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@sineveritatemoved
it's been well over a year since i said i would bring edward back and here he is! for now, i won't be doing anything on his account sans the guardian challenge he received when he was here previously, at least until the ball is done. once it is, look forward to an rp ad because i'm super pumped to have this cocky punk again!
You’re terrible.
!parenthood 101: [closed]
This is not what you hear daily from a emaciated stranger.
'Flour babies,' he repeated mentally, as if it was essential to assimilate. However, it did not work nor it processed as it should have and merely awarded a more confused and somewhat concerned stare from Guts’. He was about to respond, ready to send this guy to the fifth level of hell and take his leave until the blond male added a quite interesting line to his claims — while reassurance is a right to be won, feeling a tad of sympathy is unavoidable. He could have laughed but his lips barely offered a playful smirk, finding strange amusement in the other’s misery but he returned to his trademark, serious expression.
"I can only tell you one thing, I won’t be charged for your murder." The poor guy’s semblance was fairly pitiful and putting and end to his so-called suffering should be considered an act of charity…one that won’t provide under any circumstances. "That’s not my problem and neither is your…," he pauses and motions at the sack but after meditating, his better judgement impulsed him to grab, "…flour baby." However, he should have not gone that far and take it to aid his example because when it was pulled, his brusque hold ripped part of the material and as obvious procedure would dictate— powder fell downwards.
His slow acceptance didn’t help, he only could watch in some sort of disappointed awe.
It wasn’t his problem.
Now it is.
Knowing how far-fetched and utterly ludicrous the request had sounded even before it'd been spoken aloud, a laugh at his expense, perhaps a pitiful look, was truly all that was anticipated. This presumption proved to be more than a simple hypothesis as the merciful release was denied and no helpful pointers were provided, but it didn't stop there. The male couldn't simply leave well enough alone, wouldn't allow the blond to try his hand at acquiring the aid from someone more amiable. No, instead the older had to go and make things that much worse.
As if in slow motion did the tragedy play out. Gold hues were widened by the unspeakable horror of the bag being torn asunder, the white powder spilling out in the same slow, calculated measure of that of a hourglass. In actuality did it unfold much more quickly, the entirety of the contents falling to coat the ground in a blanket of white in a mere few seconds. Time completely stopped, as if allowing the situation to fully sink it, and when it went in full once more the blond's reaction was less than tempered.
"ARRGHHH!!!"
A distraught cry, in his dismay a hand was outstretched as if it could reverse this harrowing turn of events. As one would assume it did not such thing, and so he dived to his knees in a panic, hands scooping together the scattered wheat product as best as possible. A mantra of no's could be heard under breath, as if the shambles of his life were before his very eyes and could not be reassembled. The cause of this distress, the source of this disaster, would certainly pay, but first --
"What're you doing!? Hurry up and help!"
Presumably single— but always ready to mingle. That was practically Dean Winchester’s motto. Why should he settle down when, this way, he could mix things up whenever he felt like it? In other words, yes, he was single. And yes, his interest in that off-hand comment was rather peculiar. But that was simply the way he was… always taking an interest in the strange and abnormal occurrences he stumbled across in daily life. Why? Only God knew.
So yeah. The guy did have a point. As much as he adored this crowded maze they called a supermarket, it probably wasn’t the best place to discuss any personal matters… Furbies aside. Now it couldn’t be said that he was dying to hear all those ‘grisly details’, but hey… it wasn’t like he had anything better to do. Cheese puffs and beer? He could do that any day. Hanging out with some guy he met on happenstance? Hell, why not? Extending a hand of his own and giving it a firm shake, Dean said, “Edward Elric, huh?” He repeated back to himself. “I’m Dean, by the way. Dean Winchester.” He paused to withdraw his palm.
"…I don’t know about you, but dude, I’m starving. If you’re up for a little walk, there’s this kick-ass burger joint up the road… we can chat over there, unless that don’t suit your fancy either.” The two were only a short distance away from the cashiers. How did he know this? Well, there was the tell-tale sound of purchases being rung through the scanner. Loud from where they stood, and annoying as hell no matter where he went in this place. No matter what the other’s response was, Dean turned on his heel, hesitating only to say, “Come on… let’s get outta here before that beeping drives me up the friggin’ wall.”
Introductions properly exchanged, meandering about had no particular charm. What did hold appeal was the suggestion for burgers, a hearty dinner like that always appetizing. They'd hardly spent much time in each other's company and yet, Edward found himself quickly warming up to the guy. "Do you even need to ask? I can't think of anyone who'd pass up on a burger." Vocalizing his agreement to the excursion, the irritation brought by the overplayed sound was shared; the quicker they checked out, the better.
Navigating out of the aisle towards the registers, the occasional small talk was all that filled the silence of the trip. Once there, it was simply a matter of paying the necessary fee in order to be free of the bustling store. Deftly ignoring the disbelieving gaze of the cashier and proceeding with checking out, he stood just off to the side as the older man went about doing the same thing. It hadn't taken much time at all for either considering the meager amount of items they'd come for.
Exiting the premises with merchandise in hand, the blond was sure to match the longer strides of the other's legs. Following his lead as he was unaware as to the exact location of the restaurant, a question that'd been lingering on the tip of his tongue was asked. "So, uh .. how often do you do this? It's not all that common to want to sit around and listen to some stranger rant." It certainly wasn't as Edward himself couldn't fathom doing the same. It just seemed like a one way ticket to a migraine.
To: Ed From: Roberto
... You ass. I hope Ling shows up at YOUR door and takes his phone back. Has he even noticed it's gone yet?
To: Ed From: Roberto
I bought him food last week, anyway!! Miserable freeloader. Conned me out of five dollars with his "pleeeease Roberto I haven't eaten all daaaaay" and "I'll pay you back I promiiiiiise". Karma has definitely given me a beating I didn't deserve. Maybe it's time for it to scoot on down your way.
To: Roberto From: Ed
Showing your true colors at long last, huh? I knew it was only a matter of time until you wished a fate worse than death upon me. It's too bad it'll never happen. Ling doesn't have a clue where I am.
To: Roberto From: Ed
You think that's bad? Try living with him! Five dollars is nothing compared to how much I've had to dish out in order to get him to shut up. Until you understand what true pain is you don't have the right to complain.
Fullmetal Alchemist: Brotherhood Meme [3/7] Seven Quotes ♦ Edward Elric (City of Heresy; Monologue) What about bringing the dead back to life? Do you believe that’s possible too? Water, 35 liters; carbon, 20 kilograms; ammonia, 4 liters; lime, 1.5 kilograms; phosphorus, 800 grams; salt, 250 grams; saltpeter, 100 grams, and various other trace elements. That list represents the complete chemical makeup of a human body for the average adult. It’s been calculated to the last microgram, but still there’s never been one reported case of successfully creating a human life. And you’re telling me something modern science can’t do, you can do with prayer? Did I mention all those ingredients I read off? Down at the market, a kid could buy every one of them for the spare change in his pocket. As it turns out, humans are pretty cheap. You have to understand, alchemists are scientists. We don’t believe in unprovable concepts like creators or gods … We observe the physical laws that govern this world to try to learn the truth. It’s ironic, really. That through the application of science, we have in many ways been given the power to play gods ourselves. You know there’s an old myth … about a hero who flew on wings made of wax … He thought he could touch the sun, but when he got too close, his wings melted, and he came crashing back down to Earth … Right, Al?
!parenthood 101: [closed]
Freak accidents were very real and occurred much too often in the case of the teenager. They were setbacks, unpleasantly so, and unceasingly placed him in mortifying situations, those of the like that would unerringly haunt him for all time. The sack of white flour in hand was a result of one of those unplanned happenstances, the baby doll originally given for Home Ec having mysteriously vanished as if it'd come alive and walked off.
That thought alone was disturbing, but even more so was the belittlement that'd been received and the mocking jeers following when he'd requested a new one only to receive the wheat-based product instead. Survive an entire week without a horrendous outcome was the instruction, only then would an opportunity to raise his failing grade be provided. Another screw up could not be afforded, but as he had absolutely no idea how to manage that unavoidable end result asking for advice was a must. A classmate was not a valid choice to seek aid from, and so a stranger it would have to be.
"Tell me you know something about flour ... flour ba ... bies ...." Clarifying with noticeable renunciation, mortification could be detected as well. "It's just like watching grass grow, right? No stress, no mess. It's just ... there. Please tell me that there's really no surprises." His expression told a different story, something along the lines of, "Don't tell me anything. Just put me out of my misery." Luck permitting, the man would do just that.
!read or die: [closed]
Unlabeled feelings brought into existence by festivities that had been partaken in recently, remaining fixated on ascertaining the purpose behind what'd been experienced would be less than beneficial. Doing so would've only created deeper befuddlement, a distraction that would've interfered with the daily rituals that needed to be done without hindering of any sort. For that had the uncertainty been set aside with great determination to forget it entirely, mind focusing intently on what was of actual importance, such as the crossword puzzle in hand.
It was a means to kill time while patiently waiting for the arrival of a certain female at their usual destination, the local library. A few club matters needed attending to before they became an actual issue and this was the date that'd been set to do so. Considering his employment at this specific branch, it wasn't unusual for him to be present first. In fact it was generally ten minutes exact past the predetermined time that the woman would accompany him, and this day was no different.
Not acknowledging her presence straightaway, it was only once she was settled comfortably across from him that vocables sounded. "Hey, help me out here. What's a ten letter word for complacent? All I know is that it starts with an 'o.'" Solving this was viewed as a high priority in his eyes; one had to question the workings of his mind at times like this.
Actual reply causes the teen grow extremely more excited than she was a few seconds prior. Image attached to the message would cause any normal person to probably be at least bit wary or maybe insulted, Hajime feels neither of those emotions. It’s hard to tell whether or not someone is being sarcastic over typed words, so she has no room to judge, besides, the image sent is very interesting.
To: ??? From: Hajime
Uwah!!! It looks so cute! I'd don't think I'll be able to use it though to flower press at least. I wouldn't even know where to get them. Maybe I'll draw some on the cover or something. Flowers have aaaaaalllllll sorts of variety, like you and me! They're so great.
Enthusiasm of this magnitude had not been anticipated, but it was not considered troublesome. It'd made it clear that this would not lead to offered deals unless it was some new form of advertisement. That was highly doubtful, this whole thing already chalked up to an accidental texting to the wrong number. If that was true, then there was nothing to worry about. Still .. how could someone be that excited about plants?
To: ??? From: Edward
... I'm not sure what to say. I've never met someone so passionate about this kind of thing. I mean, I agree with the bit about everybody being different, but I never would've used flowers as a comparison. It's sort of valid, I suppose. But still, they're just .. flowers. What's the big deal?
"A demon." Dean scoffed, throwing a glance over his shoulder. There was no further commentary on the toy, though— the mechanic wasn’t about to go on the whole, 'I don't believe in that crap' charade to someone he'd just met at the superstore. Adjusting his tight-knuckled grip on the shopping basket he still held (the plastic of which was starting to make his palm sweat. Gross.), Dean cocked a curious brow at the matter of the blond's personal situation, which was promptly dropped.
Dropped, but not forgotten. The green-eyed man blinked, then turned his gaze to the meager contents of his basket. Holding it up for the stranger to inspect, there was nothing too noteworthy inside: just a bag of those blessed cheese puffs, the only reason he was here in the first place, as well as a six pack of beer. ”Nah, it’s cool.” He said with a dismissive wave of his hand, “When the only other choice you got are those crappy no-name brands, it’s a clear-cut winner.”
Unfortunately for the other, Dean wasn’t about to let the evasive subjects fade into obscurity. He paused and thought briefly as to how he could go about bringing it up again— then disregarded all of his thoughts and asked outright, “So… you got a beef with Mr. Roomie or something?”
Peering inquisitively at the merchandise lifted expressively for that purpose, the two items caused lips to quick up in faint amusement. There wasn't anything particularly entertaining about them, but the combination itself was so incredibly different from that of his own, immensely more predictable for a presumably single older male. "Can't say I didn't offer. Your choice way too easy, though." Giving a shrug of the shoulders, it was an action as dismissive as the other's.
A conversation between strangers at the local supermarket would normally cease at this juncture, leaving them to go their separate ways with no intention of a repeat occurrence. The older would have none of it apparently, brows knitting together with a meager amount of perplexity from the previously disregarded topic being brought up once more. It wasn't bad, per say, the interest in his situation simply a tad weird. After all, this had begun over furbies and had somehow become being lended an ear to listen. There was something that really needed to be addressed before the offer could be accepted or rejected.
"If you really want to know, I won't shy away with telling you all the grisly details. Only .. I don't even know your name, and .. we're in a grocery store." Pointedly looking at the basket in the other's hand to emphasize that, a frown twisted lips. "Let's deal with that first and go someone more fitting. Have a real heart to heart, whatever that means. I'm Edward Elric, nice to meet you." Tacking on an introduction, a hand was held out for the ceremonial handshake that men never failed to give a new acquaintance of the same sex.
While the provocation was undeniably intentional, the anger that resulted was not entirely expected, if only because he encountered little who felt the need to retort with childish remarks of their own. Regardless, it was welcomed with a smug countenance, tone brimming with only the finest satisfaction through a clear smirk from any angle.
"Now, now, you asked for my opinion, and I gave it."
Treating the situation as nothing more than harmless, the mediocre attempt to shoo him away had the opposite effect. Intended jab a rather pitiful attempt to convey the other’s bitterness, one finger merely curled about a strand of hair with nonchalance.
"You noticed a barbie sale, too? You’re so passionate, I’m almost jealous."
The latter comment was truly enough to humor himself for the rest of the decade, but refraining from wasting the ever so valuable oxygen this blond treasured was too impossible a feat. Blinking as the male’s back was turned to him, Joshua merely turned to the shelf himself, gaze scanning one of many psychologically scarring dolls.
"It’s true you have quite a selection here." No doubt because not a single other soul had bothered to purchase one. "You’re no collector if you have to choose between one or the other, though," he added lightly, glancing over to his debating acquaintance.
Increasingly vexing was it proving to be to remain in the company of the silver-haired individual. Only a couple scant minutes had passed and yet the handful of unappreciated, unhelpful comments made it seem as though this conversation had dragged on for years already. People like this simply did not mix well with those prone to resorting to angry outbursts, someone .. just like the blond.
"It's called being observant, noticing what's around you. You know, a good trait to have. Another would be knowing when to quit when you're ahead, something you obviously don't possess." Aggravation fairly controlled, it was through sheer willpower. It wouldn't do to completely give into indignation as that was more than likely what the other male desired to see. Giving him what he wanted was the last thing Edward would ever consciously do.
The questioning of his dedication to obtaining a mass quantity of the product like an avid collector caused him to exhale a sigh though, a single digit lifting to scratch at his head. A lie could be used, but what would it really achieve?
"It's not like that, okay? I'm just a fan is all, and not exclusively. I just happen to like things like that." Providing an explanation despite not having been particularly keen on doing so in the first place, if he allowed the other's belief to go unchecked it could result in more cannon fodder. "If that's a problem, then that's too bad. Everybody has different interests and this is mine. Take your judgmental ass to someone who'll actually give a damn in the long run."
Having made it abundantly clear on how further taunting would not be taken lightly, a second opinion was still, regrettably, needed.
To: Ed From: Roberto
Rude. I don't know what you're talking about-- I didn't say anything! Jeez, and people say I overreact to things.
To: Ed From: Roberto
No. No. Don't you dare jinx me, man. I'm opening a can of Pringles right now, and like hell am I sharing with anyone. If Ling somehow magically pops up at my door, I am blaming you completely.
To: Roberto From: Ed
You insinuated it. In other words, it was heavily implied. You might as well have slapped me in the face with just how obvious it was. So your little innocent act isn't helping you any.
To: Roberto From: Ed
You say that like it's my problem. Karma can be a real kick in the ass and you're long overdue for a generous beating. Misery loves company and boy are you in for the guest of your life.
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A reaction icon I will probably never use.
Something about my portrayal that differs from others.
It will come to everyone’s attention fairly quickly, I’m sure, as it was incredibly obvious in the previous mfrp I was in. That would be the less exaggerated responses to short cracks. It shows in canon that over time Ed is less affected as he is aware that he is steadily growing at long last, and so it doesn’t get to him as often or as much. My Ed still gets somewhat irritated by them, but more often than not will reply with snide remarks as trading insults make for better payback than simply shouting obscenities.
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A reaction icon I will probably never use.
A character I’m tempted to play.
Lambda from Blazblue. I almost went through with sending in a reserve for her, but my penchant for rping villains won over and I instead reserved Hazama from the same series.
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A character I’m tempted to play.
This beautiful lady, Alisa Amiella. When I found out it’ll be her birthday on the 25th I became extremely tempted to take her up in a mfrp once again. In fact, I’m almost positive that I will considering how she is, by far, the female character I adore the most.
