not necessarily looking for fights -- closed!

[fuckmyaltitude]

Who: fuckmyaltitude and his band risettebutton cardcrush showmeshinies.
What: Investigation of the giant magic wall discovered here.
Where: Gardens' subterranean network.
When: Backdated to Thursday (January 20), early AM hours.
Warnings: Men in tights. FMA spoilers?

Comments

So Ed wears the tights in this relationship? >:3

[showmeshinies]

[Finally free of this other obligations for the night, Jarlaxle heads to the appointed meeting place. It doesn't really bother him too much if he's kept anybody else waiting for too long. He hasn't told anyone about his trip there with Gromph yet either. It might affect the perception of the humans, after all, and they can't afford any errors.

Jarlaxle arrives to find Ed near nodding off and pauses to observe him for a moment - long enough to hope the boy's tiredness doesn't become a liability. He slinks into the shadows and appears silently at Edward's side.]

Have you been waiting long?

[He offers a friendly and disarming smile.]

uh, excuse me -- to my knowledge, all the merry men wear tights.

[fuckmyaltitude]

[ How that icon's even remotely friendly and disarming, Jarlaxle, I ask the audience. ]

Maybe an hour, almost?

[ Ed shrugs, yawns, stretches. Cracks both sets of fingers and tests the mobility of his metal ones; chilly nights can mess with the... circulation, if you will. Punctuates all the motions with a pointed glance to Jarlaxle. ]

Been creeping around tonight?

Jarlaxle is *not* one of your Merry Men. Go ask Roy to do it.

[showmeshinies]

[Alas, I have no friendly and disarming icons for him, so we shall have to use our imaginations.]

Why would I do something like that?

[The smile isn't friendly and disarming anymore, however. He flashes Ed a mischievous grin.]

Promenade is quiet tonight. I do believe this will be our best chance.