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And the silken sad uncertain rustling of each purple curtain thrilled me—filled me with fantastic terrors never felt before
Edgar (c) @edgar-percival
💋 - kissing
(Ask my muse how good they are at…)
Good Odd, that is rather forward! Alas, the only puckering of mine lips has been for gently blowing dust from an old book, or steam from a fresh cup of tea.
🎺 playing an instrument
Ah… Not to blow one’s own trumpet, but I enjoy playing multiple instruments when I find the time. I am particularly fond of the viola, but the sound produced by almost any instrument is spellbinding.
I do hope you learned your lesson, Mr. Percival.
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Ask muse how good they are at..
💋 - kissing 👼 - babysitting 🍛 - cooking 💃 - dancing 🎭 - acting/performing arts 🍻 - tolerating alcohol 😠 - managing with their temper 📝- planning and following their plan 🎤- singing 🙊 - keeping secrets 🌷- taking care of plants/pets 😈 - manipulating with others 🏊 - swimming 😂 - telling jokes 📰 - keeping track of world news 📚 - worlds history knowledge ⌚- keeping track of time 💪 - staying fit 😏 - lying 🚗 - driving a car 👗 - dressing with style 🔮 - magic 🔪 - melee weapons 🔫 - ranged weapons 💞 - expressing their feelings 😓 - acknowledging mistakes 🎺 - playing an instrument 🎁 - making gifts ✊ - keeping promises
Entry 15.
Good day to those of you that see this- I have finally succeeded in getting this to function once more… Oh, dear Odd, where do I even begin?
The dinner party was abruptly cancelled because of an incident caused by yours truly.
The old doctor was to remove the suppressor implanted into the nape of my neck- a miniature yet cruel device which prevents me from utilising my… abilities. However this little gadget was flawed; the doctor was going to replace it with one created by Madam Shelley that was much stronger, but I simply could not allow that to happen. You do understand, I hope.
The repercussions that followed were… rather malicious, but I suppose from their perspective it was much deserved. Knowing that I have no memory of seeing others of my own kind, they isolated me to a single room for what I believe to be almost 2 years, and recruited another poor Mudokon to fulfil my butler duties. I have not seen or heard this individual, and I know nothing about them… Just that they are here.
I highly doubt I will get to know anything more.
Woe! Why must I be doomed to a lifetime of solitude?!
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so i’ve been wanting to continue edgar’s story for a while but i think i bit off more than i could chew with the dinner party thing 😬 i apologise for going silent- i was overwhelmed and i lost motivation, and because of this i’ve been stuck and unable to continue with the story
i’m sorry about this, especially if you sent a starter. i should have thought about it more before starting a big event thing. i’m going to think about what to do next because i’m not sure how to approach this, but i apologise again. 🖤
🕸Peer into the mind of the lonesome butler of the Steevenzon manor by listening to his playlist. All songs were chosen based on general vibes so the lyrics of some songs may not fit, but they do for some. This took me a while to put together but I am finally sharing it.
🤍Edgar’s Playlist🖤
🕷See you there.
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i’m getting to the other steevenzon dinner party starters when i can, i’m just waiting a little to answer them- it’ll make sense, i promise! no one has been forgotten!

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Part 1 @ahlu-the-mercenary 
Madam Shelley giggled in her scratchy voice, “Beauty must be maintained, dearie! Monthly is not enough, no no no!” She waved one of her claws as if to playfully scold Aslik.
Lord Bramm slowly straightened his posture and continued to watch this Mudokon, somewhat enamoured by their demeanour and listening to every word they had to say. The timid smile they flashed made him cock a brow slightly, and even give a small warm grin in return. It was cute... This Mudokon was cute.
“Ah…” Lord Bramm’s face then fell a little at Ahlu’s comment. “We have had Mudokons before, but they were prone to misbehaving. Our current butler, for instance… He is wonderful at his job, but he is highly delusional and very unwell. He even attempts to spread rumours about us.” He breathed out a long, low sigh.
Prompt arrival was top priority on Aslik's list for the party, namely because Ahlu had been very adamant about arriving on time just as well, which had given Aslik the excuse to ignore his natural desire to be 'fashionably late'. With how often they reminded him that he could easily be the center of attention with his sparkling, flawless maroon suit and black fur collar, he felt it necessary to be there as long as possible, and therefore arrive right on time... Thank goodness for his Captain. Upon their arrival, Ahlu felt the need to come across less steely the usual. Something about the atmosphere told them they needed to appear somewhat approachable, otherwise, they may not fit in just right. They'd keep some of their cold demeanor, but they also wouldn't be hesitant to greet anyone with a pleasant, graceful, refined smile and bow, which they had rehearsed hundreds upon hundreds of times in their youth... And, well, it would show. But when Aslik didn't hesitate even in the slightest to approach the Steevonzons directly without even checking with his Captain for advice, Ahlu rushed over to be at his side, prepared to do any kind of damage control the moment he opened his big mouth. "Oh, my goodness, hello, hello! Its a delight to see the lot of you!" Aslik said in a voice that Ahlu hated hearing. It was so... fake. At least to them, even if only because they knew better.
Not many guests had arrived just yet, and the Steevenzons had not yet split apart from each other. Albert and Howard were talking when suddenly none other than Ludwig Von Aslik showed up, interrupting their conversation. The two sirs pretended not to hear the obnoxious Glukkon, but Madam Shelley, after pouring herself a glass of wine, grinned and scampered up to him, her heels clacking loudly on the floor. “Ohh hello! You must be Ludwig! You’re even more, ehh… handsome? In person!” She greeted. Expensive jewels were worn on her head to hide the bandages underneath.
Aslik's expression fell for just a brief second when he thought no one at all had heard him, but then perked right back up when the jewel-adorned Madam gave him acknowledgement, "Yes, yes, that would be me. And you are...?" Aslik gave his best grin, full of all the charisma he could muster, and none of the restraint. Ahlu made it a point to side step as quietly as possible away from their boss, keeping an eye on both Aslik and his assistant slig, Fernando, as they did so. The two seemed to remain in place, which gave them a moment to safely move away.
They weren't about to try and make nice with these people if they didn't have to, so avoiding conversation without coming across as rude was favorable. Once they were away from the general vicinity of Aslik and his unwitting conversational victim partner, they stood tall, hands behind their back as they slowly scanned the area, noting every potential entrance, exit, any potential threat, and... Hm. Their gaze fell upon the Steevonzons, of which they made a mental note of their current location, before looking away again. There weren't many people around just yet, no, but that actually made it far easier for the Captain to be spotted if they tried to slip away... For now, they had to remain alert and appear relaxed.
For some reason or another, they glanced back over to the Steevonzons again, this time trying to either overhear what they were talking about, or just to assess and observe their collective and separate existences more accurately. Something about them was certainly... intriguing. They already knew exactly which one they were the least fond of... And may have stared a little too long in that direction, wondering if they were missing something.
Madam Shelley took a dignified sip of her wine. “Hmph… Madam Shelley Steevenzon.” She responded as she raised a brow, somewhat displeased that Aslik didn’t already know who she was.
The spindly Chronicler and the scrawny Glukkon were talking amongst themselves. “Dr. Frankenn’s one of the most ruthless surgeons out there.” Sir Albert said with a snicker. “I wish we could see how it’s goin’.”
Sir Howard grunted quietly. “Mm… I would much rather be down there then be up here. Those screams are much more entertaining.”
“Do stop complaining.”
A gruff voice boomed from directly behind Ahlu. “We so rarely hold events such as this, so please try to enjoy it.” Sir Albert and Sir Howard sighed and nodded. “Yes, Lord Bramm…” Groaned Sir Albert as he trudged away along with Sir Howard.
The Glukkon, over 10ft, was the first and only Steevenzon to notice Ahlu. He was looming over them, making direct eye contact. “…Captain Ahlu Cartier, is it?” Lord Bramm spoke. His voice was strong, powerful; yet there was a dangerous softness, a warmth, almost.
Aslik released a quiet gasp and nodded once, twice, as if he hadn't totally screwed up at all. Bulldozing over his mistakes with confidence usually seemed to work out anyway, so he said, "Yes, yes, of course! How foolish of me, my deepest apologies Madam. You just look so much younger in person. You must be doing so well for yourself!"
Picking up on exactly what the two were chattering about, Ahlu felt a sharp spike of rage and copious amounts of worry stab through their gut like a thousand knives. They knew best not to show it on their face in any manner, but it took every ounce of skill they had just to shove it right back down and act like everything was perfectly fine and lovely. Hearing people take delight in someone's torture was painful enough, but... No, hearing them rejoice specifically in Edgar's pain was... Was...!
Their thoughts were cut short the instant that powerful voice hit their ears. Being aware of the presence was one thing, actually turning to see the glukkon towering over them by approximately a whole 4ft and more (even in these boots which made Ahlu 5'9) was another. They were used to their enemies being taller than them, sure, but that height paired with his voice and generally imposing nature...? Then the fact they already had negative preconceived notions of him before they'd even met face-to-face like this?
It did not do them well, mentally. Too many reminders of something they could never fix. Something they had to shove even further down than the rage and the worry and the prickle of fear... with even greater difficulty.
Despite this and the sinking feeling in their chest, they responded as expected, never giving more information than needed and with a sure sense of self, "Ah... That would be correct, My Lord. Captain Ahlu Cartier, at your service and behest." They flashed a polite smile at the glukkon lord and gave him their best royally-influenced bow. They stood back up with their posture in check and a more charming smile in tow with it, "Forgive me, am I in your way?"
Madam Shelley forced out a chuckle. “Why thank you! You look like you could benefit from the products I use, I’d just love to make you look nice and pretty sometime!” She said, resting her face on her wrinkled manicured hand.
The Lord watched Ahlu with a spark of intrigue in his eyes, and his steely expression almost softened a little as they spoke. He examined their behaviour closely. He always had a soft spot for Mudokons, and this one behaved in such a way that delighted Bramm.
“Not at all.” He said, giving a small bow to them in return, briefly close enough to Ahlu for them to be able to smell his expensive fragrance. “It is a pleasure to meet you. I must say that I have never been in the presence of a Mudokon who is this sophisticated and well-behaved.” The colossal Glukkon commented.
Prompt arrival was top priority on Aslik's list for the party, namely because Ahlu had been very adamant about arriving on time just as well, which had given Aslik the excuse to ignore his natural desire to be 'fashionably late'. With how often they reminded him that he could easily be the center of attention with his sparkling, flawless maroon suit and black fur collar, he felt it necessary to be there as long as possible, and therefore arrive right on time... Thank goodness for his Captain. Upon their arrival, Ahlu felt the need to come across less steely the usual. Something about the atmosphere told them they needed to appear somewhat approachable, otherwise, they may not fit in just right. They'd keep some of their cold demeanor, but they also wouldn't be hesitant to greet anyone with a pleasant, graceful, refined smile and bow, which they had rehearsed hundreds upon hundreds of times in their youth... And, well, it would show. But when Aslik didn't hesitate even in the slightest to approach the Steevonzons directly without even checking with his Captain for advice, Ahlu rushed over to be at his side, prepared to do any kind of damage control the moment he opened his big mouth. "Oh, my goodness, hello, hello! Its a delight to see the lot of you!" Aslik said in a voice that Ahlu hated hearing. It was so... fake. At least to them, even if only because they knew better.
Not many guests had arrived just yet, and the Steevenzons had not yet split apart from each other. Albert and Howard were talking when suddenly none other than Ludwig Von Aslik showed up, interrupting their conversation. The two sirs pretended not to hear the obnoxious Glukkon, but Madam Shelley, after pouring herself a glass of wine, grinned and scampered up to him, her heels clacking loudly on the floor. “Ohh hello! You must be Ludwig! You’re even more, ehh… handsome? In person!” She greeted. Expensive jewels were worn on her head to hide the bandages underneath.
Aslik's expression fell for just a brief second when he thought no one at all had heard him, but then perked right back up when the jewel-adorned Madam gave him acknowledgement, "Yes, yes, that would be me. And you are...?" Aslik gave his best grin, full of all the charisma he could muster, and none of the restraint. Ahlu made it a point to side step as quietly as possible away from their boss, keeping an eye on both Aslik and his assistant slig, Fernando, as they did so. The two seemed to remain in place, which gave them a moment to safely move away.
They weren't about to try and make nice with these people if they didn't have to, so avoiding conversation without coming across as rude was favorable. Once they were away from the general vicinity of Aslik and his unwitting conversational victim partner, they stood tall, hands behind their back as they slowly scanned the area, noting every potential entrance, exit, any potential threat, and... Hm. Their gaze fell upon the Steevonzons, of which they made a mental note of their current location, before looking away again. There weren't many people around just yet, no, but that actually made it far easier for the Captain to be spotted if they tried to slip away... For now, they had to remain alert and appear relaxed.
For some reason or another, they glanced back over to the Steevonzons again, this time trying to either overhear what they were talking about, or just to assess and observe their collective and separate existences more accurately. Something about them was certainly... intriguing. They already knew exactly which one they were the least fond of... And may have stared a little too long in that direction, wondering if they were missing something.
Madam Shelley took a dignified sip of her wine. “Hmph… Madam Shelley Steevenzon.” She responded as she raised a brow, somewhat displeased that Aslik didn’t already know who she was.
The spindly Chronicler and the scrawny Glukkon were talking amongst themselves. “Dr. Frankenn’s one of the most ruthless surgeons out there.” Sir Albert said with a snicker. “I wish we could see how it’s goin’.”
Sir Howard grunted quietly. “Mm… I would much rather be down there then be up here. Those screams are much more entertaining.”
“Do stop complaining.”
A gruff voice boomed from directly behind Ahlu. “We so rarely hold events such as this, so please try to enjoy it.” Sir Albert and Sir Howard sighed and nodded. “Yes, Lord Bramm…” Groaned Sir Albert as he trudged away along with Sir Howard.
The Glukkon, over 10ft, was the first and only Steevenzon to notice Ahlu. He was looming over them, making direct eye contact. “…Captain Ahlu Cartier, is it?” Lord Bramm spoke. His voice was strong, powerful; yet there was a dangerous softness, a warmth, almost.
Prompt arrival was top priority on Aslik's list for the party, namely because Ahlu had been very adamant about arriving on time just as well, which had given Aslik the excuse to ignore his natural desire to be 'fashionably late'. With how often they reminded him that he could easily be the center of attention with his sparkling, flawless maroon suit and black fur collar, he felt it necessary to be there as long as possible, and therefore arrive right on time... Thank goodness for his Captain. Upon their arrival, Ahlu felt the need to come across less steely the usual. Something about the atmosphere told them they needed to appear somewhat approachable, otherwise, they may not fit in just right. They'd keep some of their cold demeanor, but they also wouldn't be hesitant to greet anyone with a pleasant, graceful, refined smile and bow, which they had rehearsed hundreds upon hundreds of times in their youth... And, well, it would show. But when Aslik didn't hesitate even in the slightest to approach the Steevonzons directly without even checking with his Captain for advice, Ahlu rushed over to be at his side, prepared to do any kind of damage control the moment he opened his big mouth. "Oh, my goodness, hello, hello! Its a delight to see the lot of you!" Aslik said in a voice that Ahlu hated hearing. It was so... fake. At least to them, even if only because they knew better.
Not many guests had arrived just yet, and the Steevenzons had not yet split apart from each other. Albert and Howard were talking when suddenly none other than Ludwig Von Aslik showed up, interrupting their conversation. The two sirs pretended not to hear the obnoxious Glukkon, but Madam Shelley, after pouring herself a glass of wine, grinned and scampered up to him, her heels clacking loudly on the floor. “Ohh hello! You must be Ludwig! You’re even more, ehh… handsome? In person!” She greeted. Expensive jewels were worn on her head to hide the bandages underneath.
It was the day of the dinner party.
The manor had been prepped for the guests the day prior, and it was spotless as per usual. There were large tables full of a variety food prepped by the most famous and expensive restaurant in North Mudos.
All four Steevenzons were dressed even more lavish than usual; it was important that they dress to impress and to uphold their status.
The gates opened, to those whom had received invites.
Esteemed guests began to pour into the main hall and chat amongst themselves, while in the depths of the manor, something sinister was going on.
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“We meet again, Larry.” Said Dr Frankenn, a grey Vykker with small, thick round spectacles and big teeth. He began to set up his rusty equipment, running his unwashed claw against the blunt scalpel as he hummed out of tune.
Edgar said nothing, just glared helplessly.
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Entry 14.
Time has ran out; I am just about to be strapped into the chair, ready for the operation tomorrow for the new suppressor to be installed whilst the dinner party is going on.
I am… Quite afraid.
Please, I know it is rather selfish, but if you are reading this message, I ask that you pray for me…
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((LOOK OUT EVERYBODY, THE MODELS ARE ABOUT TO COME THROUGH. I present, Shinju [Top] and Lee [Bottom] in their ensembles for attending the Steevenzon’s ( @edgar-percival) soiree. My poor hands, but this was worth it!))
((they look amazing!!))