Well that was pointless.

[There's an Ed giving the camera a very unimpressed look, though he's unsettled underneath; not obviously so, but those particularly adept at reading body language could pick it up with relative ease; he has the ragged look of someone who hasn't slept in days, a certain tenseness of muscles and looseness of movement that speaks to pain of some kind, though he's trying to spackle over it all with his usual cocksure attitude.

Anger seems to help.]

Like "I'm sorry" actually helps. Fuck you. Anybody who actually liked having Captain Douchenozzle around raise your hands high so I can murder you in your sleep.



[A/N: feel free to assume you (or the replacement) ran into Brewster while he was around; I dropped the ball in terms of bothering people, sooo I'll either backtag that or handwave depending on what's most convenient.]

Wow. Just...wow. Admiral, props to you. Seriously. This is like something from some weird, really bad B movie.

Or maybe Freaky Friday. The one with Jamie Lee Curtis and Lindsay Lohan because she was cute before she turned into a crack whore.


[A/N: Ed is affected! Only about halfway though; he looks like a girl, but his mindset's all him.

Although honestly it would be pretty difficult for anyone used to Ed(ie) to say she's not herself; they act the same, from speech style to outlook to preferences, the only major difference is that Ed is NOT A GIRL.]