Corad: Hey guys. Hope you're all having a good Easter Weekend! Because we got so much postive feedback, we're decided to write another chapter. So I want to thank Silver Horror, JakLover, Zekoi, Jaxter, Meowen, Moonclaw and Guardian Angel of Haven City for their encouraging reviews. All you other readers have these guys to thank for the next chapter, coz without them, there probably wouldn't be one. Ok, this chapter is basically setting up the story, introducing a few characters, Praxis' intentions etc. After this chapter, we'll get into fusing the Anime episodes into Jak and Daxter. Just as a note too, we're working off the Anime for this. I've read only a few chapters of the Manga, and I know it's slightly different from the TV eps. But the Anime is easier to work with lol. Now, on with this chappie!
Neither Bijoux or I own FMA or Jak and Daxter. If we did, this would probably be a reality o.O
"Haven City cannot gain peace, without first eliminating their Baron. To obtain, something of equal value must scare him off. That is Haven's first law of equivalent exchange. In that city, we really believe that to be the world's one and only truth."
(Insert Prologue here)
FULLMETAL
PRAXEMIST
THE NIGHTMARE BEGINS
Silent sobbing was heard through the throne door, a certain Baron inside weeping over his Fullmetal Alchemist collection. Not only had the Baron watched the whole 51 episodes, but he'd also somehow watched the movie, read the whole Manga series and played the PS2 game, all in a week. A week locked up in his throne room with nothing but FMA was just a recipe for disaster, but on top of that, there was nothing left for our poor old Praxis. Nothing new the series could offer him. It was such a depressing feeling…that is, until a thought occurred inside his head. One so genius that it was a miracle that he could even think it up.
"Um Sir, what are you doing?" a suspicious voice asked after the Baron had stumbled out the throne room, holding a large box of clothes. Praxis turned his face to Erol, smiling innocently at him.
"Now, now Envy. That's no way to speak to your Fuhrer," Praxis replied, taking a few steps forward and smashing into a nearby wall. The Baron fell to the ground; the box fell out his hands, clothes and all sorts littering the floor as Erol rushed to help his Baron up. However, the commander raised a worried eyebrow for his Baron had a black eye patch on his only functioning eye, and was wearing a form of blue military uniform. He'd also realized that Praxis had shaved his beard off, and dyed his moustache black.
"Uh, Praxis sir…what's all this?" Erol pressed on, struggling to heave the Baron onto his feet. Praxis spun around, and faced where he thought Erol was standing.
"I told you Envy, I am no longer Baron Praxis, but Baron Bradley!" he roared, pointing a finger threateningly in mid air, Erol standing on his other side still with worry written on his face.
"Sir, I'm over here…" Praxis heard the "mocking" tone of Erol, and spun around, looking frantically around the place. His shallow breathing told anyone he was hyperventilating, and when he began screaming he was blind, we all know why. "But Sir, you are wearing an eye patch on your only eye!" The small commander ran forward, trying to calm down Praxis and ripped the eye patch off his Baron's face.
"Ah Envy, it's good to see you again. How are things with Dante'?" the Baron asked casually, patting Erol lightly on the shoulder, beaming a smile at him again. Erol began to look nervous, wondering why the Baron kept calling him "Envy" and was trying to work out who Dante was. But the Baron destroyed all his mindless thoughts by shoving a skimpy black singlet and skort at him, followed by a can of dark green hair spray. To top it off, a black head band with an upside down red triangle was tossed at him from the box too.
"Now Envy, put these on, and follow me. We are going on a philosopher stone hunt," the Baron instructed, continuing on down the hallway and stopping in front of his daughter's room, before barging his way in out of sight. Erol stood speechless for a while, hearing Ashelin's roars of fury echo around, before looking down at the clothes. They looked like something one of the girl's would wear, but the Baron's demanding tone ran through his head, so he ran off to his room to change.
Once he'd managed to slip the singlet over his head, he found it cut off just above his gut. "O…kay, so, why the hell does he want me wearing this?" Erol growled angrily, tugging the skort on and realizing it looked more like a small black mini skirt than anything else. He almost cried while spraying his nice orange hair a dark green color, before finally putting the black head band on. Yes, he looked like a freak, but the Baron had wished him to dress up like this, so he couldn't argue.
"Quick Envy! Riza's gonna going to tell Roy our plan! Hurry!" the Baron shouted in a panic stricken state outside the door, banging hard on the wooden surface. It wasn't long until a fist was forced through by accident, and the whole door fell in. "Wait, you're not Envy!" Praxis shouted suddenly, his eye falling on Erol standing beside his mirror frowning. Pulling out two black, fingerless gloves and a pair of black, heel and toeless socks, he hurled them at his commander, and roared at him to put them on. Sighing, the new items of clothing were put on, and the Baron squealed in delight, grabbing Erol by his now bare arm and dragging him down the hall towards the main door.
Erol caught a glimpse of Ashelin, although she had been forced into another blue military outfit and her hair had been bleached blonde and tied back. The profanity she was screaming at her father's back told Erol that she had suffered the same treatment as himself, and could only watch as she pulled her gun out, shooting randomly around the hall, still screaming.
But the Baron ignored her, and soon the two were standing outside, Erol feeling slightly uncomfortable for being this much exposed to the public. However, he couldn't dwell into it for too long, for Baron Bradley had begun dragging him again directly down the stairs and towards Mar's Tomb. Erol didn't like where this was going, especially when Praxley shoved him first through the door which they forced open themselves. They took the slow, creaking lift down (probably creaking coz Praxis is on it) before Baron Praxley dashed down the stairs screaming and disrupting every living thing down there.
And so, the idiocy really began. Praxis kept running and screaming, the eye patch he had put back on, but onto his other "eye", kept inching dangerously close off his metal armored head. The Baron even ran through that murky water stuff, the little metal head things evacuating in panic as one of their comrades met an untimely end under the large man's foot. At least he was clearing a safe path for Erol though, which the commander picked up. So "Envy" began to follow his high and mighty Bar…errr…Fuhrer, and soon both came to an abrupt halt in the chamber with the precursor stone. It glinted an eerily green color (just like Praxis' face when he ate too much in one sitting) from where it rested on the wall.
"Ah…we found it. Now Envy, you take this one, and together, we'll create the Philosopher's stone," the Baron instructed, handing over a can of something. Erol looked down, trying to read the label which the Baron had crossed out and written "Philosopher stone ingredient". He really wanted to know what was written there, but when he looked up to find Baron Braxis spray painting the green stone red.
"SIR! What are you…?" Erol began, but Praxis turned around, eying him carefully while pointing to the can in his hand. Sighing in defeat, Erol stepped forward and helped his Baron spray paint the Precursor Stone red, before the two stood back to admire their work.
"It's so beautiful, isn't it Envy?"
"What, the stone or your gut?"
"This is not the time for jokes my lovable Homunculus. Now that we have created the stone, we must find the stone," Praxis said in a mysterious voice, his face still looking up at the "Philosopher's stone" before him. The red glow illuminated on Braxis' serious face, and Erol couldn't help but snort in laughter. "Is something the matter, Envy?"
"Er, no sir. It's just; you said we must find the stone. Technically we've already found it, and we're standing right in front of it," Erol began, motioning up at the stone and resting his other hand on his hip (Prrp, such an Envy thing). Praxis seemed too lost for words, but finally spoke up, his loud voice echoing around the silent chamber.
"Envy, I told you! We need to find the Philosopher stone! This Philosopher stone is not the Philosopher stone! Now come, we're leaving to find the stone once and for all, before Jakward can get his little hands on it…" Praxis hissed more to himself than anyone else, but grabbed Erol's wrist and yanked him quickly to follow. Maybe Praxis was just being stupid as per usual (In all our Palace Stories) or maybe this is what really happened on this so called "Fullmetal Alchemist" thing he watched. Whichever it was, no time was spared to think about it as sunlight beamed on their faces as they stepped through the tomb's main door.
It was a nice feeling being back outside, in the "fresh" air and lovable atmosphere. But Erol knew that this wasn't the end of the Baron's crazy adventures, and feared to see what would happen next. Yes, he could just tell it would get worse, now that the Stone had been created, and also due the fact that he was currently being dragged towards the slums.
"Now Envy. We are missing cast members, so you and I will drop by the Underground, and make the scum bags there become characters. Do you understand?" the Baron had suddenly stopped walking to look at Erol to see if he had in fact, understood.
"Sir, it doesn't take a genius to work that out," Erol groaned, after doing a face plant into his gut. He hadn't noticed Baron Braxis had stopped, and walked right into him. (shudders) Poor, Poor Env…I mean Erol.
"Well, if that's the case, then we shall prevail and create more characters!" Baron Bradley roared, taking off in a mad rush to get to the underground first before anybody else. Erol rolled his eyes, and followed at a dawdling pace, shoulders sagging and eyes half closed. It wasn't long until he reached the underground, and already the Baron was down inside. He could even hear Torn's furious yells and a few other people shout at him, before the Baron told them all to obey or meet a sudden, doomed death.
"You idiot! This is the Underground! Get the hell out!" Torn shouted, face flaring up in rage. Braxis cast a glance over him, a thought running into his head.
"Yes, you make the perfect Roy Mustang. From now on, you must dye your hair black, and dress in these, Torn Mustang. Now you," Praxis mumbled, tossing the military uniform randomly at Torn who stumbled back to catch it. Jak cowered slightly under Praxis' glare, and cowered even more when the Baron took out some more clothes. "You will be Edward Elric, seeing not only are you the 'hero', but you are also a foot shorter than everyone else, and also a blonde," Praxis muttered, pulling out black clothes followed by a long red traveling coat.
"I'm not short, and I'm not blonde!" Jak shouted, grasping the clothes and death glaring the Baron as he made a move forward. Praxis pulled out a comb and began styling Jak's hair (it's long like in Jak2) and soon he stepped back, Ed's hairstyle looking directly at him. Yes, it had the fringe, and even a poorly done plait down his neck. It was perfect.
"Ah, my first creation…"
"Sir, what about me then?" Erol asked in a grudging tone, shifting his weight from one foot to the other, arms crossed. Praxis turned around and shrugged at him, before placing all attention back on Jakward. However, something caught his eye, which made him get angry and begin to hyperventilate again.
"Ed doesn't have a goatee!" Praxis yelled, forcefully ripping Jak's only form of facial hair off his chin. The teen began screaming; not only in pain but in loss of his err…"manlihood". He collapsed onto his knees, cradling his chin while he sobbed like a little kid. But Praxis wasn't done creating characters, and turned to the Ottsel standing on the desk beside Jak and Torn. "I have perfect plans for you," the Baron leered, eyes lighting up. About five minutes later, where Daxter once stood, was a large suit of armour. So large it was bigger than Praxis himself.
"Ok in there, furry dude!" Baron Bradley roared, smashing his fists into the suit's chest. The ottsel inside began to get a head ache, as the sound around him rang out repeatedly as it echoed. It was kinda like being forced into a trashcan, and bullies start kicking and banging the can while you're still in it. But when Daxter didn't respond, the Baron began to fear for his little Daxphonse and pulled off the helmet. He peered inside, and saw Daxter, standing on a poorly made platform in the middle of the chest, holding onto levers which were meant to aid his movement of the large suit of armor. But all was ok when Daxter began screaming at the Baron again, so Praxis shoved back on the helmet and wondered up to Sharok, who was trying to stay hidden behind Torn.
"Ah, if it isn't my old comrade Sharok. Now, you are going to be my personal favorite," Praxis said casually, turning around and death glaring Erol/Envy for some reason before looking back at the ex Krimzon guard. He pulled out another blue uniform, followed by some glasses and a pair of scissors. He placed the glasses onto Sharok's face, and began talking about "Now this is gonna hurt you, a lot more than it's gonna hurt me," and before Sharok knew what was happening, Praxis began cutting off his long black hair.
It wasn't long until Sharok began protesting, weeping as his long hair fell to the ground, and finally couldn't take anymore and shoved Praxis away. He fled up the stairs, his hair somewhat shorter now (about neck length) and wasn't seen again…but he'll come back later coz he's Maes after all. There was one final person to make over now. Yes, he was the shortest of them all (Bijoux: Um, well what about Daxter?) and he was green.
"Old Man Samos…you are also going to be one of my favorites," Praxis began, raiding his box again for a small dress and an apron. He handed the old Sage his costume and found a little pair of glasses buried underneath some more clothes. Holding them out to Samos, the sage began to protest with things like "I already have glasses" before Praxis, feeling slightly enraged ripped off the old man's and threw them on the ground.
They cracked a few times, but still Baron Bradley wasn't satisfied and began jumping up and down on them, destroying them further. Now that Samos' old glasses were gone, he would have to use Pinnako's. And so, poor old Samos was turned into Pinnako, which kinda makes sense if Keira's Winry.
But now that all the people in the Underground at the present time had been mutated into Fullmetal Alchemist people, Praxis felt his work was done. Before he left though, he grabbed Jak and Daxter, dragging them up the stairs and out of sight. Once outside, he handed them two scripts, and began explaining to them that their fate was not over yet.
"Now, I'm gonna dump you both in the wasteland, and you will read these scripts and like them. I will be trailing behind watching, while you two walk to the city at the end of the desert," Praxis said, leading Jak and Daxter (who was struggling to move the suit of armor let alone keep up) over to a hellcat. Erol came out of the underground a few moments later, and saw Baron Braxis talking to Jak and the armor, and feared something bad was going to happen. When he approached the Baron however, Praxis fell silent, looking from Jak to Daxphonse and then to Erol.
"Envy, you aren't in the first episode, so you have to get lost," Praxis said as if he was talking to a child, pointing back in the direction of the Palace. Erol stood planted on the ground, eyebrow raised and arms crossed again while he looked at the three. Maybe Jak could handle the situation by himself, so he began to leave, muttering under his breath about reporting this to Ashelin. When he had left completely, Baron Praxis then turned back to his two "heroes" and made them get into the hellcat. Yes, this is only the beginning of the horrors that are yet to come. Knowing Praxis, there'll be nothing left of Haven city or Spargus for that matter, when he's done…
Corad: If you're wondering, Praxis had many names in this chapter: Baron Praxis, Baron Bradley, Praxley, Braxis, Fuhrer King Praxis, Fuhrer King Baron...Fuhrer Baron Bradley...um, Fuhrer Baron Praxis...Fuhrer Baron Braxis...there's another one there somewhere. Ah yeah, Fuhrer Baron Praxley. There's more but I'm confusing myself right now. Hopefully that chapter was ok. The Baron has picked out a few victims, but more are to come. Writing this is going to be hard though, coz I can't find any FMA episode scripts on the net, so we have to watch the anime again and write down segment conversations ourselves. With a bit of luck, it will be worth it though. Because of that, we're asking for 5 reviews in exchange for the next chapter. Yeah, it might seem a bit much, but it's time consuming to sit and watch FMA againand organise scripts and scenes before writing it out as FullMetal Praxemist. On top of that, both of us have stories on the go and Bijoux still has school to deal with lol. Hopefully you guys can understand. We just need encouragement from readers that's all. I'll say this again though, Sharok is an OC from one of my large fics. I put up a few pics of him on fanart if you want to take a look. We ran out of canon characters coz there's too many FMA cast members...but yeah, please review to help get the next update up! Thanks!
