#edward 01

it’s been a while since dafne drank like this. the closest she can think of is one too many bottles of wine with dita on a veranda in summer. suffice to say, courtesy of the open bar dafne is well on her way to tipsy, if not a few steps further than that. for now she’s perched against a far wall, content to people watch and vaguely attempt conversation with whoever might be near.

“does it ever get boring?” she turns to the security agent beside her, no doubt used to drunk guests starting strange, idle chatter. “standing here like this, just waiting?”

“You’re really gonna want to get away,” she asserted, one hand thrown out to her side to keep the metal-limbed stranger from walking forward.  “Unless you’ve got something serious to fight with, you’re going to have a bad time with her.”

Even Toph, with the limited bending this place allowed for, wasn’t sure she’d be able to hold her off very long- even if she had the rest of her friends with her, it wasn’t a certain thing.  The her she spoke of stood just within eyesight amid the thick mist surrounding them, watching the pair with narrowed, dangerous eyes, a smirk of confidence and an unsettling levity on her face.

“Already found new friends to try and protect, little girl?”  Her tone was dripping with condescension and an air of cruelty.  “Luckily for you, I’m not interested in him.  Nor you, really.  Who knows?  Perhaps you can just tell me where the Avatar is and I’ll be on my merry way.”

Though he had been mostly occupying himself with trying to make a robot for this fighting competition, Lloyd caught the eye of a rather curious looking boy glancing over at various work tables as he made his way along the area. The brunette had no idea if this kid had any experience building anything like this, but there was no harm in trying to find out, right? Besides, it would’ve been way more fun to do this with someone else!

“This sounds like tons of fun, right? Why don’t we team up? We could probably build something really great together and win this thing!”

       LOST and confused, the young prince found nothing to be similar to the wildness that was Amestris. No military officers to stop him from his travels made it almost too easy, Ling began to wonder if he truly was kidnapped. Luckily, Sector 004 was a bit more homely for the Xingese. Lacking the buildings, people, and everything else that was familiar. But it will do for now. He wasn’t the only one that took interest in the area, a very familiar alchemist had also found himself wandering at the little stalls. 

     Asriel’s brow rose in curiosity as Edward continued. His head turned away from the leaf and to the pale skin of the vampire. His words were simple, and even in this, in confused him. Asriel knew nothing of the God many humans believed in until he came to the city. After some research and reading he found out more. He read much of this Bible people always refereed to and it just puzzled him. There were so many contradictions and big words he couldn’t understand. Religion and gods were so much more complicated than he thought. Human culture was so strange and so delicate.

     Destiny and fate always seemed to tie into this. Humans, or at least those that lived on the surface, were always picking apart their lives to find the meaning. Asriel would never get in the way of that if it brought them happiness. He just had a hard time understanding. Maybe Edward could teach him a little bit. 

“They just are...”

     “Like coming to the city,” he mused, “Do you think the scientists are Gods, then? Or collectively one God? Or just his creations?”

     God was pretty sick if he created the scientists. 

     “I don’t want to trust anyone that created... This.” He flung his arms up vaguely, referring to the whole simulation they were living in. “Maybe God doesn’t even control this. His creations were flawed,” Asriel was a flawed creation himself, he understood, “But if he can control this, why doesn’t he get us out? And if he can’t control all of this, who makes his destiny? And why is he so... Mean?”

     Asriel knew why a God would be so cruel. He had seen it with his own eyes, committed the acts with his own hands. Someone with god like power, someone who sees everything, someone who can manipulate in one way or another. He couldn’t imagine anyone TRUSTING or LOVING a GOD other than out of fear. A God, and not just the God, would have to get tired of the same thing every time. 

     “Although... I guess even a GOD gets bored eventually.”

[He’s not really even paying attention to anyone who might be near him, because he’s occupied with looking up. and up.]

    See, here’s the thing: it is not good or healthy or appropriate to spy on people who are just trying to go about their normal everyday lives. That much was a given. Who just spies on people? No one. That’s just creepy.

    Though he isn’t entirely a person, Dipper would argue, if he had someone to argue that with.

    Well, at least he thought the guy wasn’t entirely a person.

    Aliens and monsters and supernatural creatures were nothing new to him, nor were they new to this city. He’d run into more of these in Hive City than he had in that summer prior, and they were generally considered more commonplace in this multi-dimensional crossroads. But still, if there was ever a threat of someone he knew getting hurt by something he could prevent, Dipper found it was his job to, well, prevent it.