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paixaorpg2007-05-22 03:38 pm
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Character(s): Ed Elric, Mello, and the Prinny Squad (the little stalkers D:)
Content: Mello gives Ed a crash course in modern technology.
Setting: The Joutenheim Inn
Time: Afternoon works >.>
Warnings: Maybe language.
Edward had made absolutely no progress in finding out how to get back to Berlin. Or, in fact, finding anyone who knew the city. Except for this Mello guy; he'd apparently heard of it, but he'd said that there was no way out of this city. That could just not be true because Edward could not be stuck here. He sighed, slumping down in a chair of the lobby of the inn, glaring at the prinnies that would just not leave him alone. Before he found a way home, he would have to find a way to get these guys to stop following him around.
Content: Mello gives Ed a crash course in modern technology.
Setting: The Joutenheim Inn
Time: Afternoon works >.>
Warnings: Maybe language.
Edward had made absolutely no progress in finding out how to get back to Berlin. Or, in fact, finding anyone who knew the city. Except for this Mello guy; he'd apparently heard of it, but he'd said that there was no way out of this city. That could just not be true because Edward could not be stuck here. He sighed, slumping down in a chair of the lobby of the inn, glaring at the prinnies that would just not leave him alone. Before he found a way home, he would have to find a way to get these guys to stop following him around.
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That, of course, didn't make getting shot any sort of picnic.
Keesling, one of the younger prinnies and still unused to the general amount of violence prinnies tended to receive, nearly jumped out of his skin at the shot. "Hey! Not cool, dood!" he protested, once he'd regained the wits to do so.
Freidrich, while not the brightest bulb in the box, knew enough not to anger seemingly crazy people with guns. He quite literally dropped the bar of chocolate, then once again dove behind Bellatrix for protection.
Bellatrix, sick of Freidrich's antics and peeved that the question of the power source had remained unanswered, took the opportunity to remove a small assortment of large, heavy objects from her fanny pack and beat Freidrich soundly with each of them in turn.