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[unexculpable]

Characters: Edward Elric and YOU!
Setting: Room 3-10 and other floors of the tower.
Format: Action is preferred, but I'll match.
Summary: Ed wakes up in the tower and is not please. Not pleased at all.
Warnings: Ed's mouth. That's about it for now.



» Room 3-10

[Ed braced himself, gritting his teeth and slowly attempting to pull himself up off the ground. For a second he was doing just fine, but then a biting, sharp pain -- more pain that he had felt in a long, long time -- in his stomach made him freeze. His breath caught in his chest. His heart skipped more than a few beats and his eyes went wide as the world starting spinning. He choked and looked down, immediately wishing that he hadn't. A piece of metal, a long beam from some abandoned construction work, ran right through him. He was skewered.

He let his guard down. He had shown mercy and this was the price he had to pay for it. If he didn't do something soon he was going to die here at the bottom of this mine shaft.

His vision blurred, the world around him grew dark and then...

And then he woke up and the pain was gone.

He struggled, fighting against the sleep paralysis as his mind raced -- where was he? Did someone find him in that mind shaft and bring him here? But how? There was no way. That wasn't a dream right? It couldn't have been a dream. He remembered it too well, that pain was real.

Thirty seconds later Ed shot up with a strangled sort of scream. His chest heaved with each breath as he looked around the room. This was definitely not a mineshaft. This wasn't a place he knew.]


» Various floors

((Ed's pretty much exploring the entirety of the tower so pick a floor, any floor and that's where the thread will be! Just specify the floor in your tag!))

[Now that all of that was over with it was time to get moving. He had more important things to do. Things like finding out if this letter was for real. There had to be answers somewhere in this tower. There had to be someone here who knew something. I mean, Amestris couldn't be gone... right?]

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3rd Floor - Library

[marchwarden]

[ While thoughts of racing through the tower seemed like such a disastrous idea, Haldir almost had half a mind to do just that. He desperately wanted to know what lies upon the upper floors but lacked the courage to go alone. His companions warned him that Animus is an unforgiving realm but the marchwarden wasn't content in staying in one spot for long. Deciding he would ascend, Haldir stopped suddenly once he reached the third floor. ]

An archive? No one told me this place existed.

[ The Elf arched his brow in mild wandered as he walked inside of the library. His steps were quiet but perhaps not quiet enough to avoid detection. Wondering if there's anyone inside, Haldir turned the corner to spot a boy with golden locks nearby. He gave the youth a wary glance as he eyed him from head to toe. ]

A hobbit here...?

[ His indigo eyes blinked in confusion. ]

Yet even for a hobbit, you're quite...small.

[unexculpable]

[This floor was far more suited to Ed's tastes than any of the others. It was... normal all things considered and he couldn't help but feel a bit more comfortable and at ease when surrounded by all of these books.

Maybe if he was lucky he'd be able to stumble across something that could give him some answers about this place. His fingers brush against the spine of a book and just when he's about to pull it out he freezes.

There's a moment of brief, heavy silence. Ed's hands curl into fists as he turns sharply to face the elf.]

WHO THE HELL ARE YOU CALLING SMALL?!

[marchwarden]

[ The Elf almost jumped out of his skin once the little imp of a boy screamed at him. Haldir didn't expect the youth to get so angry over such a minor comment, then again the marchwarden did realize it was slightly rude of him. Not able to contain his smirk, Haldir offered the youth a not-so-sincere apology.]

I was calling you "small", young one. However, I do believe that was rather rude of me.

[unexculpable]

[That sure is some apology there. Why, it's so sincere that Ed actually feels a little bad for yelling at him.

Oh wait.

No. No he feel bad doesn't. Not at all. That was a terrible apology and you should feel terrible, sir. Terrible. :|]

YOU THINK?

[marchwarden]

[ See that uncaring smirk on the Ancient Elf's lips? He certainly doesn't seem to care much but he finds the lad's reaction to be quite hilarious. In fact, this is as much fun as Haldir has had in awhile. ]

Oh, dear me. It seems I've truly offended you. I take it that you're a "dwarf" instead of a "hobbit".

[ Making to keep some much needed distance between them, Haldir stands back and braces himself. ]

[unexculpable]

[He stares incredulously, an odd mix of seething anger and outright confusion in his eyes.]

A... a what? Hobbit? What the hell is a --

[OH MY GOD NO ED THIS IS NOT IMPORTANT RIGHT NOW. YOU HAVE MORE PRESSING MATTERS TO DEAL WITH. THIS GUY IS STILL CALLING YOU SHORT. PRIORITIES, BOY. PRIORITIES.]

I'M NOT A RUNT, DAMN IT. [His fists clench and he cracks his knuckles on his left hand.] Keep it up and I'll knock that smug smirk off your face, jackass!

[marchwarden]

[ It almost took all of Haldir's willpower not to laugh hysterically at the boy. While he hadn't caught the lad's name yet, the golden haired boy certainly left a favorable impression on the Elf. He found it quite amazing that their captors managed to capture someone as fiery and passionate. By the way Edward behaves, it would take a small army to capture the small alchemist. ]

Settle down, friend. [ He chuckles lightly. ] There's no need for violence here. I apologize.

[unexculpable]

[Golden eyes narrow, regarding the Elf closely. Was he being serious? He crosses his arms over his chest with an exaggerated huff, a frown still on his face. STILL SO UNSURE.]

... Smart move. Who the hell are you, anyway?

[marchwarden]

[ While his expression seemed utterly humorless, Haldir's indigo eyes give him away. There's still some mirth left in his gaze, just some. ]

Ah, forgive me. I was so caught up by your miniature stature that I forgot my manners.

[ He coughs slightly. ]

I am Haldir of Lothlórien, former Leader of the Marchwardens. Like you, I'm also trapped in this forsaken tower for who knows how long.

[ He sighs and the mischief in his gaze fades quickly. ]

I'm quite certain you've received the same news as I did.

[unexculpable]

You're really pushing your luck here.

[I MEAN THAT WAS THE FOURTH TIME YOU'VE CALLED HIM SMALL. WHAT EVEN?? Yes, Haldir. He is keeping track. It's not a complex, really. :|]

You mean that crap about our worlds being destroyed? Yeah... yeah I did.

[The heavy frown on his face fades and and he uncrosses his arms, rubbing the back of his neck. The indignant anger in his eyes is gone, replaced by something far more somber.]

Name's Ed, by the way. Edward Elric.