[See the icon? This, basically, is Ed. The only difference is, the communicator's situated neatly (or, well, not neatly at all) in that hand on his stomach. It's also clicking on right about...now ( Read more... )

['bout that time again, eh chaps?

...righto. here, have a ZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZT! then there's a soft 'thump']

--Shit! What the--

[there's a pause, and Ed groans]

Fine, fine, I'm posting. There.

[for a minute there's just silence, and then there's another thunk!, as if Ed has tossed the communicator. then the transmission ends]

Gin, your sword's at the police station. Think I handled everything else I needed, so.

If anyone needs me for anything, it'll have to wait.

((and thus ed is unconscious for two days |Db he's fine, just tired.))