A... British New Englander in King Arthur's Court?

[howtheyshine]

It will be, he decides, for a "weekend." A quick trip to make sure other-John-and-Arthur are okay, to help them if they aren't. It scares the shit out of him and he debates bringing his John and Arthur, but that... seems like it could end badly for the Arthur part of the group. Edwin isn't sure why he has that particular conviction, but he trusts it.

So popping back to his timeline, he tells John, is to find the Charlie there and heal him. Get him home if he needs the transportation. It's not a lie! It's just not the whole truth, either.

He doesn't introduce himself when he finds Charlie sputtering blood in the middle of a field in Spain. Just fixes up that injury and takes them both to New York, before leaving Charlie at the address of a 'friend' that John mentioned. It's a church, not a house, but Charlie should be safe enough either way.

He's preoccupied during the whole undramatic rescue, searching this plane for the feel of his other-brother, but he gets nothing until he stops looking for place and starts looking through time on a whim.

Then, Charlie and the one-armed priest Edwin brought him to are treated to the vision of the weird teen boy in the corner frowning into the air, muttering, "What in the fucking--" and vanishing without finishing his sentence.

It's raining. It's soggy with rain, where he blinks back into existence, and his loose sweater immediately feels ten times heavier. Not that it matters, really, but it's not pleasant. Which is why he dries it with a thought and nudges the rain to fall around him instead of on him.

He squints through the gray and starts walking, following the feel of his familiar-unfamiliar family, until he sees two figures through the downpour.

Two!

Edwin grins, almost saves himself time by teleporting the last thirty feet, then realizes that will probably startle them both, badly.

"John! Arthur! I-Is that you?" He's jogging toward the shapes as he talks. "It's--it's Edwin, uh, Yell-- Yedwin-- I mean, I was Yellow, but I picked a name. I told John."

He wipes damp bangs out of his eyes, those still wet even if his clothes aren't and the rain is now leaving him alone.

"The body! It worked! You got it!"

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[greatoldjohn]

The two figures are walking a few feet apart, but the rain doesn't seem to be touching either of them. This, however, definitely took time, and thus both of them have definitely taken some rain. All the same, upon hearing Edwin's voice, the larger of the two's head pops up and golden eyes brighten as he takes in Edwin's presence here. He looks once to Arthur before turning back to Edwin, his brother, who-

Who made it. Whatever had come between then and now, he'd made it. He was here. He could feel that, the senses in this new body so much more expansive than what he'd become accustomed to.

"That was you?"

And then guess who's getting tackle-scooped in delight whether he likes it or not? Edwin, that's who.

[howtheyshine]

Edwin isn't as good at this as he should be. Which, well, that's true of-- of all of it, so that's not new. But this, specifically, is delicate, and the way he's doing it is harder than if he worked on the other side. But he knows for a fact that doing it without permission, beyond being a bad idea for friendship, is generally unacceptable.

All that to say: Edwin has his eyes squinted half-shut and the vague equivalent of a headache as he watches Arthur sleep, gently prodding half-formed nightmares away without letting himself see what they are.

[howtheyshine]

Their second night is more-- no, to say it's more relaxed would be a lie. It's less tense, which isn't exactly the same thing. John and Arthur at least know the most pertinent details now, that Charlie is okay, that Edwin has no idea what happened to Larson and isn't going to go to the Dreamlands to find out when he doesn't know he'll be able to leave. They know the general shape of what the barge is, though very little about their counterparts on it.

Their second night is also spent camped on the floor of an old windmill, after a day of finding what edible plants they could for Arthur to eat. Edwin couldn't help being a little pleased with how much he found.

John takes the first watch outside, which means he'll be taking the whole watch probably, but Edwin will let him and Arthur fight about that one.

So John is on watch when Arthur's vision returns. And Edwin is curled up under a large square of burlap as he passes some time with a nap, snugged up as close as he can possibly get to Arthur without actually touching him.

Protecc.

Even if John is outside to protecc.