{ role-play blog for edward elric }

We can no longer go on thinking this world has nothing to do with ourselves.

This is our world.

There's no difference.

This is where we live.

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outofalchemy;

Hey, sorry for the absence. I’ve decided to take an indefinite hiatus until I can sort shit out. I’m not exactly the most happiest person on earth, right now. *sighs* See ya later, I guess!

reflectedsins:

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♚— A pause, stopping in his tracks. This was undoubtably Ed, Ling would have said something if it wasn’t. So, slowly turning to face the other he had a single eyebrow raised, wine red eyes indicating that he wasn’t quite human. Either way his grip slackened and he spoke.

♚—”It’s Greed, kid. You know, your boss?" He didn’t miss a beat though, and soon continued after a small pause. "Darius and Heinkel, of course. Now frankly I don’t give a shit if you remember me or not, we should go find them and get going before someone recognizes us." The homunculus scowled slightly when a small voice decided to make itself known, suggesting Greed pull Ed over somewhere and discuss it there instead of just dragging him around. But Greed merely scoffed, both inwardly and outwardly.

"Greed!?" Edward thought this guy’s attitude was familiar. But for crying out loud, he looked nothing LIKE Greed! The only similarity Ed could see were the crimson eyes staring back at him. Every other detail was foreign to him. “You look nothing like Greed!” Edward shouted at the one who claimed to be Greed. “And who the hell are Darius and Heinkel?!" It was clear, by this point, this Edward was from another period of time. Never had the kid seen this version of Greed before, thus the suspicion was justified. However, Edward heard a small voice nearby where he and Greed spoke. "Huh?" Golden eyes would peer over towards the source, curious to know what made it. No matter what, Edward refused to put the lives of innocent people in jeopardy.

outofalchemy;

LOOK, I CHANGED MY THEME. :3 I like it.

I KNOW, IT’S DARK… But I like dark themes.

They don’t blind me as much. XD

reflectedsins:

alchemistfromshamballa 

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♚—Heya there kid, what’s with the new get up? I swear I can’t leave you or the the other two alone for one minutes without you causin’ trouble." A snicker followed his words and he snatched the other by his good arm, tugging him along. "Speakin’ of which where’re they?"His grin, so very reminiscent of his older self soon fell and he turned to face the other, an eyebrow raised.

"First of all, who the hell are you? And second of all, who are the "other two" you’re talking about?” Edward couldn’t help himself but be suspicious of this guy. Granted, he felt like he was dealing with a familiar feeling here. Still, his face was foreign to him. The eighteen-year-old could only give the other male a glaring look.

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thesaintofdeception:

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There’s nothing to certainly blame him for, in which his question didn’t provoked any sort of nerve right away. It was more of her being the curious one, steel eyes averting towards him to observe. Strange clothes; something a bit like the 1900’s, of course — who would’ve guessed. She said nothing at first to the boy’s questions, apart from knowing the fact that it’d be considerate to let him know. After all, he’s lost.

"New York City, Clinton District. I’m assumin’ ye’re from somewhere else b’cause of the clothin’."

Curious… The buildings seemed bigger and higher in the sky. There was clearly a new dress code in play in this place. “New York City?” Edward vaguely recalled hearing that name while in Germany, but he never thought he’d see New York City in person. “Yeah,” he answered the question. “I’m… I’m from Munich, Germany,” he said, although his words sounded like perfect English. No trace of a German accent. “Uh, what year is it? Sorry I’m asking so many questions, but…” But there was so much here he’d never seen before. Then again, she’d possibly be shocked by the technology in his right arm and left leg…

sure-shot-riza:

"Yes, you are home" Smiling softly at him she gave a small chuckle “Its just Riza Ed, please, after all we have been threw the least you can do is call me Riza when I am out of uniform."

"Sorry, Miss Riza—it’s really out of my nature to address someone I respect by their first name," he admitted to the Lieutenant. It was why he rarely said Mustang’s first name. It was either 'Colonel' or 'Mustang' or the combination of the two.

colonel-in-blue whispered:

SEND ME A  ♪ I WILL PUT MUSIC ON SHUFFLE AND GIVE YOU A SONG AND MY FAVORITE LINE FROM IT

Rain" by Creed. // Oh, the irony. //

— Trapped between this life and the light
I just can’t figure out how to make it right…

green-with-invidia:

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"Hey, it’s the pipsqueak!"

"HEY! ENVY! SHOVE A DAMN APPLE IN YOUR MOUTH AND SHUT UP, I’M NOT SHORT!” Edward ranted. It appears his nonsensical rants had matured just as he had…

SEND ME A  ♪ I WILL PUT MUSIC ON SHUFFLE AND GIVE YOU A SONG AND MY FAVORITE LINE FROM IT

Our Loved Ones | Open Pre-Shamballa RP

femme-avaritia:

She seemed to study him for a moment, a look of actual seriousness on her usually smug face. “It was…well it was a lot like home. But not. Are you sure you can handle this you look pretty freaked out.” She paused again, as the gender question returned “Oh yeah after I got over there I lost a contest and had to use up a regeneration to make the change.” She could still remember vaguely how difficult it had been to focus on her physical form while her body was rebuilding itself.

"So now will you tell me where we are?” Greed felt like she’d given him more than enough information for a decent trade.

A lot like home? What exactly is a ‘home’ to a Homunculus? However perturbed he felt, he masked it rather well for the moment. He heaved a wary sigh, his golden eyes slipping shut. It was usually in his nature to drill a Homunculus for answers, disregarding his own feelings. But the fact that this… feminine version of the Greed he remembered showed some sort of care for his own well-being, he took a moment to reel back and calm down.

He remembered Greed being different than the other Homunculi—more caring. When they fought, when Edward plunged his automail-turned-blade into the chest of the very Homunculus before him, there was a world of regret within Edward’s young heart. He had killed a living being, human or not. And it proved to be harder for him to take than he realized. Regardless, he looked up to the lady with a hard look. “Fine, fine…” With a deep breath, he’d avert his gaze to the structures around him. They were far different than the ones a person saw in cities like Central or East City. “You’re in Munich, Germany. This is the other side of the Gate, Greed. You’re in a whole other world, here.”