towerofanimus | All together now!

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All together now!

Characters: Edward Elric and YOU.
Setting: Room 2-06, Hallways, Floor 3, Foor 1, and Floor 14.
Format: Either is fine! I'll follow you.
Summary: Group A is beginning to feel the effects of the experiment.
Warnings: Ed and all warnings that come with him.

A. » Room 2-06 // 9:00 AM

[Ed woke promptly at 9:00 AM. Exactly 9:00 and not one second later, but he wasn't really that concerned about the time. For one he didn't remember going to sleep at all. The last thing he could remember was walking down the stairs and then... nothing. But that wasn't all. On the nightstand by his bed there was a note.

He shot up and reached for it, swinging his legs over the side of the bed as he unfolded it. Ed had to read it over a couple of times, he wanted to think that he'd just read it wrong, but that wasn't the case. His hands clenched and shook, crinkling paper and his stomach started twisting itself into knots.]

... Experiment? What the hell is this?

B. » Floor Three // Morning

[He decided to skip breakfast and head straight to the library. Ed wasn't hungry in the slightest. He pulled some books off the shelves and carried them over to a table, plopping them down on top of it as he took a seat. Maybe some reading will help take his mind off of things for a little bit.]

C. » Floor One // Afternoon

[Eventually his stomach decided to remind him that he hadn't eaten anything all day and this was COMPLETELY UNACCEPTABLE SO YOU GET YOUR ASS DOWNSTAIRS AND EAT RIGHT NOW SIR. Which is what he was doing.

Well, at least there was more than just ice cream.]

D. » Floor Fourteen // Evening

[Ed's flipping through the selection of movies with a frown. Honestly, he really did not understand the appeal of most of it. He'd watched a few out of lack of anything else to do, but it was all so incredibly predictable. Maybe he'd be able to find something that didn't suck for once.]

E. » Dormitory Halls & Tower Halls // Pick a time.

[Just walking. Maybe he's headed to the dorms or the library? Who knows. You can ask him though!]

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[what... is... going on?

there's something fuckin' up with this kid, and Abel is growing increasingly irritated not knowing what.]

Sorry. I lose interest when all I hear is bullshit.

[He grits his teeth, hands clenching by his sides]

You wanna repeat that, asshole?

You hard of hearing now, too?

[he pushes the tray aside, letting it topple, and gesturing for Ed to come at him with a slightly unpleasant smile.]

Let me pound it into your thick skull, instead. I'll be sure you get the message.

[Their trays topple in unison, but Ed's too pissed to notice and/or care. Come at you? OH HE WILL DEFINITELY COME AT YOU, BRO.]

I'd like to see you try!

[Abel, you are about to witness some of Ed's crazy fast monkey ninja skills. In a blink of an eye, he leaps over the table, never losing momentum or speed when he lands and lunges for Abel.

His fist? The metal one? About to meet your face.]

[--wow. he hadn't been expecting the level of dexterity the little shithead demonstrated-- surprise briefly flickering onto his face... it was impressive. not that he'd ever admit it...

SHUT UP YOU'RE ANNOYING AND HE HATES YOU AND YOUR FACE IS UGLY--]

[but soon as he sees him coming, he's moving to retaliate-- or... was it that he'd already started moving before he knew what was coming? sort've... in time with some rhythm that wasn't really there to follow, yet--

he doesn't exactly have time to question it, since he's shifting his weight to counter in a fluid movement. one hand is jutting out to grab the fucker by the front of his shirt to catch his weight as Edward flung himself over the table. Abel's other hand was coiled into a fist, thrust toward Ed's cheekbone.

this will totally end well.]

[Definitely going to end well.

In fact it's going to end in the best way possible. There is perfectly symmetrical violence happening right now and some people would say that it never solves anything, but it totally does. Especially now.

Abel's punch is solid and accurate and hurts like a son of a bitch, but the problem with perfectly symmetrical violence (at least for Abel) is that Ed's fist found it's target just as easily.

Perfectly symmetrical punches to the face. Beautiful orchestrated violence. Painful electrical shocks delivered simultaneously.

... Wait what?]

Edited 2011-10-29 21:45 (UTC)

[--fucker. fucker, fucker-- that hand is solid metal and it's connecting with his face, though he didn't seem much interested in blocking despite seeing it coming. he was more concerned with his own fist smashing into Edward's--

normally, the pain of getting punched was, at best, an annoyance. there were certain ups of being a clone, however many lows there were that went with it-- and the near immediate flinch is more one of surprise than anything.

it hurt, yes... but it hurt like an electrical-- surge. a fuckin' shock, through his skull, distracting from the more immediate concern of iron at his cheekbone--

wait what indeed]

[since he's got that handle grappled in Ed's shirt, when he goes stumbling back with the momentum, he's sort've... taking the other boy with him in a TOTALLY GRACEFUL topple.

ooph.]

--the-- hell--?!

Agh! D-damn it!

[His cheek was already starting to swell, but that shock hurt a hell of a lot more. Metal appendages and wires connected to nerves doesn't bode well for him when electric shocks start getting involved.

Ed topples over along with Abel and he soon finds himself on the ground. What the hell is right.]

The hell did you do?!

[RRGHHH. instead of answering him, he's sitting up and rubbing the back of his head... he's not exactly a stranger to shocks as punishment, though it's been some time. getting tazed was a matter of course when he had a tendency to beat the ever-loving shit out of... well, anyone who sparked his ire in his youth.]

...That wasn't me, dipshit.

[Christ, did he look like a magician?]

[He sits up rubbing his head and carefully rolling his shoulders and flexing the fingers on his right hand. He had to make sure that shock didn't fuck up his automail.]

Well it wasn't me either so what just happened?

[he's giving an almost idle tug to the collar... it's the first place his mind strays. outward influence. experimental dog.

it isn't exactly the first time he's been put in the position.]

Ask our kindly benefactors.

[he's pulling himself to his feet, now-- oh, but not before he's reaching out to fist a handful of blonde hair to drag the kid up, too, fully preparing to deck him again.]

Kindly benefactors my a --

[Funny, because he was just getting up too, but then there's a hand in his hair and he's yanked to his feet instead.]

AUGH. DAMN IT.

[Remember that super awesome dexterity he has? Well he'll be showing that off again -- sweeping a leg up to kick him away before he has chance to punch him at all]

[this is some sort of beautiful marriage-- Ed all speed and dexterity and Abel... well, a tank; he takes it, barely stumbling or seeming to feel the pain at all-- before cracking a dry smile.

...and moving to smash his skull into Edward's in a headbutt.

which will probably cause them both quite the headache... and not just for the connection GOD WHY WHAT IS THIS SHOCKING WHYFLKWJELRKJSLKDJF DAMNIT--]

[Well. That didn't go as planned. He's still in quite a precarious situation, but he might be able to block this with his automail if he moves fast enou --

FJDSKFLGHIREAJFKDLS WHAT THE HELL WAS THIS HE IS GETTING REALLY SICK OF THIS SHOCKING THING OK]

Shit! [THIS BETTER NOT FRY HIS AUTOMAIL. D< ]

[s-stumbles. ouuuh. okay so maybe he's getting this is a thing that will, apparently... KEEP REPEATING and might not be

a great idea

...yet the likelihood of that revelation stopping him? is zilch. at least he's briefly dazed enough to let the other boy go.]

...Fuck. [they are both so eloquent man]

[Dude, I know right?

Ed's pretty much figured out that this will keep happening if they insit on fighting like this, but he sure as hell isn't going to let Abel just take swings at him without, at the very least, defending himself.

He stumbles back and as soon as he steadies himself, continues to increase the distnace between the two of them. GET READY TO SEE SOME AWESOME ALCHEMY, MAN. IT'S GONNA BLOW YOUR MIIIIND.

Ed claps his hands and when he touches his right arm a blue light surrounds it and a blade extends from it. That's right. He will cut you.

COME AT ME BRO. COME AT ME.]

[nnrrgh. as Ed is putting distance between them, Abel is similarly pulling his shit together. there's that familiar tension in a body preparing to beat the everloving shit out of another--]

[--what... the fuck is--

he's openly staring. he's seen quite the display before -- moreso since he's been here, but this is...]

--You...

[SORCERY!!!11 no really bro what the fuck did you just.]

[And Ed just grins. Smug? Him? Oh, no, he's never smug.]

What? You've never seen alchemy before?

[fuck, fuck... this little shit has some tricks up his sleeve, is that it?

if he thinks that's going to be enough to off-put him, then he's got another thing coming. for Abel?

IS THE SMARTEST, CLEARLY. HE AIN'T AFRAID OF NO ~~GHOST~~ ALCHEMY.]

Alchemy. Is that what you call it?

[he lifts a hand, gesturing him to come.]

I didn't realize you were pitifully unintelligent and a coward. But I can see why you'd get sick of blocking my fist with your face and try to take the easy way out.

Shut up.

[Yep, and he's got a lot more where that came from.

... ABEL Y U SO STUPID? YOU INSULT HIS INTELLIGENCE AND CALL HIM A COWARD? OH HELL TO THE NO. He really, really, REALLY wants to just go and beat the shit out of him, but ED GETS WHY THEY'RE GETTING SHOCKED AND HE'D LIKE IT TO STOP, OK. He will not rise to this bait. Will nooooooooot. ]

I can't tell if you're completely stupid or a masochist, but try to fucking think about this for a second. We've been shocked twice. Both times it happened when we started to fight. If we keep at this it's going to happen again.

Are you already going to let them have their way?

[he takes a little step forward, something more vehement in his eyes. this has reached a sore spot -- and has to do with far more than subjugation in the Tower to him.]

Are you going to flinch when the master raises his hand to scold you? Where is your backbone?! If you let them break you, you're worthless and you deserve to lay down and die like the dog they will make you.

So either lay your fucking fist down, or finish what you started, you little shit! Are you a dog, or are you a man?!

... You really are an idiot.

[Once more he brings his hands together and touches his arm. That bright flash of blue returns and when it fades, the blade is gone. He's not playing these games. Not the tower's and definitely not Abel's.]

There are other ways to get back at them that don't require someone getting hurt. Don't get me wrong, I would love to beat the shit out of you, but I don't want this fucking tower doing that for me. I can handle you myself without their interference. The only reason you should get hurt is because my fist is in your face. I always finish I what I start and I won't let them fuck with me, or you, or anyone else in this fucking tower like this.

This isn't letting them win. This isn't me rolling over and playing dead because they tell me to. This is finding another way.

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1/2 omg this is /wheezing

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heh :'D

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