Holly jebus Rose is writing again.
Otay, anyways.
8D Rose reviews:
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Lawl DragonFly is awesome. xD She's fun.
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"Have you captured the Mustangs and the Elric?" the voice cooed from behind the large white chair in the pitch black room.
"Indeed we have, sir." Sheila said, back straight, hands at her sides, staring forward into the nothingness.
"Good, good." The voice chuckled from behind the leather, "Please make sure they are comfortable and get some rest before we inform them."
"Yes, sir." Sheila bowed turning and leaving the room of darkness.
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"Alrighty then!" the golden haired man spun in his chair, the man turning so fast, all that was seen was blurs of brown and black. He stopped in a heartbeat, pale blue eyes scanning over the automail limb. He possessed an assortment of tools in his teeth, behind his ears, on his arms, and in his hands, "Well this…is a piece of crap." He tossed it over his head, behind him loud crash, "It's not even worthy of being junk!"
"T-That was my arm!" Elric barked.
"Place nice, Jackel…" DragonFly sighed.
"I bet your leg is a piece of crap too. Who made these, a woman?" Jackel broke into laughter, "Aha…a woman," he wiped a fake tear away, "Making automail, whoo that's a riot." He cleared his throat, "But seriously, you're a walking garbage heap, I can have you a new pair done in a good hour." He stretched, in an instant he was across the room, picking at different pieces of metal, "What'chya more after Fullmetal? Power, speed, speed and power?" he turned ending up back in his chair as it spun violently around. Edward glared around the work area, seeing different parts and wires scattered about the area. The place reeked of oil and burning things, a smell he already wasn't fond of, let alone the man smelled like old socks… Tools completely helpless and left out and a giant heap of metal next to a furnace, which Edward guessed, is where he melted down stuff. He sighed,
"I…guess both speed and power." He muttered, Winry was going to hate him, not that he bothered to tell Jackel that.
"Since I don't think ye'd like to be caused anymore pain, I'll fit'em to the ports already attached to ya." Jackel said, "Hobble back here in an hour."
"W-what about my arm?" Edward tilted his head to see if he could see it.
"Tsh, well one, ye ain't allowed to have it anyway, two. It's a piece of scrap. Leave it. Now git!" he waved his hands, adjusting his black uniform, zipping around the room. Becoming, once again, the black blur as he was when the two had arrived. Edward hopped off the stool, hearing the speedy man mumble, realizing the strange girl had left him here. The door slammed shut behind him, but Edward could still see the man through the clear office walls.
Ed turned and walked down the hall, with the tiled dark blue floor, the hallway seeming to go on forever, different offices where he could see men and women in the same black suits, working on computers…all having something different about them. It sort of scared Ed…He glanced around, deciding left would be a good way to go. This hall was the same though, dark blue ceiling, dark blue floor, windowed offices to every direction of him. He finally noticed someone, it was the girl that had ambushed him, talking to a pale woman with white hair, and he leaned in the door. The room was clean, just like any other, a dark blue carpet along with a black desk, computer, phone, usual stuff in an office setting. DragonFly had sat herself upon the desk, and the strange woman had his back to him. The room smelled oddly of flowers, he made a note, that it smelled much better then Jackel's so called office.
"Um…excuse me?" he blinked. The two instantly stopped the conversation,
"Yes?" the pale woman cooed, "What is it?" she asked politely.
"Um…I seem to be…lost." His golden eyes drifted to the girl perched on the office desk.
"Ah," DragonFly said, "That's Edward Elric; I was hoping Jackel would keep you busy for a while. I'm not too fond of him myself. Sorry for leaving you there." She laughed lightly, her wigs twitching. Edward began to wonder what the other woman's power was…everyone seemed to have one.
"Well it's a pleasure to meet you, Mr. Elric. I'm Daisy." She smiled kindly. Edward nodded his head, Daisy was a very normal name, and maybe there were 'normal' people here after all.
"Are you going to tell me what's going on? Where's Rose and Roy?" he questioned. Daisy waved her hands,
"Roy has turned in, he's asleep for the night, and Rose is somewhere out and about, unlike you. She understands this place." Daisy answered, "Most likely in the kitchen with Mason." She said, "Would you like me to escort you there?"
"Yes, please do." He bowed his head. Daisy swayed over to him, lifted up a swaying hand to open the door, Edward following right behind her. She walked so graceful, she seemed like royalty and the smell from the office seemed to follow her, that office must have been hers. He continued to notice as the dark blue faded to lighter blue, and the windowed offices were soon replaced with doors. Maybe for sleeping, more privacy, or something like meetings? Edward turned his head to glanced at Daisy,
"How…many people are here?"
"Oh, thousands." The woman giggled, "It's good, that I only have to know the names on this floor, but sometimes, you just seem to know everyone…I bet it comes with the job…" she laughed. As she stepped into an elevator, Ed followed, not being too fond of the contraption, this place seemed to have the most updated technology, "The Kitchens, Please." Daisy spoke, the elevator replied with a ding, and lurched to the left, knocking Edward over, but Daisy amazingly stayed put. The Elevator shot down, Ed clinging to the handrail but Daisy staying amazingly still, a hand on a hip, the other laying limp. The elevator stopped and opened. Edward smiled glancing around the large kitchen, which seemed endless with silver stoves and counters, made of stainless steel. The floors looking like chess boards switching between black and white tiles and the ceiling and walls a nice calm gray color. His eyes searched to room, falling from silver pots and pans, to wooden spoons, finally to the red head he been looking for, his thoughts broken by Daisy's words, slipping lazily and sarcastically from her mouth,
"Oh dear…"
"Rose!" Ed's smiled faded as he saw the knives fly high above the woman's head, she didn't seem to move, seemed frozen too the spot. Edward made his move, running forward before Daisy could say a word.