Deceiving [Active]

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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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[torridity.livejournal.com]

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~?"

[deadliestofsins.livejournal.com]

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?"