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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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It hadn't been difficult to follow the events of the group, especially with the panicking and public threating that most (if not all) had done over the journals. Luxord had been watching the group for a short while, figuring his best plan of action would be to disrupt theirs. It seemed as though this was his opportunity.
Freezing the time in the area, he strolled into the street as if nothing were out of the ordinary, taking ahold of the hand clamped on his target and prying the fingers open with little success. Taking a different tactic, he felt along the wrist for the pressure point that would loosen the fingers-
Well. This certainly was not what he had expected. Pulling up the sleeve and prodding at the arm confirmed what he'd thought - the arm was fake. Luxord, not averse to dismemberment should the situation call for it, was not about to be stopped by a fake limb. He hadn't expected a sharp tug to do the trick, and of course it didn't. The next step was a bit more drastic.
Feeling around the shoulder, he found the joint where the arm connected and something over it. Straps, possibly, or a sling. No matter - a few swift slices removed harness, shirtsleeve, and arm from the boy. Nothing to it.
That accomplished, Luxord opened a portal and lifted his target, carrying him effortlessly through. The time freeze would dissipate the moment the portal closed. For now, however, Luxord had duties to perform.