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</div><br/><span style="font-size: 22px">Edward Luger</span><br/><b>Zodiac Sign: </b>Zodiac Ox<br/><b>Time:</b>1pm local time, July 20th<br/><b>Location: </b>Edward's Room, Zodiac Base, Terramore<br/><b>Mood Song:</b><a class="link link--external" data-proxy-href="/proxy.php?link=https%3A%2F%2Fwww.youtube.com%2Fwatch%3Fv%3DE7wUPGQYRso&amp;hash=b6abc5b69f61a8c8ac05928a93fa1468" href="https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=E7wUPGQYRso" rel="nofollow ugc noopener" target="_blank">Victorious - Panic! At The Disco</a><br/><b>Wearing:</b>Tailored black suit, black leather gloves<br/><b>Tagging: </b><br/><b>Mentioning:</b>Liselotte, Idris, Vincent<br/><hr class="bbc-hr"/>Edward stretched slightly as he watched Liselotte depart his side join up with the lady of House Darke. The old butler was glad to see that old friends existed for his young mistress, especially one she had bonded so closely with before Terramore had become a ghost town. And as Edward began unloading half a dozen heavy bags, the old man wondered how Idris' father had been since their rapid departure from each other.<br/><br/>Of course, there had been a time in the distant past where Vincent and Edward had been at odds. After all, Vincent had come from a prestigious family of elemental wielders, while Edward's family existed solely to continue personal service and protection for the heirs and heiresses of the Summerfield family. But the two had forged a decent bond over the decades working alongside each other. They were both powerful in their own right, had kept each other alive through various missions, and even discussed the pains and pleasures of raising children. And it was the lord of House Darke that had once advocated that reason the title of Zodiac Ox had exclusively been held by members of the Luger family since Supers first existed was due to the excellence of their swordsmanship.<br/><br/>True, the lineage of his family was one filled with disdain for the impenetrable force that represented the Luger family's ability, but a sword was only a useful tool when pointed at an enemy, and it had been all too long since Edward had held a sword against anything more dangerous than an apple or a freshly caught salmon.<br/><br/>"Today is certainly one worth living to see..." The old man mused to himself as he hefted the bags onto his shoulders, his rough hands latching around the handles of two rolling bags. Like many members of his family, Edward seemed frozen in time after hitting 40, only forced to show his age through the silver coursing through his hair, a token he wore with pride. His body, however, remained untouched by fate, the chiseled form he had reached in his 20s continuing to service him now in his 70s.<br/><br/>Edward brought the bags to his old room initially, glad that nobody had moved in during his nearly two decades of retirement. On the dresser to one side of the room sat an ornate series of framed pictures, and Edward gravitated toward one the moment he let Liselotte's bags touch the floor. In the background of the photograph was a freshly-turned 60 year old Edward, his right arm around the shoulders of a beautiful English woman, his late wife Isabella. In front of them was his son Jameson, his daughter-in-law Madison, and his granddaughter Samantha, who had turned 6 that day. To Edward's left side stood Thomas Summerfield, then Lady Ekaterina, and to the front of the couple was 8 year old Liselotte, who also had her birthday that day. The two girls were dressed up almost identically, and could basically be siblings if not for the stark contrast in their hair. Liselotte's curly blonde pigtails hung around her face, the girl not yet bound to a wheelchair, while Samantha kept her raven hair in a neat ponytail, her hands resting on the hilt of her first sword.<br/><br/>Jameson had never been interested in becoming a hero to follow in Edward's footsteps, preferring to ride a corporate desk and maintaining his training in the background. Samantha, on the other hand, had taken to the sword instantly, even by the Luger family's standards. For now, the girl was finishing her education in France, but come next summer, she would start her official training to keep the Summerfield family safe and attend to their needs, the same training he had received over 50 years prior.<br/><br/>Edward put down the picture, drifting to a photo of him and Isabella on their wedding day. What had started as letters between foreign penpals had changed to romance, and eventually Edward moved to Leeds to woo her. She had always been a bit apprehensive about his powers, but Isabella knew that Edward couldn't change how he had been born and easily accepted that the man's skills were used for good. She was a woman of simple pleasures, and when they moved back to the Summerfield manor it was an easy sell for her. Edward could easily bring to mind his favorite moments of her time at his side, of how radiant she looked as she relaxed at one of the garden tables, writing her manuscripts and sipping tea. How wonderful she made their little side home smell with her freshly baked treats. How happy she was attending to Jameson while he ran around the garden, causing mischief for the too-strict head maid of the time.<br/><br/>The old butler sighed and allowed a tender smile to cross his face, then looked over the last picture on the dresser. Samantha and Liselotte in their late teens, during the time the girls had dated. The girls were dressed in matching deep violet dresses, laughing at some joke they had shared while dancing on Christmas Eve. It was the last photo Edward had brought to Zodiac Island before The Culling, and sadly the last picture of Samantha before she left for college. Even in his retirement from the Zodiac Force, the old man had always made sure to visit a few times a year and check in one his old cohorts, or to give advice to the kids that lived on the island hoping to become heroes like their parents. If only some of their parents had been heroes for more than money and fame...<br/><br/>Nevertheless, Edward stepped back from the dresser and left his room, opening the door of the next room over. Empty, totally cleaned out of possessions. That could certainly be fixed, and Edward declared the room for Liselotte by bringing in suitcase after suitcase and bag after bag. Just the clothes alone were worth a small fortune, and Edward had never understood why noble ladies always seemed to need far more clothes than they could ever wear in a year. But this was not the place for his particular opinion, only for him to do his duty and make sure the room was as comfortable as he could make it for the young woman he had vowed his sword to.