Fullmetal

Edward Elric: alchemist and professional pain in the ass.

[ahxngerartist]

Yeah, I’m outies. This blog is no longer affiliated with FRW.

That said, I’m still not sure what I’m going to do with it. Might make it an indie blog, so feel free to stick around!

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Brash && impudence SPEWS out of the male like bullets; to an indirect destination. Response can only contain a small tilt of cranium, a look of perplexity becoming a layer upon features. && the search begins on the appropriate reply, one of amusement, completion of observation ;; blonde curls shift carelessly, glossed lips part as a small, ALMOST unheard chortle slips through.

“Aren’t you just like dynamite?~” the quip is spoken in a playful tone, “But, I honestly don’t CARE if you /continue/ lay here or not, I just wanted to /warn/ you.”

Despite lexicons being vocalized, motion is stagnant as she continues kneeling beside the boy; && hands are clutching one of the stray books that were taken from her locker, studying can wait for just a bit longer, right?

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Ed glared up at her. “Warn me--like I didn’t already know college students can be jackasses and floors are disgusting. Thanks, but no thanks.”

All the same, it was probably about time he got up. But he didn’t want to get up right after the girl had approached him--it would look like he was getting up because she said he should, and he didn’t want that. Instead, he continued to lay on the ground.

Which really was kind of gross, after all.

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“Ah… Excuse me?”

It was relatively unusual for Madoka to make an appearance in the school cafeteria. Most days, she brought a boxed lunch with her to school - painstakingly prepared by her father, the resident chef of the Kaname household, his love carefully threaded into the neatly arranged ingredients. (Sometimes she attempted to make her own lunch, but the results were usually… well, less than outstanding.) While the school’s food was by no means unappetizing - and it’s not as if Madoka was a particularly picky eater - she preferred to spend her lunchtimes with a handmade meal settled on her lap, back against the wall as she sat absorbing the pleasant quiet of the school’s rooftop.

Thus, it was a tragic series of events that had led her to deviate from her usual routine today - an alarm clock failing to go off, a shower that seemed to be stubbornly against running any hot water, a boxed lunch left overlooked on the counter as she rushed out the door. Upon dejectedly realizing her mistake come lunchtime, she had resignedly come along to the school cafeteria. Wanting to at least take the chance to experience the invitingly pleasant weather they’d been blessed with today, she had wandered out into the outside seating area, only to be met with a sea of tables already filled - save for one.

Which led her to where she was now - tentatively approaching the table of another student, tray held in her hands. She didn’t seem to recognize him, which was vaguely odd; while it was hard to gauge considering he was sitting down, he didn’t seem much taller than her, which suggested they were in the same year… Well, it wasn’t as if she knew everybody in her grade.

“Sorry to bother you, but… Would you mind if I sat with you?” On instinct, she almost went to nervously fiddle with her hair, and had to catch herself before she dropped her tray. “All of the other tables are full, so…”

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Ed looked up from where he was stuffing his face, gulping down the food that was in his mouth instinctively to answer her question, coughing when he registered the fact that he wasn't finished chewing. He took a gulp of water, gesturing for her to sit, since his attempt to speak had backfired so spectacularly. “Yeah, go ahead. S'not like I need the whole table to myself, anyway.” He moved his books from where they were sprawled all over the table to give her some room, stacking them next to his tray neatly for once. Astrophysics could wait until after lunch. He wasn't a complete asshole, after all.

He glared down at the milk on his tray instead. Lunch ladies really needed to stop doing this to him.

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Ivory, almost ashen heels clacked against the tiled hallway floor, hands clasped together as blonde drill-like curls bounced up & down with every step. Baby pink lip-gloss shined under the aerial lighting, giving light peach skin a glow; there was a smile stretched across almost flawless features, & sky blue eyes beaming with some kind of joy.

Catherine’s assignment for her Literature class was an easy one, but it was her stroll to the library that was making her filled with glee; it seemed that confidence was overwhelmingly washed over the young lady, she wanted to shoot for an A+, her lowest? A B+. 

Coming up the staircase, eardrums picked up on chatter that could have been ignored, but it was prattle of a different nature, not who was sleeping with who, or who was failing what class–apparently, there was a boy who didn’t belong in the college just laying in the middle of the floor carelessly, & had she not rounded another corner, she would have had no clue what they were talking about.

There was the blonde-tressed male, laying on the ground with a lack of shame. There was a small hum from Catherine’s lips as she examined the spectacle, soon coming to a decision to talk /to/ him, not /about/ him. As she leans down, a hand is rested on the male’s shoulder cautiously as she barely shakes him to capture his attention.

“Hey, you shouldn’t be laying on this dirty floor.” Her tone is ejected in a maternal-like, gentle nature, slight worry clouding her frame, “Some of these people are jerks, & would have tried to step on you, you know?”

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Ed simply did not give a fuck; the college kids could talk as much as they wanted. He owed them no explanations, and he didn't like any of them enough to move out of their way in the hallway. And if any of them stepped on him, he'd give them a black eye to remember the experience by. It took a surprising amount of time for someone to actually stop and talk to him, but he wasn't happy about it; actually, it was irritating as hell. “Don't talk to me like I'm a child; I'll lay wherever the fuck I want,” he mumbled into his arms. “And if anyone stepped on me, I would've ripped off their arms and shoved them down their throat, so it's fine.” He almost felt bad about being rude to the girl for about half a second; then he remembered she was bothering him while he was having his mope, and he was okay with it.

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Obviously, she didn’t belong here. The darkness, the loud music resonating within the walls of the building. She could feel it deep inside her chest, rumbling in her bones, as she moved with the small mass intoxicated enough to dance on the floor. It was enough, though. She was parched, and approached the bar.

Plopping down on a barstool, she let herself spin before catching herself against the counter. The place was small, locally owned, it had been partially why she’d been allowed in. They hadn’t cared. Her fingers drummed on the bar top as she gave the guy a seat away a sidelong glance. That blond hair looked awfully familiar. It only took her a second to decide. She hopped off her stool and jumped onto the one right next to him; she gave the blond a quick wink. With a sweet smile, the brunette slide her fake ID and a bill towards the bartender.

                    “Make it two.”

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Ed wouldn't admit that he was startled by the other's sudden appearance. It was impossible to hear anything as subtle as a footstep in this place—once again, he wondered what he was doing here—and he hadn't seen her coming. When she piped up at the end of his order, she caught his attention. “Don't we go to school together?” he questioned as soon as the bartender left, raising an eyebrow. What were the odds that two high schoolers would sneak into the same bar independently, in a city as big as this one? He could probably calculate it if he was really all that concerned, but that would be more work than it was worth. Besides, she hadn't even answered him yet; Ed didn't pay enough attention to his classmates to be sure he wasn't mistaken about them going to the same school.

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“Not my fault that’s the first place your head went to.” Henry rolled his eyes with a grimace. kneeling down on one knee and weaving his hands together to offer a place so he could push this kid up, he unlocks the doors. Henry gets his keys and then goes the heck home and gets some well deserved sleep. This was all he wanted out of this. “Nah, I don’t own the place. But I work here. So it’s still fine. All I need to do is get somethin’ important out of there,” That’s all the information he would disclose. There was no reason he needed to share what he was getting with some kid. Espescially one Henry wasn’t all too particularly fond of at the moment. For all Henry might know he might hold his things hostage for more of a bucks worth. That seems like something that would happen anyway. “Now quit it with the inquisitions and lets move it along. I want to get out of here about as much as you probably do right now.” That, may or may not be true. To be fair he didn’t know anything about this random stranger. He may have a shit life at home. But even then that had nothing to do with him. So it was none of his concern. He doesn’t even know why it crossed his head, Maybe he just has a worn out mind for the day and was thinkin about stupid shit. 

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“You're the one who phrased it like that,” Ed grumbled, frowning. But for once, he chose to be the bigger person and leave it at that. He just wanted to get this done and go home. Which was why he chose to step on the man's hands, grabbing the window sill and pulling himself up without waiting for a proper boost. Once he was in the window, he took a look around. Damn, this place was actually kinda nice. He poked his head back out the window and gave the man waiting below a sarcastic salute before walking further into the room, looking for an exit. He probably should've asked about the floor plan or something. He found the stairs easily enough, but it took a few tries of going through different doors until he found the front door so that he could unlock it and leave. “Okay, the fucking door is open. Anything else?”

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Shady? Henry? Of course not!  What kind of shady person would wear gloves everywhere, dress in a trench coat and constantly look as if he was about to shank the next person who looked at him funny with an ice pick. The answer is all of them, Henry thoiugh was most certainly not that.  He couldn’t help but feel just the slightest bit agitated when the Kid had blown him off like that? Gross? What the flying fuck is gross about crawling into  a window? Well, granted. That window probably hadn’t been washed in a few months. Maybe a little over a few years. Maybe even a few years. Henry didn’t know, he hadn’t worked there long. But it was most certainly bearable. 

“Gross? What the hell are you talkin’ about boy?” He furrowed his brow, leaning against the cold metal door. Maybe this kid was one of those germaphobics. He simply pointed up at the open window. Reaching out to stop the kid for a moment. “All I need you to do is unlock a door.  This money couldn’t be easier to get if I fuckin’ threw it at ya.” Then again. This kid was quite short.. eight feet might be a ways of a fall for him. For all Henry knows this might be the highest up this kid will be in his life. Of course he wouldn’t say any of this out loud. You don’t exactly insult the people you want to help you.  But he’d most certainly think it quite savagely. Kids these days, what a bunch of pricks. 

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Well, those words made Ed stop and reconsider. He looked up at the window—eight feet high, maybe a little higher. The wall was brick, he could definitely climb it; of course, the guy who wanted him to unlock the door would probably offer to boost him up, but despite the change of momentum in the conversation, Ed really didn't want to touch him. Hopefully, he was not about to be kidnapped—but hey, the guy was right about easy money, and he could hold his own in a fight anyway. “If you wanted me to unlock a door, you should've started with that, and none of that 'help a fella out' shit. That sounds nasty.” He paused, narrowing his eyes. “And don't call me boy.” He walked up to the wall so that he was looking straight up the window, started to reach out to grab his first handhold, and paused. “You do actually own this place, right? I don't want to go to jail for breaking and entering.”

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fidelisalchimista It had been a long night of work for the Irishman. Weekends had usually crazy, with the amount of party going teenagers and old drunks practically throwing the hard earned money of either their folks or their paycheck in order to get some sense-dulling spirits so they could...

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Ed was just trying to walk home from the library. He'd gotten quite a lot of research done, as usual, but that meant that he had been out very late, and he was exhausted. He only counted himself lucky he hadn't managed to fall asleep at the table and get woken up by a library worker. There were two ways that could go, and both of them were bad. One, one of the middle-aged librarians would wake him up and treat him to a lecture about how “young, growing boys need their sleep” and “he wouldn't get taller if he didn't take care of himself” which was both infuriating and absolutely torturous. Two, a sleep-deprived college student working there to pay off their loans would shake him awake roughly because “this is not a hotel room, if you're going to sleep, then go home.” He hated falling asleep in the library. But of course, he couldn't just walk home quickly and get past his dad to go to sleep without an unpleasant conversation. He just had to be stopped on his way by some strange man looking to pay him to do something shady. Yeah, Ed liked money, but he wasn't going to suck some guy's dick to get it. “Don't be fucking gross, Creep,” he growled, prepared to walk away unless the guy tried anything funny. He was too tired to start a fight right now, but he'd sure as hell finish one.

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“Are you dead?”

Ed bothered to open up both of his eyes this time, furrowing his eyebrows at the woman standing above him.

“No. Why do people keep asking me that? Can’t a guy nap in the park in peace?”

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“Are you dead?”

Ed heard the question, and cracked an eye open to see who asked it. He considered his answer.

“No,” he settled on. “Never seen a guy take a nap in the park before?”

The grass was soft, and he had nothing better to do. He closed his eyes again.

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primusregent Ed was wandering around the city, trying to find something interesting to do instead of going home. He wasn't interested in the cafes that littered the city, nor did he want to stop in at any of the bars which were almost as common. So instead, he was window-shopping, hoping something would catch his eye. And for awhile, it looked like nothing would.

That is, until he glanced into the window of an antique shop, not expecting to find anything interesting, and had to do a double-take. On display was a spear, and it overshadowed anything else that might have been in there. If the window was occupied by anything else, Ed didn't notice. That was the coolest-looking spear he had ever seen. It was carved to look like a dragon, and if that wasn't the most badass thing, Ed didn't know what was. Cool, he thought, and he didn't realize he'd muttered it under his breath until he realized that there was someone else who'd stopped to look in the window, and that they'd probably heard him. Embarrassing.

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shadowarchivist

Ed was in the library again. Nothing unusual; he spent more time in there than he did in his own house, not that he spent a lot of time there. He was doing research on metaphysics today; a comment his teacher made had sparked his interest. Right now, he was collecting books to read through and transporting them to a table he'd staked out as his own. And he was just about finished, but...

The last book he wanted was on the top shelf. Ed was convinced it was there specifically to inconvenience him, and he was determined to reach it without resorting to asking one of the librarians for help. They'd probably say something demeaning about how 'cute' he was, and then gush about how he was so smart to be reading up on metaphysics at such a young age, and then Ed would want to rip their faces off. The librarians were nice people, he didn't want things to escalate to that point.

But that damn book needed to come down somehow. He looked to either end of the aisle to make sure the coast was clear, and then started scaling the shelves.

Unfortunately, the coast was not actually clear.

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bombshelliism Ed tried not to spend a lot of time at Kairos' college campus, mostly because hated the looks he got whenever he went. He knew exactly what the older students were all thinking, but unless one of them opened their mouth, he could only fume silently and stew in his anger.

But, their library was huge, and sometimes the stares were worth it for the extensive resources. So today he was going to be brave, and he was going to be patient with the people too stupid to realize that hey, maybe Ed didn't like people staring at him because they thought he was short, and he was going to go get the books he was looking for. Unfortunately, he tripped in the middle of the quad, like he needed to give everyone more reason to stare. He decided that life was too much for him for the next few minutes, and he just turned over and laid on the ground for a little bit. He could go to the library later. For now he was just going to lay on the ground and mope a little.

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hoennite

Ed had no idea how he had allowed this to happen. He'd walked right out of a fight with his father into a bar he had less than zero interest in. He'd just wanted to get out of his house, but he hadn't meant to come here. It was loud, dim, and crowded, and Ed liked none of these things. Well he didn't mind noise, but drunk people yelling was not the kind of noise he usually tolerated. Well, he was already here. He might as well buy a drink before he leaves to take the edge off his discomfort. He made his way to the bar through the crowds of people, taking an open seat next to a girl he thought he might recognize from school, but had never spoken to before. He ordered a long island iced tea, gritting his teeth and glaring as the bartender made him show his ID. If he hadn't just gotten away from one fight, he surely would have started another for that. But Ed was too tired for that shit.

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alphasagitta

Ah, lunchtime. Ed's favorite part of the day. When he didn't have to deal with his teachers' slow droning for a few minutes, and besides that, he could eat. The high school's dining options were limited, but hey, he'd take what he could get. Food was food, and as long as no one was going to try to make him drink any milk, he loved it all. He had no idea what today's hot lunch was—it was, as usual, difficult to identify on sight alone—but there was plenty of it, which was what mattered most. Plus, there were seats outside to accommodate the increasingly nice weather. Yeah, Edward really liked lunch. It put even him into a good mood. Which was why he was prepared to hold a conversation with the tiny pink-haired girl currently approaching his empty table.

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cryptologics

Sometimes people told Ed they were sure that angry was his default state, and Ed figured that was a fair statement. He did spend an awful lot of his time being angry. But this—he wished some of them could see him now. Ed didn't think he'd been this angry in his entire life. He was sitting in the office of a middle school—he swore he'd never come back here again—waiting for the principal to assure this idiotic police officer that no, Ed was most definitely NOT enrolled here. He'd been wandering around after school got out—high school—and a police officer had picked him up, thinking to do a good deed. Apparently to that moronic man, Ed looked like a middle schooler skipping class. He wouldn't even let Ed get his ID out, dragging him to the middle school campus despite the many quite colorful complaints pouring from Ed's mouth. Which was why he did not want to talk to anyone right now, unless they were here to tell him that the officer who brought him here was going to be fired for being such a fucking moron. But Ed found that he rarely got what he wanted.

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descendis

Despite the fact that it was a Saturday night, Ed was holed up in the library, books piled up around him as high as his head. He'd recently gotten back into pursuing his interest in biomedical engineering, and so while everyone was out doing something fun, he was here, researching. The field itself was fairly recently established, so there were few books pertaining directly to the concept, but he filled in the gaps by collecting engineering books and medical books by themselves and putting them together in his mind. He had several pages of notes already, but they were illegible to anyone looking. Ed's handwriting was bad on a good day, and when he was writing quickly, it could barely even be distinguished as a language. His left hand flew over the paper as his right turned pages. He was so engrossed, he almost didn't notice footsteps approaching him, only looking up when they stopped. “Can I help you?”