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dizzy_landIt's a dragon that comes through the gate, a long, Chinese dragon, but almost as soon as he gets out, he transforms.
Though he looks somewhat confused, the skinny man with the long, long hair doesn't look bothered by the fact that he just came out of a gate into a place he's never heard of before. He remembered going through the gate in his own world, and he had been deposited here. Clearly, it was just the other side of the gate.
Mickey coughs theatrically. "'What is your name?'"
He eyes the mouse, somewhat amused. This certainly is not what he expected to be on the other side of the gate. "My name is Envy," he says, gesturing to himself in an almost feminine way.
"What is your quest?" asks the Cat. It's perched, suddenly, on the roof of one of the gate-stiles.
"To kill That Bastard," Envy says easily.
"'What is the average w..?'" Mickey frowns down at the notebook. "You know, I don't really see why that's important." He flips a page. "'If you could be granted three wishes, what would they be?'"
"Or," the Cat says, examining its tail with interest, "if you were a genie and someone you were trying to
give three wishes to was trying to trick you into giving him more, what would you say?"
"To kill the shirmp," he says, counting it off on his fingers as he goes. "To kill That Bastard." He smirks. "And for more wishes."
Mickey looks rather nonplused at the next, but reads, "'When the revolution comes, what skills will you be able to barter for food?'"
"I don't need to eat," it was something he liked to do, but by no means did he have to do it. He couldn't die, after all. "So I wouldn't need to interact with disgusting humans." He wondered, vaguely, if there were even any humans on this side of the gate. Then he realized there must be, surely Edward would have mentioned it.
The Cat rolls its eyes in a friendly (and rather disconcertingly out-of-sync) way, and asks, "Milk, dark, or white chocolate?"
"Milk," Envy says, cheerfully. He does like chocolate. One of the only things humans did right.
"'Choose the two coolest: robots, pirates, fairies, bears, ninjas, monkeys, vampires, or humans,'" says Mickey, giggling a bit as he goes through the list. "'Explain.'"
He raises an eyebrow, shooting an amused look at Mickey. "Bears and vampires, I suppose." He shrugs. "No real reason. The lesser of eight evils, if you will."
"Great!" Mickey flips through the blank pages of the notebook at top, cartoon-y speed. "Well, I think that's just about it! Oh, and I'm supposed to ask, 'for your safety: are you carrying anything sharp?'"
Envy shrugs, then flicks his hair. "Nope, 'fraid not." He shoots an almost boyish smile.
((Envy from the anime of FMA. Slightly less psychotic than he was at the end of the anime, pre-movie. And if I slip into manga-Envy occasionally, I'm sorry. ._.;))
Though he looks somewhat confused, the skinny man with the long, long hair doesn't look bothered by the fact that he just came out of a gate into a place he's never heard of before. He remembered going through the gate in his own world, and he had been deposited here. Clearly, it was just the other side of the gate.
Mickey coughs theatrically. "'What is your name?'"
He eyes the mouse, somewhat amused. This certainly is not what he expected to be on the other side of the gate. "My name is Envy," he says, gesturing to himself in an almost feminine way.
"What is your quest?" asks the Cat. It's perched, suddenly, on the roof of one of the gate-stiles.
"To kill That Bastard," Envy says easily.
"'What is the average w..?'" Mickey frowns down at the notebook. "You know, I don't really see why that's important." He flips a page. "'If you could be granted three wishes, what would they be?'"
"Or," the Cat says, examining its tail with interest, "if you were a genie and someone you were trying to
give three wishes to was trying to trick you into giving him more, what would you say?"
"To kill the shirmp," he says, counting it off on his fingers as he goes. "To kill That Bastard." He smirks. "And for more wishes."
Mickey looks rather nonplused at the next, but reads, "'When the revolution comes, what skills will you be able to barter for food?'"
"I don't need to eat," it was something he liked to do, but by no means did he have to do it. He couldn't die, after all. "So I wouldn't need to interact with disgusting humans." He wondered, vaguely, if there were even any humans on this side of the gate. Then he realized there must be, surely Edward would have mentioned it.
The Cat rolls its eyes in a friendly (and rather disconcertingly out-of-sync) way, and asks, "Milk, dark, or white chocolate?"
"Milk," Envy says, cheerfully. He does like chocolate. One of the only things humans did right.
"'Choose the two coolest: robots, pirates, fairies, bears, ninjas, monkeys, vampires, or humans,'" says Mickey, giggling a bit as he goes through the list. "'Explain.'"
He raises an eyebrow, shooting an amused look at Mickey. "Bears and vampires, I suppose." He shrugs. "No real reason. The lesser of eight evils, if you will."
"Great!" Mickey flips through the blank pages of the notebook at top, cartoon-y speed. "Well, I think that's just about it! Oh, and I'm supposed to ask, 'for your safety: are you carrying anything sharp?'"
Envy shrugs, then flicks his hair. "Nope, 'fraid not." He shoots an almost boyish smile.
((Envy from the anime of FMA. Slightly less psychotic than he was at the end of the anime, pre-movie. And if I slip into manga-Envy occasionally, I'm sorry. ._.;))
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