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]

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."

[deadliestofsins.livejournal.com]

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.