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entrancelogs2016-11-21 11:43 am
transmutate) wrote in entrancelogs2016-11-21 11:43 am
open } i'm trying to be nice i'm trying to be reasonable but it's oh so hard when i don't want to be
Who: Edward Elric and YOU
Where: Hedge maze and the Wonderland grounds
When: 11/21
Rating: PG-13ish
Summary: Ed arrives in Wonderland and is not particularly happy to be here.
The Story:
"Al?" Edward yawns and stretches and blinks. This… is not the train he had been on with his brother and Winry. This is, in fact, some weird sort of maze. He stands up, looking around in alarm. "Alphonse? Winry?" When there's no response, he growls in annoyance and starts moving.
It doesn't take him long to get tired of running around through hedges and getting nowhere. He growls in frustration and claps his hands, then hits the bush in front of him, setting out a burst of explosive alchemy and blowing a big hole in it. There's another hedge, but that's okay. He can keep doing this until he finally reaches the last one. He steps out onto the grass and blinks around.
He doesn't know this area at all, and he still doesn't see Al or Winry around. Just some big house in the distance. He still has no idea where he is, but if he's going to find his answers, they'll probably be there. Maybe there'll be people, maybe there'll be newspapers or books or something for him to research, but there has to be something. In any case, it's not like he was having any luck in the hedge maze. He stalks towards the mansion. Information would be welcome, of course, but if he finds out anyone in that mansion has hurt his little brother, there will be hell to pay.
[ooc: prose or brackets welcome! I'll match format.]
Where: Hedge maze and the Wonderland grounds
When: 11/21
Rating: PG-13ish
Summary: Ed arrives in Wonderland and is not particularly happy to be here.
The Story:
"Al?" Edward yawns and stretches and blinks. This… is not the train he had been on with his brother and Winry. This is, in fact, some weird sort of maze. He stands up, looking around in alarm. "Alphonse? Winry?" When there's no response, he growls in annoyance and starts moving.
It doesn't take him long to get tired of running around through hedges and getting nowhere. He growls in frustration and claps his hands, then hits the bush in front of him, setting out a burst of explosive alchemy and blowing a big hole in it. There's another hedge, but that's okay. He can keep doing this until he finally reaches the last one. He steps out onto the grass and blinks around.
He doesn't know this area at all, and he still doesn't see Al or Winry around. Just some big house in the distance. He still has no idea where he is, but if he's going to find his answers, they'll probably be there. Maybe there'll be people, maybe there'll be newspapers or books or something for him to research, but there has to be something. In any case, it's not like he was having any luck in the hedge maze. He stalks towards the mansion. Information would be welcome, of course, but if he finds out anyone in that mansion has hurt his little brother, there will be hell to pay.
[ooc: prose or brackets welcome! I'll match format.]
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Seriously, he can take his best shot. It's not like it's going to do anything except ruin his clothes. Thanks to the closets, it's extremely easy just to get new ones.]
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It's like stabbing a brick wall... what are you?
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[He grins with amusement, staring down at him.]
Giving up are we?
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[Well, not when he puts it that way. Ed growls, claps his hands, slamming them onto the ground and creating a mound of earth that launches him up again. The blade does nothing, so he'll have to try something different. Instead of attacking directly, he does a handspring over Lucifer's head, claps, and as he lands slams his hands onto the ground, causing the earth below Lucifer to rumble and shift with blue light before suddenly losing all solidity and turning into deep, loose mud. Probably won't hurt Mr. Invulnerable Devil, but it might annoy him a lot. That's worth something in Ed's book.]
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He sinks down into the thick mud, able to pull his legs out with his strength only from them to drop deep into the mess again.
His eyes catch Ed's, flaring red hot in response to his anger, the devil inside him pressing at the seams of his appearance.]
I certainly can be. It was sort of in the job description. I keep my best tricks for brats who don't know their place. I might need to break them out for you, tiny tinman.
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Ed's own eyes widen, though this doesn't seem like an Ishbalan besides that. No dark skin or white hair to go with the red eyes, and anyway, he's never heard of an Ishbalan who could change the color of his eyes on a whim. Or... of anyone who could do that, really. But it reminds him all too much of fighting Scar, who was all too terrifying to battle in his own way and recent enough that Ed can still feel the bruises.
And then he has to make fun of Ed's height again, which at least snaps him out of his trauma flashback.]
Who're you calling tiny! From where I'm standing, you're the short one now! [Because being stuck in the mud and thus lower than Ed clearly makes Lucifer short. Yes. That is how this works.] Break out of that mud before you start calling other people short!
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[And to prove his point, he's going to start...shoving himself through the mud, and while it's somewhat slow going, he is...definitely gonna get out of there.
And he's coming for you, Ed.]
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WHO ARE YOU CALLING SO TINY I WOULDN'T EVEN BE ABLE TO SEE OVER THE HEADS OF ANTS?
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He's just going to break off a piece of rock at his waist and...chuck it at Ed's head.]
YOU!
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WE'LL SEE HOW SHORT YOU ARE AFTER A NIGHT BEING CRUSHED.
[.....that doesn't even make sense, but Ed's too mad to make sense. He shoves his hands into his pocket and stalks away. This guy's invulnerable. He'll probably escape on his own. Probably. And if not, it's no skin of Ed's back. Show's him right for calling Ed short and suggesting that his missing arm and leg might slow him down.]
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[This is the dumbest fight to ever exist. Lucifer you're worse than a child.]