OK, this one is for Akama Star- Flying Alchemist 'cause she suggested it. I don't know if this is really what she was thinking of when she did, but here goes!

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Name: Blue Angel (or Racist, whichever)

Pairings: HavocxOC

She walked down the hall, a reptilian grace to her stride. That blue...Why did it look to Ed as though her angelic face had a blue tinge to it? Why did that long fine hair seem such a deep, soul-deep even, indigo? And the blue aura that surrounded and framed her perfect beauty. Ed stared as she strode down the hall in a pale dress with flowing sleeves. It only came down a ways above her knees, revealing shaped, round blue legs. Ed wanted to protect her wait on her and cherish her. But he'd never even seen her before. Who was she? As she walked past Roy's office door he opened it and stared out at her. There were an unusually high number of military officers crowding the hall now as Ed pushed his way toward the blue angel. He saw Roy step up to her and open his mouth. She held up her hand, gracefully cutting him off. She handed him a tiny pot holding a delicate spider-plant. He accepted it carefully with both hands and quickly took it back to his office. As Ed went past the office door in his pursuit of the girl, he saw Roy trying to kiss the poor potted plant. He quickly pushed past, very disturbed.

As she continued to walk the hall, Ed saw military officers starting to bite their nails like nervous beavers, all following behind her and some of them started to drool. Then she took a turn toward the cafeteria and as she did so, unfurled periwinkle blue wings and flapped them gently once or twice, dispersing some fine blue powder from them. Ed watched in amazement as female military officers started to follow her as well, including Hawkeye. Riza shyly offered her most prized possession, her handgun, to the woman. Nearby, Major Armstrong started singing an Italian opera that no one could understand. Everyone followed her out the door and to the museum which was 10 walking minutes away. Some unfortunate drooling few were mowed over by automobiles on the way and one woman had fallen into an open manhole, but other than that they all made it safely to the local art museum. Here their numbers dwindled as one by one they were escorted outside for either scaring other visitors or trying to lick paintings the blue angel had looked at. Ed couldn't stand it. She was so beautiful and innocent and flawless it hurt him. What would he do or say if he got her attention? He was a guilty, scarred boy with steel limbs. But all the same he had to try. Finally he pushed forward and said "Excuse me, Miss." She turned and smiled and Ed didn't want to say a word because he knew once he opened his mouth again, she would probably stop smiling. But after a moment, he did open his mouth. "Who are you? You're very beautiful."

"Why thank you." She said, sweet as strawberries dipped in honey.

"I forgot what my name was supposed to be, so you can call me Pickle OK? Mom said I lost some memory power when she combined me with a bird and that lizard didn't help either. I guess that makes me a bird brain, doesn't it?" She giggled. Ed was speechless. He could only gape at her.

Havoc appeared out of nowhere with a bouquet of blue roses. "Hey gorgeous!...Honey, what did you do to those personnel?"

"OH, I just transmuted the oxygen out of the air. Not all of it, but it's funny to watch them act weird! she sounded like a 7 year old. Ed finally snapped out of it as Havoc and angel began to walk away. "Wait! Havoc! She's a bird! A chimera-bird! She could be dangerous! And alchemy! She can do alchemy too!"

Havoc turned with an irritated scowl on his face. "I know that Edward. Don't be racist. Jeez." he said, turning back to "Pickle".

"Kids can be so rude Honey."