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paixaorpg2008-09-13 12:09 am
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The search party gathers!
Character(s): Edward Elric, Alexander, Pride, NiGHTS (is anyone else in this search-party?)
Content: The search party... well, searches, i guess.
Setting: F3
Time:
Warnings: Ed will probably swear a lot...
Ed ran full-tilt, or as close to it as he could with kind-of-crappy automail, dragging Pride by the wrist as his head whipped around left and right, trying to spot white fur. "ALEXANDER!" he shouted, hoping maybe the dog would find him, or at least bark.
As he rounded a corner, stumbling slightly but still running, he saw the large, white dog standing amid the milling locals, looking frantic. "ALEXANDER!" he shouted again, skidding, and nearly falling as he tried to avoid colliding violently with the sheepdog.
He dropped Pride's wrist now that they'd arrived and dropped to his knees in front of Alexander, grabbing at his ruff. "Oh fuck, I'm sorry! I should have been here!" he knew that getting hysterical wouldn't help anything, but he couldn't seem to stop his rapid, agitated breathing or the pointless apologies to a dog from spilling out of his mouth.
Content: The search party... well, searches, i guess.
Setting: F3
Time:
Warnings: Ed will probably swear a lot...
Ed ran full-tilt, or as close to it as he could with kind-of-crappy automail, dragging Pride by the wrist as his head whipped around left and right, trying to spot white fur. "ALEXANDER!" he shouted, hoping maybe the dog would find him, or at least bark.
As he rounded a corner, stumbling slightly but still running, he saw the large, white dog standing amid the milling locals, looking frantic. "ALEXANDER!" he shouted again, skidding, and nearly falling as he tried to avoid colliding violently with the sheepdog.
He dropped Pride's wrist now that they'd arrived and dropped to his knees in front of Alexander, grabbing at his ruff. "Oh fuck, I'm sorry! I should have been here!" he knew that getting hysterical wouldn't help anything, but he couldn't seem to stop his rapid, agitated breathing or the pointless apologies to a dog from spilling out of his mouth.
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And then they stopped, and Edward stopped yelling for 'Alexander,' who Pride remembered. A dog, who looked... scared, his mind supplied. And something else, but that, he had no answer for.
Edward was sorry again. Sorry meant hurt, and maybe that was what Alexander was feeling. The homunculus watched the dog carefully. Shaking. Hurt. Yes, that was what it was.
He hunkered down as well, curious and wondering, and reached out a hand to run along the dog's thick fur.