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this cultured hell that tests my youth
Title: this cultured hell that tests my youth
Fandom: Bungou Stray Dogs
Character(s): Poe, Fitzgerald
Pairing(s): None
Genre: General
Word Count: 500
Rating: G
Warnings: None
Summary: Fitzgerald recruits Poe for the Guild.
Notes: Henry Poe was also a writer! Rosalie Poe was not.
There are three siblings in the Poe family. Of them, Edgar is easily the most famous and acclaimed. He writes spectacular mysteries, receives award after award, and right now has Francis Scott Key Fitzgerald personally seeking him out to invite him into the Guild, one of the highest honors any Ability user could hope to achieve in their lifetime.
And yet.
“My brother Henry is a far better writer than I am,” Edgar says with a sigh, letting his pen drop onto his desk. The raccoon he keeps as a pet sniffs it, then sniffs Scott, then decides to wander off somewhere else more interesting to a small animal. “If you’re interested in finding the best of the best, then you should go find him instead. I think he’s staying in Baltimore right now?”
“Mr. Poe,” Scott says, smoothly, “as I recall, your brother has no Ability.”
“So?” Edgar asks.
“So having an Ability is a basic requirement for membership in the Guild,” Scott replies. “It always has been and always will be. Even if I did believe your brother had more talent than you - which I certainly don’t, in the face of all your accomplishments - I’m afraid he doesn’t qualify.”
“What good will my Ability do you?” Edgar asks. “Do you expect me to ask your enemies to sit down and read a book instead of attacking you? I’d be as much use to you as my sister Rosalie would. Less, maybe. She’s more fun at parties.”
Scott does like a good party - but that’s a digression right now. “Don’t sell yourself short,” he says. “I’m sure I can make good use of you and your Ability.”
Edgar still looks unconvinced. “Well… I still don’t know what you’d need me for besides cannon fodder...”
Scott chuckles. “Ridiculous. An author should be more imaginative; I’m not going to send you into a battle you’re not suited for. All I ask is that you do me a few favors when I call on you. You won’t even need to pay me any dues.”
“...If I agree to join the Guild, will it get this conversation to be over?” Edgar asks.
“Absolutely,” says Scott, who can tell a winning method of pressuring someone to join the Guild when he hears it.
Edgar sighs heavily. “I agree. Give me whatever you need me to sign, and then please leave me alone. I was in the middle of writing something.”
There are a few papers, which Edgar skims over in their entirety before signing - Scott’s glad he’s not one of those fools who’ll sign things they haven’t looked at at all. Scott gathers up his papers and makes his exit with a smile and a “Good day, old sport.” He tries not to trip over the raccoon on the way out.
When the right time comes, he’ll make good use of all his available resources: money and Guild members. Having more available for his own use has never hurt him so far.
So far.
Fandom: Bungou Stray Dogs
Character(s): Poe, Fitzgerald
Pairing(s): None
Genre: General
Word Count: 500
Rating: G
Warnings: None
Summary: Fitzgerald recruits Poe for the Guild.
Notes: Henry Poe was also a writer! Rosalie Poe was not.
There are three siblings in the Poe family. Of them, Edgar is easily the most famous and acclaimed. He writes spectacular mysteries, receives award after award, and right now has Francis Scott Key Fitzgerald personally seeking him out to invite him into the Guild, one of the highest honors any Ability user could hope to achieve in their lifetime.
And yet.
“My brother Henry is a far better writer than I am,” Edgar says with a sigh, letting his pen drop onto his desk. The raccoon he keeps as a pet sniffs it, then sniffs Scott, then decides to wander off somewhere else more interesting to a small animal. “If you’re interested in finding the best of the best, then you should go find him instead. I think he’s staying in Baltimore right now?”
“Mr. Poe,” Scott says, smoothly, “as I recall, your brother has no Ability.”
“So?” Edgar asks.
“So having an Ability is a basic requirement for membership in the Guild,” Scott replies. “It always has been and always will be. Even if I did believe your brother had more talent than you - which I certainly don’t, in the face of all your accomplishments - I’m afraid he doesn’t qualify.”
“What good will my Ability do you?” Edgar asks. “Do you expect me to ask your enemies to sit down and read a book instead of attacking you? I’d be as much use to you as my sister Rosalie would. Less, maybe. She’s more fun at parties.”
Scott does like a good party - but that’s a digression right now. “Don’t sell yourself short,” he says. “I’m sure I can make good use of you and your Ability.”
Edgar still looks unconvinced. “Well… I still don’t know what you’d need me for besides cannon fodder...”
Scott chuckles. “Ridiculous. An author should be more imaginative; I’m not going to send you into a battle you’re not suited for. All I ask is that you do me a few favors when I call on you. You won’t even need to pay me any dues.”
“...If I agree to join the Guild, will it get this conversation to be over?” Edgar asks.
“Absolutely,” says Scott, who can tell a winning method of pressuring someone to join the Guild when he hears it.
Edgar sighs heavily. “I agree. Give me whatever you need me to sign, and then please leave me alone. I was in the middle of writing something.”
There are a few papers, which Edgar skims over in their entirety before signing - Scott’s glad he’s not one of those fools who’ll sign things they haven’t looked at at all. Scott gathers up his papers and makes his exit with a smile and a “Good day, old sport.” He tries not to trip over the raccoon on the way out.
When the right time comes, he’ll make good use of all his available resources: money and Guild members. Having more available for his own use has never hurt him so far.
So far.