[identity profile] truebluedj.livejournal.com
[In a random building in a random part of town, Kain has been very busy. So busy in fact that he's already managed to get an entire animal shelter ready and set up. Granted the only animal he has so far isn't even up for adoption, as its the little kitten he and Al rescued. The kitten has recovered amazingly well, and Kain has since named her Amie.

He and Amie are currently in the shop, waiting for Alphonse, as Kain has left him a note asking him to come to the address that he's at.]
[identity profile] truebluedj.livejournal.com
[Kain is waiting patiently in the park with his bike, hoping Al will keep his promise and show up.

Why, yes, that is Sill Alive he's singing boredly to himself.]
[identity profile] truebluedj.livejournal.com
[So Kain has taken Fletcher's advice and gotten himself a bike. Unfortunately it hasn't been going so well for him. He's lost count of how many bruises he's gained in the past few days, but he did manage to do the smart thing and get some safety gear, meaning he's avoided some of the more serious injuries he could have gotten. That doesn't help the fact that he's simply having a hard time getting the hang of all of it. Even if he can get balanced on it, he hasn't figured out breaking very well.

If one were to see him at this very moment, they'd be seeing a very panicked little man zooming by on a mountain bike, flailing his legs and gripping the handle bars for dear life. At least until he goes crashing in to a near by tree, that is...]


[identity profile] attempted-loops.livejournal.com
[Fletcher is zooming down the streets in his wheelchair, going up strategically-placed ramps every so often and flying through the air for a few seconds before coming back down and continuing onward.]

...I hope Brother doesn't find out about this.
[identity profile] attempted-loops.livejournal.com
[Sitting on a random streetcorner, there is a Fletcher in a wheelchair. His eyes are closed, not that it makes a difference -- he couldn't see even if they were open.]

Huh...? I'm outside? But I was just in my room...

Hello? Brother? Are you there? Brother? A-anybody?!


((Here be a Nunally!Fletcher to go with [livejournal.com profile] bestfullmetal, Lance's Lelouch!Russel from ages ago. He's in a wheelchair and he's blind, so be nice to him D<

As for the screen name... Recaptcha is awesome.))
[identity profile] bluebrdsillusn.livejournal.com
-Oh, look, what's that falling from the sky? It's a bird? Plane? Nope. It's Edward. After taking a flying leap out of purely thin air, he ends up landing on the cement below with a loud THUD. He stays there, still. His body is badly wounded. It looks like he's taken a severe beating from someone. That someone being a green haired sin even though Father cautioned against it-

...............

-But there is something definitely wrong with this Ed. He stays there on the concrete, he's almost lifeless. After a few minutes, he takes in a deep breath and exhales. A shiver is sent jutting down his spine as blood drips from the corners of his mouth-

Ngh...


[oh hai thur, this is BBI Pride!Ed. Envy just handed his ass to him on a silver platter back in his own world and he's currently going through the "change" so he's definitely not going to be in his right mind. Have fun and proceed with caution?]
[identity profile] truebluedj.livejournal.com
[He was out of breath, panting heavily. He'd been running, trying to catch the train before it pulled out of the station, and his heavy bag had been thudding hard against his side.

But now he was stopped, and out of breath as previously stated, because he was simply flabbergasted at where he was, which was not anywhere he'd ever known. He'd taken that route a million times to get to work, always turned that corner of one busy street on to an even busier one. Not on to absolute dead silence, buildings that looked nothing like his city, and... snow? Yes, snow. A particularly cold one touched his nose and melted.

Too cold, in fact, for this to be a dream.

And there was no one there. Not a single soul before him. Just a long street of low buildings that seemed to stretch on in to nothingness.]


...where... am I?

((Say hello, Alter!Furey. :3 ))

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