[Alphonse is running down the street, trying to find his brother, hoping that he'll run into him eventually. He doesn't want to give up but it seems as though it's impossible and he stops in his tracks, and tears start to slip down his cheeks. He doesn't even care about anything else because he's stuck in a bit of a daze.]N...Nii-San....Why did you ( Read more... )

[Running through the streets as fast as his feet can carry him as he's tugging on the collar he's wearing. It's not choking him to death, but that's not what he's worried about.]

THEY DIED!!! THEY DIED!!! THE EXPLOSIONS!!! THE BODIES LITTERED THE STREETS!!!

[Stops and realizes he's in Fake Central again.]

NII-SAN! NII-SAN WHERE ARE YOU?!?!

PRETTIES~

[like an incredibly bad parody of Mary Poppins, he's sitting on the fountain rim, crosslegged, frilly black umbrella shielding him from fountain splashing.]

So! So! Did the world end yet? Is it ending any-time soon? Shall I have to get to digging your graves? Shall I have to get to baking cookies? Tell me~ ♥

[Alphonse appears to be having a bit of trouble as he's wandering around Central. He's basically gasping for air as he's trying to pry the damn collar off because it's gotten a bit tighter. Oh.]

Stupid...stupid thing...

[He tugs at the collar, but it still doesn't come off. He doesn't even realize he's not at the island anymore because he's so ( Read more... )

Who avampirespride and amiablealchmist
Where The building they're staying at.

( something is amiss )

being a vampire isn't that bad after all.

I'm trying to get a good idea on who's all here. A number on how many, if you will. If you're willing, a little about your world.

I'll start.

Prince Ling Yao of Xing.

*It was a beautiful evening out. The city streets were partially empty because it's residents were returning back to their homes for the time being, calling it a night. Those silly mortals had schedules and regular day jobs so they had to get their rest in order to start a new day within a few hours. Pride and Alphonse (amiablealchmist), sat perched atop of a ( Read more... )

*Pride knew what he was doing. He ended up at the fake Central on purpose, unlike so many of it's current residents. His maker, Roy, had let him out of his sight for only a split second before he took off and just like that, he set out on his own. He knew full well that it was the wrong thing to do. Did he care? Not very likely. He was still going ( Read more... )

*The caravan is the last thing he remembers. He recalls sitting in it with his brother and a number of gypsies. He only closes his eyes for a second and when he opens them he's back in Central, but not the Central he knows. This fake Central*

NO...

Nii-San?

Nii-San where are you?!?!?!

[[OOC: Another Alphonse to add to the bunch. This one is ( Read more... )