she hit the ground that is.

Edward got moving. Matilda seemed like a tough little thing, and he didn't want to be in range of her mind-powers when she realized what he'd done.
It didn't occur to Edward that he could've really hurt her.

Miho glared at Edward. What did the flowers ever do to him? That was just rude.

Edward leered back at Miho, and gave an intact blossom his heel. Damn, but the attention felt good.

Miho glared pointedly at the flower, then arched one eyebrow at Edward.

Edward gave a snort of laughter. "Did you cultivate those weeds, or is it just a usual female affection for flowers?"

Actually, she just disdained waste. And, yes, the flowers were pretty. Miho liked pretty things.

Edward looked curious. Why wasn't she talking? Usually, someone would have said something by now.

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