I'll Teach You My Ways Grasshoppah {Edgar}

[Sabin Rene Figaro]

He still wasn't used to walking through these grand doors again. Sabin hadn't done so for ten years, so to come back and now to come and go regularly was really quite odd. So much so actually, that every time he did enter the glorious castle, he would pause and admire it as if he hadn't seen it in many years. And today was no different. As soon as he breached the doorway and saw the thrones at the far end, Sabin paused and took it all in. When he had been younger, Sabin had used to try and imagine what their mother had looked like, resting beside her husband. She had died so young, something Sabin regretted every day. Since he had never gotten to know his mother, over the years, just as Duncan became a father to make up for his own, Dunxan's wide had become a mother to him, as he had no real memories of his mother. The only things he had were a few pictures of the beautiful woman and the stories that the older maids had been able to tell him through the years.

A few of those maids remained, which made him happy. They were timeless really, and they would go when they wanted to and not before then. Despite the beautiful young maids that ran around the castle and Edgar's love of the beautiful women, he doubted that Edgar would ever have the guts to discharge the bossy old women that really kept the castle running. Nor did Sabin think his brother wanted to. And speak of the older maids. "Why Sabin, you always hesitate right in that very place. What are you thinking about?" Turning to the tiny older lady beside him, barely coming to his waist, Sabin rubbed the back of his neck. "I dunno Gertrude, I guess because I was gone for so long. A lot changed didn't it," he said a bit sadly, not bothering to hide his thoughts. Knowing her, she would see past any wall he put up anyway. She had this way of weaseling anything she needed out of him. "Guess Duncan's dojo has been home for so long, I'm still not quite adjusted.", he admitted sheepishly.

"Well that's normal. Shame on you for being gone so long, you had Elsie and I worried for nigh ten years." Sabin couldn't help but grin down at her, his eyes sparkling. "I know, I know, I'm sorry I caused such a fuss, I just couldn't stand it here, after father." Her features softened, as well as her rebuke. "I know Sabin, I'm glad you got big and strong. And that you came back to us. Us old ladies need more to do then keep the maids away from Edgar, or Edgar away from the maids." Sabin figured that she had a big job there, as Edgar not only chased women, but also seemed to attract them just as easily. Sabin had never begrudged his brother of being the one with a whole heck of a lot more charisma. Edgar had somehow figured out how women thought and functioned. Sabin hadn't, at least not to that extent. And besides that, he'd never quite had the same views on women as his brother.

"And when are you going to bring us home a nice girl Sabin? That would make this old lady's day." Instantly Sabin colored a little on his neck. He hadn't quite thought about it-...well that wasn't entirely true. He'd always thought that someday he would settle down in a nice little home like Duncan's, with a nice woman that was as kind as gentle as Duncan's wi-...though he could remember the time she had thrown Duncan out on his rear end, so maybe she wasn't as gentle as he thought. How she'd managed to accomplish that, Sabin would never figure out. He blamed the anger she'd had over that one little incident... But anyway, she was waiting there for an answer, so he tried to hedge around it. "Aww Gertie, doesn't Edgar bring around enough nice girls for you?" He got an exasperated look. "Oh come now Sabin, I wasn't talking about anything like that, I meant a nice girl you would keep." Well of course she did. With a deep, booming laugh, Sabin propped his hands on his hips. "I dunno, gotta find one that isn't effected by Edgar's charms first," he pointed out, smiling when she seemed to be thinking deeply about that.

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Words:; 953
Muse:; Great!
Location:; Figaro castle
Outfit:; Normaly?
Tagged:; Edgar
Notes:; This is going to be so great...
Listening To:; Angel - Three Years Hollow
Setting Not a cloud in the sky

[Edgar Roni Figaro]

Edgar wasn’t feeling well. He wasn’t sick or anything, but he was annoyed, which made him moody and unpleasant to be around. It had already been a little while since Terra had come to visit him, and though he had greatly enjoyed her company during the time she’d stayed here, something she’d said kept bothering him. She’d told him about moogle fluffing and how Sabin had come along for the fun. At first he’d almost died of laughter, but then she’d clarified what it meant… Sabin had been smooth enough to get a date with her – Edgar saw Moogle fluffing as a date – when the king of flirt had failed in that department. Needless to say, Edgar was currently suffering from a massive breakdown over having been bested by his own brother. That didn’t stop him from working though, in fact, his frustration and envy only seemed to make him work faster than he usually did. Maybe he should work while upset more often! But… it was pretty rare for Figaro’s ruler to be upset, which was usually a good thing, but with this, it was a bad thing. Why couldn’t he just get pissed whenever he had to work, and then spontaneously cheer up after finishing for the day? That would make his life so much easier.
With added pressure to his quill, he finished up the last bit of paperwork he had. Just in time too, because he didn’t think the poor writing tool could handle much more of his aggression. When he finished, he slammed the thing down on his desk and stomped towards the door, throwing it open but failing to close it behind him. He needed to get in a better mood for the sake of his servants, they didn’t deserve moody Edgar. Nobody deserved moody Edgar. Stomping all the way to the entrance of the castle, he occasionally threw a mock smile in the direction of some of his servants to try and hide the fact that he wasn’t in a pleasant mood. Nobody fell for it though, they really did know him too well sometimes if they could tell when he was genuinely happy and when it was a trick.

“Gertie…” he whined as he started walking down the stairs, “Go out on a walk with me? I need to blow off some stea-“ his eyes narrowed some when he spotted Sabin standing next to his momma bear. Another woman stolen away by Sabin’s mysterious charm. Did it ever end? But as always, Edgar couldn’t stay mad… it wasn’t like he could fault Sabin for his decisions, because he himself would’ve done the exact same thing. It’d be pretty hypocritical if he hated him for something he would’ve done too. “Sabin…” he nodded his head in greeting and walked further down the stairs, “Gertie…” he greeted her as well, though her he greeted with a loose hug. She was so short and adorable. And he was sure she must’ve been a fox during her younger years too. But Gertie and Elsie were probably the only women he didn’t think of in a romantic or perverted way. Sighing dramatically, he continued to lean on the old woman next to him, “What can I do for you, brother dearest?” he pouted. Drama was something Edgar was very skilled in, and both Gertie and Sabin knew it. They probably wouldn’t take pity, but it was worth a shot anyways. “Have you come to point and laugh?” he asked accusingly, getting progressively more dramatic, to the point where nobody would take him seriously anymore. “It used to be me who could charm all the ladies, remember that time? Oh how the mighty have fallen…”

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Words: 617
Tagged: Sabin!
Location: Figaro Castle
Outfit: Usual
Notes: He's just being dramatic, not aggressive or anything.

[Sabin Rene Figaro]

Getrie was still thinking about his words when Edgar himself popped into the room. Sabin turned in unison with the older lady by his side, just in time to see a very pouty looking Edgar come storming in. Sabin raised a brow when Edgar stopped talking about walks. "Well hello Edgar, I'm sorry, but I was just speaking to Sabin," she mentioned a little apologetically. Sabin grinned then, "Yeah Edgar, Gertie's one woman you can't steal away from me," he said with a booming chuckle, slipping his arm around Gertie's still trim waist. Elsie was the somewhat thickening one of the two older ladies, but Sabin thought of them both as mom figures. The look on Edgar's face was a peculiar one though...maybe he shouldn't have made the crack regarding Gertie and not being able to steal her away from him, especially when Edgar greeted him with a 'dearest' included. Well what had been going on to make his brother so pouty anyway? Had one of his flighty little maids run off on him or something?

Edgar did manage to steal Gertie away from him with a hug, not that Sabin minded. He had to grin when Gertie gave him a somewhat disgruntled look for being leaned on, but just crossed his arms over his chest. He had to admit that he was completely confused when Edgar asked if he had come to gloat. Quirking an eyebrow, he sent Gertrude a 'what on earth is he talking about?' look, a shrug being returned didn't help him in the least either. Reaching his fist up, he settled it under chin and took a moment to try and figure out what Edgar meant. Something must have happened, because he sure was crabby. And still pouting up quite the storm.

"I don't point and laugh without a reason to Edgar. And as for stealing women away from you, I know I'm the better looking one, but I don't seem to recall stealing any maiden away from you.", he pointed out, still unsure of just what Edgar was getting at. He seemed so crabby about it...whatever 'it' was, because no matter how much he thought about it, he couldn't figure it out. "What's wrong with you anyway? Did you get rejected by one of your maids? Otherwise you sure woke up on the wrong side of the bed this morning." To Gertie's credit, she tried to smooth things over. "I'm sure Sabin didn't come to laugh, he had just come in a few moments before you did Edgar." Leave it to their 'mom' to try and smooth things over. Grinning himself, Sabin propped his hands on his hips. "Whatever girl it was, I'm sure there'll be others for you!"

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Words:; 631
Muse:; Great!
Location:; Figaro castle!
Outfit:; Normaly
Tagged:; Edgar!
Notes:; XD These two...
Listening To:; Lit - My own Worst Enemy
Setting Figaro-y?

[Edgar Roni Figaro]

Edgar was generally a nice and easygoing guy. He didn’t whine about the sky being too blue or the pillow being too soft, he didn’t get on someone’s case for not sweeping the floors so thoroughly that he could see his own reflection… stuff like that always seemed petty to him, so in general, he was pretty good to his employees. He occasionally went out to get drinks with the guards, he sometimes let the maids have a party for their friends in his dining hall… all was well in castle Figaro ninety percent of the time. But then when he did get in a bad mood, he was seriously in a horrible mood and people had better just leave him alone. Usually not because he was mean or anything, but because he got his drama-face on, and apparently his dramatic self got very annoying, very fast. Maids dived into closets to avoid having to deal with his whining, guards pretended they were busy, basically, everyone just avoided him when he was like this. And truth be told, Edgar didn’t blame them for that, because he sometimes actually managed to irritate himself with his behavior. Today though, he felt justified to behave this way, and so he ended up not irritating himself with his downer mood. That he didn’t irritate himself though, didn’t mean he didn’t irritate others.

Edgar didn’t miss the look Gertie was giving him as he wrapped her arms around her and leaned on her, but he just pouted even harder to get her to just leave him alone and let him use her as a leaning object. He needed someone to hang on, and Gertie was just the right height. “Yes, mock me, that’s the only thing I’m good for these days… an object to be laughed at,” he sighed dramatically, clinging onto Gertie even harder, resting his forehead on her shoulder, “Your words might say no, but your eyes say yes Sabin, and I know how to read eyes!” he pointed an accusing finger in his brother’s direction but then just went back to being overly sad and depressed. He didn’t even reply to either Sabin or Gertie as they tried to smooth things over and get to the bottom of what the heck had gotten into the usually cheerful man today. Oh how naïve they were, it was just beautiful to see, if only he could be as ignorant about his situation as they were, it would be a small blessing. With a deep sigh, he rose his head and looked up at Sabin, his lip was shaking a little as though he was about to cry. He wasn’t, but he was good at pretending. “I… I have lost my touch,” he spoke softly, letting go of Gertie and slumping his way over to his much taller sibling, “My magic touch has worn off Sabin… I am no longer the man I once was,” he turned back away and pressed the back of his arm against his eyes as he stepped away from both Sabin and Gertie and walked back over to the stairs, grabbing onto the handrail before answering his brother’s question, “But I don’t want any others…” he sighed. Honestly, he did kind of want them, but just because he lusted after his maids didn’t mean he didn’t actually want Terra. Why did she not respond to his advances? Why? He had seriously lost his touch if he couldn’t get her to like him. Some would see this as a nice challenge, but Edgar just saw it as confirmation of his failing super powers.

Had he taken his skirt-chasing too far? Did everyone just think of him as a lecherous pervert who didn’t care in the slightest about real relationships? Sure, he never acted as though he cared about that sort of thing, but he was getting older here, and he was realistic enough to know that he’d have to settle down eventually. Back in the day, he’d just laughed that thought up, telling himself that a king could do what a king wanted to do. If the ladies liked him, who was he to deny them the glory that was his body? But the older he got, the more he started to believe that he would actually be alright with having just a single woman instead of an entire harem. With a pouty expression, he turned over to Gertie. “Gertie… if I asked you to go out with me, would you say yes?” She seemed like a pretty good person to ask this question to, after all, she knew him well enough to know she could be honest with him. And she was a woman, a decent woman at that. Who else could he ask? Eventually his eyes settled on Sabin again, “What the heck did you do that made you so charming suddenly, Sabin?” he asked seriously, because if he wasn’t charming, then why would Terra have agreed to go out with him to go moogle fluffing? “Have you been improving your smooth talk when I wasn’t looking? Is that it?”

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Words: 851
Tagged: Sabin!
Location: Figaro Castle
Outfit: Usual
Notes: Poor rejected Edgar.

[Sabin Rene Figaro]

Okay…well that hadn’t worked. Obviously his brother was in no mood to laugh. With a bit of a thoughtful glance, Sabin noticed the pointed finger and sighed heavily, his eyes rolling heavenward for a moment. What was wrong with his charming brother? He sure didn’t look like his normal jovial, chase women across the castle self. Had he slept on his neck wrong? Stabbed himself? Had four women reject him? It didn’t make any sense…his brother was always self confident and self assured…why should this be any different today? “Everyone knows how to read eyes Edgar…”, he mentioned. Okay, that probably wasn’t the best thing to say in this situation, but Sabin didn’t know how to deal with this! He had been in serious training to become a martial artist for the last ten years, not babysitting emotional men. As soon as he said it, Gertie sent him a questioning look, as if asking him what was wrong with Edgar. How should he know?! Giving her a bit of a shrug back, he finally tried again. “Well…I didn’t mean to mock you, how about that?”

Oh man…here it came. Okay, so Edgar apparently thought that he had lost his touch? His touch with women? His touch with inventing? His touch with being an annoying twin bro-…er…anyway! “Er…what have you lost touch with Edgar? Your manhood?” He found himself chuckling after that crack on Edgar’s moping, but straightened up when he caught the warning glance from Gertie. “Sabin, Edgar obviously is pained about something. You should be supportive.” With a sigh, Sabin raised his eyes toward the ceiling, humbly submitting to a tiny little woman that had been like a second mom for them “Okay Gertie. Can I help you with whatever the heck it is that’s got you moping around like this?” Another warning look? Well for heaven sake, it wasn’t like he had asked Edgar oh so politely to be an emotional wreck by them! His upturned hands and arms showed his confusion over the situation and why Gertie was giving him the looks like it was his fault that things were like this. It…totally wasn’t his fault.

With another sigh, Sabin crossed his arms over his chest. “You sure weren’t like that when you were fawning all over those village girls the other day.”, he pointed out. If Gertie kept giving him those looks he’d just leave and let her take care of Edgar all on her own…he was trying his best here, but Edgar was the one not giving him all that much to work with. And he even managed to gulp down his laughter when Edgar asked Gertie if she would go out with him. Twenty years older than the two of them, she was fit to be their mother, and though she must have broken plenty of hearts in her past-…well, Sabin would just keep his own thoughts to himself. “Edgar, you and Sabin are the finest young men in all of Figaro.” Even she seemed at loss for what to say in this situation any longer. Sabin felt like breaking into choking laughs right at the moment, and was trying extremely hard to subdue it.

He was right back to confused the next second when Edgar started attacking his own smooth-ness. As far as Sabin was concerned, he didn’t have any…which was why Edgar got the women. Sabin didn’t begrudge him of that, but he was confused about just what his twin was talking about. He sent Gertie another “Please help me” look and then cleared his throat. “Charming? What on earth are you talking about Edgar? We both know who’s the lady killer around here.”

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Words:; 810
Muse:; Good!
Location:; Figaro castle
Outfit:; That one!
Tagged:; Edgar
Notes:; XD I dunno what this is
Listening To:; I will not Bow - Breaking Benjamin
Setting CASTLE-Y