http://milkisgross.livejournal.com/ ([identity profile] milkisgross.livejournal.com) wrote in [community profile] paixaorpg2011-03-26 03:03 pm

Hi, Shorty. [Active/Open]

Character(s): Edward Elric and anyone who wants to troll meet him.
Content: Ed arrives in Paixao
Setting: Muspelheim and the surrounding area.
Time: Afternoon.
Warnings: Ed's not very happy...



Edward Elric picked himself up off the ground and rubbed his head. Was he really so dumbfounded when he saw his father that he passed out? He frowned, but his frown turned to a look of pure confusion as he noticed that he was no longer standing in the cemetery at Resembool. In front of him was a large dome, large enough to cover an entire city, and a large one at that! Despite being confused, a little freaked out, and more than a little irritated, Ed walked forward and joined a decently long line at a gate the led to the inside of the dome.

The first thing Ed noticed was that everyone looked the same. It wasn’t like looking at a group of Ishvarians and noticing that they all had white hair and red eyes. No, everyone here seemed to be clones of each other! He fidgeted a bit, not very comfortable at being the odd one out (or with being the shortest on in the line.) However, it didn’t take long before he reached the end of the line.

“Hey, where am-“ Ed was cut off by a smartly dressed man who still looked like everyone else because of his blond hair and blue eyes.

“Welcome to Paixao.” He shoved pamphlets and the communication devise into Ed’s hands and pushed him into the city before he had time to register what just happened.

“Paixao?” Ed looked around, admiring the architecture of the dome before his irritation got the best of him. “WHAT THE HELL?!?!?!?!?!?”

[identity profile] burningamour.livejournal.com 2011-04-03 12:55 am (UTC)(link)
“Might I suggest simply calling me by name instead?” Just because Lumiere was a candlestick that didn’t mean he enjoyed being referred as one on a regular basis. He was a person, not an object. Well, no, maybe he was an object but he only looked like one. Inside he was still a human being and he still had a name. Besides, he wasn’t just a candle. He was a candelabra and a handsome one at that. To think that he could be reduced to his mere paraffin head was something he dared not think about.

Lumiere remained on the bench where Edward had placed him, watching the boy inspect the flower he plucked for a moment before speaking again. “I am only sharing what I have heard, mon ami.” He said apologetically. “I admit I have yet to see much proof of this castle myself, much less of the city itself, but so far it has proven teeming with surprises. I would not be so quick to judge.” Especially when such words were coming from a talking candelabra. “It’s said each floor of this castle leads to another world. To think how grand this castle must be if such is true… Not to mention wonder where we currently reside. Could we be only in the basement?”