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paixaorpg2008-04-19 08:05 pm
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[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.
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.
no subject
Even knowing Pride's inclination towards touch--and even after seeing his approach---Sasori hadn't expected to be clung to. He was only accustomed to a thing within his space already under his control; any autonomous contact was (odd,) unusual (awkward). Admittedly, after it was established, it wasn't as uncomfortable as it could have been. In part, this was due to 'comfort' having very little to do with his experience of the world for some time, though it was also due to Pride himself; the homunculus seemed to have his autonomy suspended, in a sense, to some degree.
He held up aspects of a puppet, and a person, and was undeniably art, having been made. This entity was the result of someone attempting to hold on to whatever they could keep of another, and Sasori could appreciate that. He wondered, briefly, who the artist/alchemist might have been, but pushed the thought aside at Ed's speaking.
"It's alright." A nod to Zetsu, as the other Akatsuki sat. "Rest is important; I know that very well myself, and I wouldn't hold the wait against you, when that's the reason."