[ Finally, being a big drama nerd and minoring in Ed translation thread together for the inevitable payoff. Stede muppets it up to a level he considers appropriate.
You can't over-sell a jailhouse scuffle, in his opinion. ]
How dare you! Do you have any idea who I am?
[ This is actually ideal, because getting double handed is free real estate to get ahold of one of Ed's wrists. Which does temporarily settle some nameless, harrowing feeling about being separated that he was contending with. Maybe it's a touch too gentle, but, well, he's him. If something he does comes off as too soft or ineffective, people tend not to be very surprised about it.
May as well play to his strengths for the sake of the intricate ritual. ]
When the man in charge hears about this, he won't be lenient.
[ Probably no one has ever had as much fun being in jail as they are having. Good for them. ]
[The guard looks good and proper worried now, and is exactly as stupid as Ed was hoping- clearly underestimating Stede and his propensity for chaos, the dude beelines to his cell door and fumbles to unlock it. Under the clanking of metal, Ed hisses to Stede, ]
When I signal, duck left, and if you can, sweep his legs like I showed you.
[And then the guard is on them, on Stede, and Ed sort of sees red, blood boiling in a very distracting way, so that he almost forgets to give the word.]
Move!
[And as Stede hopefully ducks left, Ed lets go of him to seize the guard by his shirt and yank him down to the right, slamming his head full force against the bars. No safety grip to protect him.]
[ Ha. Sucks to be that guard. Either get better at it or find a new career, in Stede's personal very important opinion. Not that anyone of any skill level could be immune to their special brand of masterful trickery, probably.
Mostly it's so masterful because it's Ed's masterful trickery. Stede will be proud to have a hand on the ball in any case.
Which is to say, he ducks left. It's only the fact that they operate on the same singular and very dumb wavelength that makes this successful. Literally anyone else and Stede would have to be like "okay but whose left," or he'd guess wrong and become this man's accidental safety cushion, but not today. Today is a day for moderate success.
Anyway he fails to sweep the legs. He does kick the guard in the ankles very hard instead, though. Given the sturdiness and quality of Stede's standard heel, it's the next best option. Maybe something crunches. Who's to say? Not Stede, who doesn't care and doesn't plan to think about it. ]
Terminology question: does it count as looting if they're not a corpse? Or is this more of a "general thievery"?
[ Local man just rooting through a guard's uniform like a feral little weirdo on main.
He can't say he sees the personal appeal in this part of things, more power to all the pirates out there who are into it, but as needs must. See, the most basic and pressing equation overruling all other thought processes is that keys = no more separate cells. They were apart for so long after getting arrested already, so putting them in different spots was just uncalled for and needs to be remedied. Also it's bad that they are in jail, but that's so secondary. ]
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You can't over-sell a jailhouse scuffle, in his opinion. ]
How dare you! Do you have any idea who I am?
[ This is actually ideal, because getting double handed is free real estate to get ahold of one of Ed's wrists. Which does temporarily settle some nameless, harrowing feeling about being separated that he was contending with. Maybe it's a touch too gentle, but, well, he's him. If something he does comes off as too soft or ineffective, people tend not to be very surprised about it.
May as well play to his strengths for the sake of the intricate ritual. ]
When the man in charge hears about this, he won't be lenient.
[ Probably no one has ever had as much fun being in jail as they are having. Good for them. ]
hey remember this
When I signal, duck left, and if you can, sweep his legs like I showed you.
[And then the guard is on them, on Stede, and Ed sort of sees red, blood boiling in a very distracting way, so that he almost forgets to give the word.]
Move!
[And as Stede hopefully ducks left, Ed lets go of him to seize the guard by his shirt and yank him down to the right, slamming his head full force against the bars. No safety grip to protect him.]
ur honor i love them
Mostly it's so masterful because it's Ed's masterful trickery. Stede will be proud to have a hand on the ball in any case.
Which is to say, he ducks left. It's only the fact that they operate on the same singular and very dumb wavelength that makes this successful. Literally anyone else and Stede would have to be like "okay but whose left," or he'd guess wrong and become this man's accidental safety cushion, but not today. Today is a day for moderate success.
Anyway he fails to sweep the legs. He does kick the guard in the ankles very hard instead, though. Given the sturdiness and quality of Stede's standard heel, it's the next best option. Maybe something crunches. Who's to say? Not Stede, who doesn't care and doesn't plan to think about it. ]
Terminology question: does it count as looting if they're not a corpse? Or is this more of a "general thievery"?
[ Local man just rooting through a guard's uniform like a feral little weirdo on main.
He can't say he sees the personal appeal in this part of things, more power to all the pirates out there who are into it, but as needs must. See, the most basic and pressing equation overruling all other thought processes is that keys = no more separate cells. They were apart for so long after getting arrested already, so putting them in different spots was just uncalled for and needs to be remedied. Also it's bad that they are in jail, but that's so secondary. ]