...So what exactly was that Valentines Day, anyway? I got a letter and candy from Greed and Giovanni...but they're gone away.

Greed really really left, because he gave his bar to that one kid he called puppy. And now that MakubeX left Edward took over the general store. I don't see as many people working there anymore, but that's alright ( Read more... )

Even the gods don't want to stay here. Heh.

Snow makes my automail kind of sore. It's too cold...but it's fun to play in all the same.

Edward, come outside with me soon, alright? You too Roxas. I want to play.

-Wrath's voice is soft, as if he's sick, and having trouble articulating. He sighs, leaning against the terminal, his voice somewhat muffled-

...I don't...feel well.

Edward, it's all wrong. Wrong and dark and empty. Everything feels wrong and...different.

...I don't like this anymore. I want to go back home. I want my mother.

-a soft groan and ( Read more... )

How come the red won't stop...it won't come off!

And why is my name on my forehead now? EDWARD!

I don't understand and it WON'T GO AWAY!

-For a few moments, there's simply the sound of him breathing, and metal fingers drumming over the terminal's edge as he thinks of what to say before simply choosing to be blunt. Wrath's voice is soft, tense, and just a little hoarse, as if he's been screaming or crying for awhile and only recently calmed down. -

It's not fair. And I know that ( Read more... )

Edward! EDWARD! You wanted to see what Gluttony looked like when we died, right? Well I drew a picture on here so you could see it!

-She grunts softly as she tries to get the picture to show up before letting out a victorious yelp-

Here! Look! SEE! I drew me and Gluttony!

( Anyone can see this, it's just hidden behind a cut|Spoilerish? )

H...huh...what...

-The silence is broken by a single sound. One long, angry, confused and thoroughly FRIGHTENED girlish scream-

EEEEEDDWAAAAARD!

I like the Upper Level a lot! Our house is much better. Edward wants me to try to be more careful when I get angry...so I'll try not to destroy this house...

Huh...do you need more guarding of...stuff, Makubex? I can help more or work more. There isn't much else to do, except play with Edward, and he works too.

-The microphone clicks on and Wrath can be heard breathing softly, seemingly contemplating what he's about to say before actually speaking. His voice is soft at first, determined.-

Whoever it is that shot my Edward. Is going to die. Slowly. I want to know who did it, because if you don't tell me, I'll just find out anyway. And I'll do worse to ( Read more... )