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[ the wind is bitter cold, the snow on his face making it chafe and he can feel the flush of blood in his cheeks from the chill. he's hardly dressed for the weather and any more time spent outside could be the death of him. ironic, after how far he's come...

and how far he's come... he's not really sure how he came to be here or how. one moment was munich, the next, well, it looks like northern amesteris, but he can't be sure. at least there's a cabin ahead, but from the looks of it, the flags make it a military outpost. how much welcome he'll receive there is difficult to say. the fullmetal alchemist has been missing for two years, last seen in central before he'd disappeared beneath the city. he doesn't even have his watch anymore, so who would believe him if he said who he was?

they're dark thoughts, much like the questions in his mind. like the question of how he came here, in the blink of an eye, after trying and failing to find a way home through the stars. but also like the question of who now will take him. is his brother even alive? had he succeeded? and what about...

the colonel. again, like the night he'd met mabuse, the image of mustang flashes through his mind. was he alive? had the colonel succeeded in killing the fuhrer? the last time he'd seen him, he'd hardly had the chance for a proper goodbye. a mere brush of hands. a light touch between two men who'd finally come to understand each other. and then he'd been gone.

when he'd first woken up in munich, he'd told himself he wouldn't have regrets. but he does and many of them centered on what little time he'd had to spend with the man who had inspired him to move forward. it's too much to hope that he might see mustang again, even if the men at the outpost believe him. so he doesn't hold onto that hope. not like the way he grips his brown coat closer in hopes of warding off the cold.

the cabin is only a few feet ahead of him now. and he's grateful for that much because the wind is whipping his long hair, making it hard to see ahead of him. if there's anyone standing guard, they'll likely see him sooner than he'll see them. ]

alchimia

[ the man is pretty quick thinking, he'll give him that. but when he speaks, ed is hardly any more impressed than he was earlier. the words coming out of schneizel's mouth sound remarkably like a speech thrown his way by another person. and he hated dante for it.

his eyes narrow. ]

Why wouldn't I? When you get down to it, regardless of status or strength, everyone's just a bunch of basic chemicals. Assuming anyone is more's just arrogance.

[ ooc: continued from here ]

chemeia

[ It's late in the evening, but parties are still going on around the city. With the grand ceremony for the new fuhrer's inauguration scheduled for the morning, the city is ripe with anticipation. It seems everyone is excited to see the General Roy Mustang take office, except perhaps two important people. The fuhrer-to-be and the young woman who is standing at the door to Roy Mustang's large estate home. She doesn't knock on the door, rather uses alchemy to let herself in. And from the silence she finds inside, she can tell that the guards and house crew have been dismissed for the evening. Probably not a wise idea on the night before he's made the strongest man in the nation, but she knows he's capable of protecting himself. She's expected the house to be as silent as it is and takes advantage of the silence to quietly make her way down the halls.

Stealing away from her brother's side for the evening had not been easy. Coming up with an excuse had been even more difficult. But she's here now and in clothing she hasn't worn for years. They're a black shirt with matching short skirt and a heavy belt that hangs on her hips, all covered by a now worn and faded red cloak. The clothing of her office when she had once been the Fullmetal Alchemist. When she had served under the new fuhrer, when he had been just a colonel. They were chosen specifically for the evening, an evening that means a lot, despite how little either of them are celebrating.

When she finally finds the sitting room, for a few seconds, she leans against the threshold. Mustang's chair has its back to her, facing the fire, but she doesn't have to see him to know what he'll be doing. She doesn't have to step into the room to know he'll be cradling a glass of brandy in one hand, a book in the other. A night meant to be spent alone, despite how momentous the occasion is. Tomorrow will be the culmination of all the goals he's had, every step he's taken has been to this moment. And she knows what he's lost along the way. Friends, loved ones, his innocence, and what could have been a normal life. It's because of those losses she's here now.

Quietly, she pushes away from the doorway to step further into the room. Old, clunky leather boots thunk against the gleaming wood floor and announce her presence with each step that takes her closer to him. She doesn't say a word, however. She'll wait for him to speak first. If he even speaks at all. ]

alchimia

[ The days have passed exceedingly uncomfortably for him since being bodily removed from Iki. It's been difficult for him to sleep at night without the usual warmth of Al by his side. His muscles ache too, not having been able to get a regular massage either. Without Al, he's a near mess. The kind of hopeless mess he had been before Al had arrived in Ukiyo, and though he occasionally sees his brother on their rounds or in whispered conversations over their fansuwoths, it's not the same. He aches for his brother, like an ache has settled in his chest and won't let go. And he can still remember the sensation of his brother's body against him, leaving him awake in the middle of the night, hard and needy.

Now, he's flopped over on his futon with a mess of blonde hair draping around him. His fingers poke at the fansuwoth and he's considering calling Al again, despite knowing that it won't heal his loneliness. In fact, he knows he should at least talk to Al if he wants to avoid another lecture from Sakura. So with a sigh, he finally dials the number to his brother's connection and waits for the screen on Al's side to flicker to life. ]

chemeia

[ooc: continued from here.]

With me.

[ A quiet acknowledgement as their foreheads come together. Pulling her hands forward, they palm over Al's chest where, regrettably, she cannot feel the steady beating of Al's heart under her cold, steel fingers. But he's warm under the touch of her left hand, and that's enough.

He says he wants to stay with her, and she knows that the phrase alone carries a lot of meaning. She's always known Al's slight wish for a home, after losing the one they had. She's always known about Al's desire to remain tied to Amestris, if not through a home, then through the people they've met. She's felt it too. But she's tired of the demands Central has for them both. She's tired of the way the state expects her, as the only person to have ever completed a successful human transmutation (aside from Al, of course), to be at their beck and call. She's tired of the stares and the whispers. The suggestions that the only way she made it up the ranks so quickly was because of her relationship with the colonel (and that thought makes her rankle a bit). It's probably selfish of her to think it, but she feels almost as if she's given up enough to her country, and the exchange hasn't always been Equivalent. ]

You would?

[ She already knows the answer of course, shifting forward a bit more with a tilt of her head. Three words nearly dangle on her lips, unspoken, but there. Her hands move again, placed gently over the palms on her face. ]

Let's leave, Al. Let's go tomorrow. In the morning. Leave everything. Just me and you.

alchimia

[ AU!Continuation from this post.

He can feel the way Al tenses beneath him and he doesn't like it. He doesn't want Al to withdraw or even feel uncomfortable. He wants Al to be warm and alive and molded against him like he should be. And though it feels slightly wrong to initiate anything (because how much of it is out of concern for Al and not his own selfish wants?), he pulls away just enough to discard his already open shirt. It's dropped to the floor, like his pants had been earlier, and then he's resting his hands on either side of Al's head, making sure their legs are entangled enough to prevent Al from moving too far.

In this position, he looks down on his brother, bangs creating a curtain around them and making his eyes darken in already scant light. But even in the low light, it's still enough to tell how full of emotion his eyes are. As if looking at Al can somehow convey how he feels or the words he wishes he could say but can't because he's never been good with words like Al is. ]

Al...

alchimia

[ It's late, and outside the stars are already out, moon casting light through the window of Ichigo's room as a certain short blond pushes aside the frame. One leg's already inside, the other soon following it, and he's trying to be as quiet as possible, but when you have one leg made of steel joints, it tends to creak something awful. At least it's not too cold out; that would make the joints creak even more, but it's still loud in the silence of the night and Ed can't help the quiet curse that escapes him.

Limbs shifting, moving with as much elegance as he can manage in the awkward position of halfway out the window and halfway in, he grips the window's edge to steady himself a bit before leaning forward and hissing quietly into the room. ]

Oi, Ichigo... Wake up.

alchimia

[ There are few things that Ed enjoys in life more than a warm, hot bath. And really, he can't be blamed, the way heated water eases the stress on his muscles and joints caused by his limbs making it possible for him to relax. It's calming too, making his usual demeanor soften, and allowing him to reflect on the better parts of his day, rather than whatever might have annoyed or bug him.

All he needs now is a certain younger brother to join him, as Al's presence would only make the current mood even better. He slants a gaze towards the changing rooms where Al's still dallying, and cocks his head as his arms spread out along the sides. Unbound hair sticks to his cheeks and back, quickly brushed away as he lifts a hand to call out. ]

Oi, Al, hurry up!

chemeia

[ This is ridiculous. Of course, Ed hadn't expected Kiyoha to be so determined in getting him into all this stupid finery, but she did. Why did he give in? Because with all these acres of silk wrapped around this new body, hair done up in some bizarre fashion typical of Ukiyo (were all the sticks and danglies really necessary?), it's a bit hard to maneuver. Where the hell is he even gonna keep his journal or anything like that? Maybe in the sleeves... they're big enough.

Still, now that he's looking at himself in a mirror, he can't help but admit the look isn't too bad. It looks nice enough, even if he thinks it's a huge waste of time.

One thing he won't abide by is the damn shoes. They're too uncomfortable and make walking difficult. Especially with his false leg. So they go flying with a kick that disregards which trajectory they'll end up in.

Man... Al's gonna freak. Maybe he'll stay indoors for however long this lasts. ]

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BOYS & GIRLS IN THE REDLIGHT DISTRICT
WELCOME TO THE REDLIGHT DISTRICT; MAKE YOUR DIRTY BOYS BLUSH

Welcome to the darker and dingier part of Tokyo's party district, where the dark streets are barely lit with the futile and flickering neon signs of bars, brothels, and nightclubs. You find yourself in one such club, where the music booms loud and full of base, shaking the walls. The floor, or what can be seen of it through the moving mass of bodies, is filthy and stained with all manner of humanity. You don't remember the club's name since the first couple of drinks, but it doesn't matter, because you're looking for fun without names or consequence. Drink prices decrease as sex appeal rises, drugs are easy to find, and the air is cloaked with the scent of burnt tobacco, sweat, and sex. Along the walls that aren't lined with ripped leather and vinyl, are men and women of all kinds, scantily dressed and with the promise of the provocative in darkened, drugged, or drunk eyes. The soporific atmosphere and lights flashing like so many warning signs shift your perception and you're forced to look at the boys or girls from another angle, an angle not meant for angels, but for demons.

So what will you do? Will you take the hand of the person before you, lead them onto the dance floor, and engage in the shifting of bodies that is so close to sex were it not for the clothes between you? Will you move to the bar to imbibe in the crude, liquid candy flavored liquor that makes your sense swirl? Will you slip cash to a cloaked man, picking up a deadly treat that'll leave you feeling off balance? Will you slip into the dirty and filthy bathrooms for a few minutes in the kind of heaven suited to this hell?

Whatever you do, don't lose yourself too much. Have as much fun as you want. And remember to take it to the private rooms in the back if things get too... engaging~ ♥
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[ The chess board sitting in front of him is a familiar one, the board and pieces those that Lelouch uses regularly and with such frequency, that there could be no way that Rolo could erase it from his memory. But it's no loss for Rolo, his hand reaching out to brush his fingertips across the white pieces in front of him. Idly, he's considering asking his brother for a match, despite knowing full well that he'll lose. But losing doesn't matter to him, so long as he can spend time with his brother. ]

Nii-san? Um... are you busy?

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[ The evening is late, the grounds of Ashford Academy quiet save for the sound of automatic sprinklers and late night grass clipping. But it's far off, hardly heard from within the rooms of the Lamperouge brothers. Still, Rolo cannot sleep. His eyes feel heavy, his breathing slow, but no matter how hard he tries to relax, close his eyes, and let sleep take him, he still awakens with thoughts and memories of being the tool of the Directorate. His dreams are filled with men in white coats and without faces, prodding, poking, testing... Wires and tubing everywhere and he cannot escape.

Finally, he gives up on sleep and silently slips out of his bed. The sheets rustle quietly, but other than that, there's no noise as Rolo tiptoes his way to his brother's room. Lelouch is either sleeping by now or still working on plans for upcoming invasions. Part of Rolo isn't sure he wants to interrupt him, but Lelouch is his brother, isn't he? And this is what brothers do. They help each other.

So Rolo pushes the door open and locks it behind himself with a gentle "click". It's loud enough in the quiet room to catch Lelouch's attention if he's still up. And now, only dressed in his sleeping shorts, Rolo is standing inside Lelouch's room with a desperation in his eyes that is rarely there. A desperation that says without words "Please, Brother. Help me forget..." ]

lamperburton.livejournal.com

[ It's between classes and Rolo's doing his usual "duty" of making sure the other students stay in line and follow rules. Of course, he's not the type to always follow the rules himself. His shirt's untucked, his tie loose, but most students know by now that to mess with Rolo is to find oneself with a possible black eye or a broken bone. Fortunately, Hibari isn't around to back Rolo up. No doubt, he's at some other end of the school, harassing students as well.

With one hand in a pocket and the other hefting his shoulder bag, he gives a shout to a couple of lallygagging freshman before pulling his hand from his pocket. In his hand is now a sucker, which he unwraps and shoves in his mouth as a hopeful distraction from the current craving he's having for nicotine. ]

pretending.livejournal.com

[ Chilling inside with a mixed drink and in front of the big screen plasma as he like idk, kills aliens on his PS3. Because he's totally a spoiled brat. Blam blam. ]

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[ It's late (almost early morning) of Halloween and he's more than just a little drunk as the cab drops him off in front of the house. He stumbles a little, but soon catches his balance and walks slowly down the pathway lit by the few scattered luminaries that are still alight. As he reaches the door, he searches the pockets of his costume for his keys. When he finally finds them, he slips it into the lock and steps inside quietly, hoping not to waken anybody who might be home.

Too bad for the bowl of candy sitting on the coffee table near by, because in his unsteadiness, he knocks it over, sending the treats to the floor of the foray with a bit of a crash. ]

Oh... fuck.

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[ It's late night in the party district and he already started making his rounds. The week had been long and with Lelouch out of town on some school related trip, he's felt the need to let loose and slip back into some old vices. Getting in was easy enough. He's been doing it for so long that lying is easy and he almost looks the part now that he's older. In a pair of torn but tight fitting pants with more zippers than he really needs and a couple layered wife beaters under a loose fitting vest, he's dressed for the scene.

Of course, he looks a bit wealthier than some of the people in the place, and already he's prevented two others from trying to pick his pocket (the first was rather surprised to find a knife to their throat before they could blink). But he's not a idiot and he knows how things work here.

A cigarette dangles from his lips as he closes his eyes for a moment and breathes in toxic fumes. He can smell marijuana in the air, but it doesn't get to him. Nor does the heavy throbbing base of the music from the dance floor. It's all too familiar to him. And he takes it in like a drug. One that he's craved for a while since he's moved in with the Britannias.

Taking a drag, he catches the eye of some scantily clad girl down the bar who he can tell has been eying him. He smirks at her and leans forward towards the bartender, ordering her a drink. Nothing will come from it, but he wants to play a little. He orders a drink for himself as well, sliding the plastic card that has his adoptive brother's name on it across the metal counter.

Part of him wishes Lelouch were here too, but if what Lelouch had said about traveling was true (and he had no reason to suspect otherwise), the elder is in another town and bogged down with boring work. Poor him. Rolo, on the other hand merely throws back the shot before ordering another and grins to himself.

It felt good to be back, if only for a few hours. ]

[ WARNING: This post contains dubious consensual sex, severe cursing, violence, alcohol, and mentions of drug use. Oh and poor attempts at translating Japanese. ]

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[Since a certain ~~witch~~ secretary is currently living in his, Lelouch's, and Nunnally's house and since he never seems capable of getting along with her, he's packed a bag and decided to spend some time staying with someone else. He'll miss the pool, the hot tub, and ~~Lelouch~~ his room, but it's for the best.

Besides... Lelouch would get pissed if he threw another pot at Cera Clandestine. So, closing the door to the car and locking it, he grabs his bag and looks up at the building. Maybe he'll have a smoke before he heads up.]

locketdangle.livejournal.com

[After school had ended for the day, he had decided to head home and finish his homework. But after he'd done that (in very little time, since it was all pretty easy), he had decided to get dinner started.]

[Apron on and pots ready on the stove, he begins cooking up a few things while checking a cookbook once in a while. Nunnally, with her newest volunteer work, wouldn't be home until late and Lelouch was due back around his usual time. Which meant that he would hopefully have dinner ready by the time Lelouch got home.]

byronics.livejournal.com

['Tis a dark and stormy night and the electricity isn't winning in its fight against the wind, so throughout the house candles have been dispersed, creating a rather cozy - if not totally creepy - atmosphere.]

[And being the faggot that he is, Lulu is taking advantage of the weather to read voraciously, drinking copious amounts of amber tea by the fireplace in the small library.]

locketdangle.livejournal.com

[Comes into Zero's office, already dressed in his Black Knights uniform and fiddling with the coat buttons as he approaches Lelouch's desk. His eyes are on his coat until he finally stands before Lelouch, looking up with a shy but serious expression.]

The innitial setup for the infiltration has been successfully managed, Zero. Sayoko and I will be able to enter as a team of analysts, along with several others, in order to retrieve Nunnally. Everything is arranged. We will just need your approval to head out.

[Pauses, fiddling with the buttons again.]

I-I've received my uniform, but... Does it look okay?

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