Edward - of Research and Vocabulary
Edward sighed as he poured over the list of e-mails, checking each one and responding. It was not as though he did not like some of the other Dragons, even most of them, just that they seemed to have a damnably lax pace that drove him up a proverbial wall. Edward checked a few of the maps spread out on the desk and eyed the board with different colored push-pins he had mocked up after Sebastian's presentation. It would suit for now, but later something less haphazard would have to be done.
He frowned a moment and then checked some of his notes, cross-referencing briefly. Another pin was moved, another added. A return to the computer now brough up a search, and he paged through a few until one site caught his eye. Edward began to browse the...was it called a blog now?
Just a look at the topics got a brow raise, and Edward sat forward with a frown. He read a little more intensely, focusing on what was written, what had been recorded there. This was...not good. Edward came to one focusing on a particular spot in the city and noted an audio recording. Edward listened and by the end was gripping his hands hard enough to hurt. A sliver of fear crept through him, a tendril that was attempting to goad him into panic and flight before he imagined reaching out and crushing it; there wasn't any time for that.
"Well," Edward remarked to the empty room. "I believe this is eminantly appropriate. Fuck." That did feel good. Edward stood up and looked at the map, and resisted a sudden urge to rip the map apart. "FUCK!" he repeated, this time in a shout before sitting back down and getting to work. It never rains, but it pours, and he would have to find a good enough bucket.