[Frowns a little, eyeing the large map again.] Of course it doesn't -- but it's not like they're careless enough to just leave an answer like that lying around, either. If we want a way out, we'll need to bargain. Which means figuring out what the hell they're after in the first place.
[SNOOOOZE. Someone is sleeping in one corner of the museum. In the dark. Let's forward date this to Riful having just eaten someone and is now very full, too damn lazy to go back to the high school, and so food coma-ing in the museum, where she's never really bothered to explore before.]
[AHAHA YEAH. XD ARE YOU HAPPY YOU FINALLY FOUND SOMEONE SHORTER THAN YOU, SHRIMP?
Annnd she's not a very heavy sleeper so blinking up at Edward now, and making a face before the brain catches up and she remembers she needs to play nice.]
[comment log]papahohoNovember 10 2009, 03:46:20 UTC
[Don't mind him, Edward. Hohenheim is content to sit on the floor with several books piled nearby.
Actually, the man appears to be completely unaware of his surroundings; thoughtful, chin in hand, and all too comfortable. He's so comfortable and unaware that it seems inconsequential to him to stretch his legs out near Edward and lean back against the wall, his eyes pouring over a book.]
[comment log]priceoftruthNovember 10 2009, 03:51:35 UTC
[Oh, he won't. He'll just look through his journal at the notes, because something's been bugging him about--
...Oh. Hello, feet stretched out right the hell in front of him. After a second, he's faceplanted on the ground, nose in his journal, and extremely not happy.]
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What are you doing?
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[She leans on the wall.]
It's all too dated.
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Guess who also isn't watching where they're going either?
If you guessed Reno, you win! Your prize is being walked straight into right
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Now.]
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Especially when this museum is fucked up enough that it kind of creeps him out.
And it's dark.
And very very quiet.
He jumps about a foot in the air when Reno runs right the hell over into him and curses.]
Shit--! What the-- ...Reno?!
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-- I mean.
Totally didn't freak and start waving his EMR about or anything. Nope.]
--Ed? [Ahem.] Didn't think anyone else was here.
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...Ahem.]
Hell... Same here. [...] Find anything interesting?
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The hell-- ...Riful? You all right?
[Obviously he doesn't quite get the idea that if someone else is sleeping, they wouldn't want to be woken up any more than he would.]
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Annnd she's not a very heavy sleeper so blinking up at Edward now, and making a face before the brain catches up and she remembers she needs to play nice.]
Was that really necessary?
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He glances down at her with a lifted eyebrow.]
Tch-- you see someone passed out on the floor of the museum, what the hell are you supposed to think? It's not exactly an ideal spot for a nap.
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Actually, the man appears to be completely unaware of his surroundings; thoughtful, chin in hand, and all too comfortable. He's so comfortable and unaware that it seems inconsequential to him to stretch his legs out near Edward and lean back against the wall, his eyes pouring over a book.]
... I see...
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...Oh. Hello, feet stretched out right the hell in front of him. After a second, he's faceplanted on the ground, nose in his journal, and extremely not happy.]
The hell--?!
[...Oh. It's you. >|]
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Oh! Hi son!]
You should be more careful. Are you hurt?
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...No, but really, Ed will just glare for a minute because he tripped because of you. Yes, it's totally irrational. No, he totally doesn't care.]
Be more careful, he says-- Hell no I'm not!
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