http://fullmetalchemy.livejournal.com/ ([identity profile] fullmetalchemy.livejournal.com) wrote in [community profile] paixaorpg2008-04-19 08:05 pm

[Closed] Exchanging questions and answers

Character(s): Deidara, Edward Elric, Pride, Sasori, Zetsu
Content: Three ninjas, an alchemist and a homunculus discuss important matters of the day.
Setting: F4
Time: Evening
Warnings: Possible language, discussion of the ickier side of alchemy, maybe some morbid ninja stuff?


After returning Nina to her room with crayons and paper to keep her interest and promising to check in on her soon, Ed lead the strange party down the hall towards the room he'd been assigned. Once at the door with the appropriate number written in brass at about eye-level, he turned to Pride, offering him a friendly smile.

'Could I have the key back, Pride?' he asked. When the homunculus held out the key however, he made the mistake of trying to take it with his right hand, only to discover that the last two fingers on said contraption had frozen some time during their frequent abuse in the last 24-hours and the rest of the hand was mediocker at best.

He sighed, crouching down to retrieve the keys, this time using his real hand, and finally opened the door and lead the way in. He was slightly startled by just now nice the room, or small suite really, was. There were two large beds, easily big enough to fit two people each, a closet with extra pillows and blanket, windows nearly as tall as the ceiling and what looked to be a fully-plumbed private bathroom with a shower.

'... Is there any rhyme or reason to the economy here? This is what some leaves gets me?' Ed asked of no one in particular.

[identity profile] deadgoldeyes.livejournal.com 2008-05-13 03:12 am (UTC)(link)
Pride didn't like this talk. Not anymore. This talk was of alchemy and hurt, and too much spark-smelling blue everywhere. As Edward spoke, he drew himself tighter, pulling his legs up and tucking his arms close. No expression crossed his face, no indication of his jumbled thoughts, flashes of alchemy across the forefront of his mind.

Homunculi. Disfigured. Killed. Dead. Dead, dead, dead-

Pride concentrated hard, closing his eyes. A shimmer of his flicker washed across him, and then he disappeared completely. It wouldn't stop the hurt that seemed to pull at his chest, but it would keep anything else from hurting.