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Deceiving [Active]

Characters: Envy, Axel, and anybody else who cares to join
Content: Nobody and homunculus enter Paixao separately and wind up running into one another. ~~Rocks fall. Everyone dies.~~
Setting: Vanaheim gate
Time: Midmorning
Warnings: It's Envy and Axel. Draw your own conclusions.

Envy was nothing if not confused. Thirty seconds ago he’d been somewhere where he thought he’d never escape. Now, there was a grassy field in the middle of nowhere, with a huge set of domes immediately to his right.

This, he decided, was not Amestris. Fullmetal had sent him to the wrong place. He’d been tricked.

Fullmetal, he subsequently decided, was dead next time Envy saw him.

But for now, he might as well investigate this weird little place. The line of people outside was no problem – after all, Envy was a shape shifter, and nobody noticed another blond blue-eyed person waiting patiently in line to give their name (in Envy’s case, a false one), take their strange little rectangle-things and brochures, and enter the city.

Once inside, Envy ducked into an alleyway and shed the blond form for his usual one. If he ended up here, then Fullmetal and that Xing brat had to be here too.

The runt was going to pay for his mistake, that was for sure. Right after he fixed it.

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Meanwhile, a redhead had entered the very same city, through the very same gate. It didn't really register in the back of his mind what he'd been doing before he arrived here...it wasn't quite that important anyway. After pretending to listen to the mediocre introduction from the person running this line, he casually tossed the papers over his shoulder and didn't bother to look at where they landed. Eh, who needed a guide? It was much better to walk around and experience things first hand.

Axel was so busy sauntering along that he didn't quite know that he'd turned down the very same alley Envy was located in, nor did he see the aforementioned shapeshifter in front of him. Oops, nearly tripping over whoever this was couldn't be a wonderful first impressions, but Axel didn't quite have all the necessary components to care.

"....well, I guess if I was a nice person I'd offer you a hand, but I never claimed to be nice, so I'll just ask if you can stand up and move along on your own or not."

Envy had been so completely focused on his intentions concerning a certain blond alchemist, he'd failed to hear the person coming up behind him. In fact, he'd only really noticed his presence when the newcomer had plowed right into him, knocking him into a very humiliating sit on the road.

"What the-?!" he demanded, his expression growing even more dour at the redhead's words. Not only had he been tricked and pulled into some weird city by a brat he hated, now the local populace was running into him like he was nothing?

Envy was pissed.

But he wasn't one to take it lying - er, sitting down. He certainly wasn't above retaliating from that position, however. Almost faster than the eye could see, he was in a crouch, leg shooting out towards the stranger's ankles with every intention of knocking him off his feet as well.

Oh...shit. Axel hadn't really meant to start anything. Perhaps the locals weren't as mediocre as that person at the entryway were. Opening his mouth to reply, nothing actually came out as he moved to avoid being kicked by his ankles. Unfortunately he didn't move quite fast enough and felt it connect. Staggering a bit, he stepped back and ran a hand through his hair, shaking out his ankle a bit.

"Alright alright, so I guess we got off on the wrong foot," smirking a bit, he added, "No pun intended, not exactly. So, how about I turn around, walk back over here, and don't run into you this time, eh? Or, we could just shake hands and pretend this never happened~."

The kick connected - Envy could feel it and see it in the redhead's reaction. He was amazed, though - a blow that hard and he still hadn't fallen?

Hunh. Asshole must be stronger than he'd originally thought.

And now he was making...the hell was this, a peace offering? Was he oblivious or just completely stupid? Envy was betting on the latter. Either way, there wasn't anything to stop him from messing with the redhead...or from making a point.

Envy straightened up, voice full of scorn. "Well, would you want to shake hands with a guy-" He brought his shapeshifting abilities into play, becoming a carbon copy of the man who stood before him, from looks to voice to mannerisms. "-with a guy who looks and acts like this?" Envy as the redhead sneered and ran his hand through that spiky red hair in the exact same way the other man had done it just moments before. He would be interested to see the man's reaction to seeing himself.

So, this guy (Axel couldn't tell how old he was either) was apparently really irritable. Sighing a little, he had been about to throw up his arms in nonchalance, (or perhaps a sign of relieving himself of his attempt to fix things up) but stopped with his arms in midair to stare into the face of...well, himself.

Huh, I sure am a hot son of a bitc---I mean, who the hell is this guy? To be able to shift like that, and so effortlessly...pretty damn impressive.

The surprise on his face was mild, but still quite visible for a few moments. Finally he brought his hands together and gave three drawn out claps as his applause. Cocking an eyebrow and placing his hands on his hips, he asked in a light but inquisitive tone, "Now where the hell did you learn to do something so useful as that~?"

Envy smirked. Much as he hated to admit it, he was impressed. This had to be the first time the average man-on-the-street hadn't completely flipped out when seeing his powers for the first time.

"Natural talent," he replied lightly, waving a hand dismissively. The readhead's voice was going to be a lot of fun - so much inflection and expression. He was certain it would sound amazing when telling somebody to go to hell.

"What about you?" He turned his smirk onto the readhead and plucked at the sleeve of his own coat. "You have any tricks up those fancy leather sleeves of yours, or do you just stand around and look pretty?"

Axel couldn't help but let his eyes continue to flick back and forth, looking for any sort of flaw that would prove it wasn't really himself he was looking back at. When he found none, a strange sort of grin twisted on his lips. It really was amazing.

"Pretty damn talented, and I don't say that so often." Leaning forward a little and tilting is head, as if looking from a different angle, he stared at the replica of himself and almost laughed again.

"Tricks? Sure, I've got plenty of them. Heh, pretty, though? That's a new one. I guess I should say thanks." Smirking, he idly let a few tendrils of fire curl around his fingers before shooting them upwards in an elaborate spiral of smoke, sparks, and flames. Shrugging after it at all died, he put both hands behind his head and leaned against a the nearby stone walls for support. "Nothing too special~."

So the asshole was a fire alchemist. Envy couldn't see a transmutation circle anywhere on him, but that didn't mean it wasn't secreted away somewhere.

And he had to admit, this guy was a damn sight more impressive than Mustang.

"So." He dropped the readhead's form and resumed his own, the smirk never leaving his face. "Now that we've got all the formalities out of the way, just who the hell are you?"

Axel couldn't quite describe what it was at seeing his own self disappear, not exactly relief, perhaps just an odd sense of foreboding or something. Or nothing, considering there was that whole no emotions thing, but hey, who was paying attention to that?

"Heh, I've got the whole intro already planned out," he extended one gloved finger and tapped his temple. "All up here, as long as you're planning on giving me one too. It'd be unfair otherwise, especially since you're the first person I've run into in this place."

"Well fine." Envy leaned against the wall of the building behind him, smirk growing a bit wider. You're the first persin I've run into? Sure, the guy was funny, but looks weren't everything.

"I'll give you my name, sure." He waved his hand airily, grinning up at the redhead. "You go first."

Oh, introduction time. Smirking, he raised a finger and tapped the side of his head. "I'm Axel. That's A-X-E-L. Did you want all the other names with that, or is that enough? Remember, you should probably commit that to memory."

Leaning forward a little, he raised an inquisitive eyebrow. "Alright, your turn."

Envy folded his arms and raised an eyebrow, unamused. "Wait, you had to plan that?

"Fine, fine, consider it committed." He waved his hand again, dismissing the redhead's - Axel's - statement, then meeting his eyes seriously scant seconds later. Very few people ever got to know his name, but he figured he could always kill Axel if the situation later called for it. "I'm Envy."

Forever the opportunist, he figured now would be a good time to search for information. "Hey, have you seen a kid about this tall," He indicated a height of about four feet with his hand. "wearing black, red trenchcoat, blond hair? He and I have some...business to settle." The sharklike grin on Envy's face hinted that not all of that business was exactly savory.

Shrugging, the redhead re-folded his arms. "Nah, but you did ask."

Smirking a little at the dismissal, he stared back into the other's eyes. Envy...huh? "Interesting name," he remarked. "Don't think I've ever met anyone with a name like that."

As Axel had said, he'd only just arrived here and really hadn't spoken to anyone but Envy himself. "Well I can't say I have, considering you're the first person I've run into--literally, and spoken to here." He caught the look and figured it was something unpleasant that Envy wanted this kid for. "I suppose if I did you'd want to know about it though, hm?"

"Not many people do," Envy replied simply. He didn't really think the guy who was named after part of a wheel was allowed to comment on weird names, but hey, whatever. "And those who do..." his face split into that not-nice smirk again "Well, they tend not to tell people about it."

Envy resolved right then and there to crush this guy's face if he made that tired joke a third time. He had the feeling Axel could be damn annoying if he wanted to be, and that was the last thing he was in the mood to put up with right now. He had a small alchemist to find, interrogate, and possibly beat senseless.

"Well duh." Envy kept the sarcasm in check - this guy might yet be useful. He tossed the black rectangle he'd received at the gate to Axel. "Well, if you don't know the shrimp, maybe you can tell me what this thing is."

[OOC: We need to figure out something for them to do. XD; IM me?]

"Oh~? Is that by your request or something else?" he asked coyly. It interested him that Envy would tell him of all people his name, but...perhaps he thought he had some agenda. It'd be interesting to see, considering Axel was quite the master of manipulation elsewhere and didn't intend to relinquish his title to anyone else.

"I don't know the shrimp." He reached up without even looking and caught the mass in his hands. "Well, I'm pretty sure it's a journal. At least, that's what I recall hearing." Shrugging he tossed it back.

I'm not quite sure how to continue this, so I'll just await your AIM and we'll talk then? Until then, I think I'll hold off on posting.

Man, I'm sorry. D: Is everything going to be okay? *OFFERS MAJOR HUGS*

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