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[milkisgross]

Character(s): Edward Elric and anyone who wants to troll meet him.
Content: Ed arrives in Paixao
Setting: Muspelheim and the surrounding area.
Time: Afternoon.
Warnings: Ed's not very happy...

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[burningamour]

“You need not shout, Monsieur.” A soft but heavily accented voice said from behind the alchemist. “Should you be in need of assistance you need only ask.” With such poor manners the boy was sure to detour help rather than attract it. His shouting appeared to have already caused the citizens in the area to give him a wide berth. Had Lumiere not acknowledged the boy, the citizen holding him surely would have walked past Edward as well. But, unlike the others, the said candelabra was unaffected by the alchemists temper. Compared to the Beast’s the boy’s outburst was a mere sneeze

[milkisgross]

Ed turned around and faced the citizen, wondering why he was holding a lit candelabra in the middle of the day, but not questioning it. He had more important questions.

But then...the voice spoke again, and the man in front of his never moved his lips. It was coming...from the candle?!

Ed's jaw dropped. No. No no no no no no no. Looks like he really did pass out, and this was some sort of very strange bad dream. Though, maybe he should be thankful his dream was like this instead of the usual one he had...

"Looks like it. Mind waking me up? I'm not saying this dream is too bad or anything, but I've got a lot of stuff to take care of."

[burningamour]

Lumiere chuckled, choosing to ignore the obvious reasons behind Edward’s words. “I too fear it may be, but you must know, this is no dream, Monsieur. This city is as very much real as you or I. I would pinch you to prove so, however I cannot see that going well.” At this, he raised the two candles which served in place of hands, as though to prove a point. He had no desire to burn this poor boys clothes. Such thing would have just come across as rude. Besides, there was no point in angering him any further

[milkisgross]

Ed was pinching himself instead. He was talking to a candle, and it was talking back. Why could he feel pain?! This had to be a dream!!

He was still looking down at the damned thing, hearing it talk, but not really comprehending what it said. The only thing Ed understood was that no one knew how to leave the city. And that he was still talking to a talking candle.

"What the hell are you?!"

[burningamour]

“I am a Frenchmen.”

If Lumiere had been taken aback by Edwards’s question he had showed no sign of it. His voice was smooth as ever without the slightest hesitation between words. But, regardless of his response, Lumiere had known well enough what the alchemist had truly meant. He had spent years asking himself that very question, all the while trying to convince the rest of the castle staff that they still held their humanity. Yes, he was a candelabra but he was still a Frenchmen; a Frenchmen and a gentleman. Regardless of his appearance, that would never change.

“Ah, but where are my manners? Why, I have yet to introduce myself. My apologies, jeune garcon, I had completely forgotten. I am Lumiere. Je t'en prie!” Offering Edward a warm and welcoming smile, he gave a small bow before him. “That is to say, it is pleasure to meet you, Monsieur.” He added before straightening himself again.