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[A little girl dressed in a rather unflattering uniform is sitting cross legged in a cramped room. Ed has on her goggles and is sitting surrounded by all the computers she could find and gather. She's made a sort of fortress out of them, screens faced inward. She holds her hands above her head looking something like a mad scientist and something like a pianist about to begin some masterpiece. Then both hands fall in unison and begins typing on an invisible keyboard. She uses her feet as well uncurling outwards and rolling over herself so she's lying on her stomach after bringing her legs over her head, typing on the physical keyboards around her. (Luckily underneath the skirt is Ed's usual black shorts.) Sometimes her fingers drift to physical keyboards pounding out codes in time with music only she can hear. Then, one by one, the screens turn green and Edward's avatar (my icon) flash across them. Ed's face breaks out into a grin]
Radical Edward is in~!
Radical Edward is in~!