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  <pubDate>Fri, 16 Mar 2007 04:02:06 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>((dramadramaduck, rl, during body switch))</title>
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  <description>&lt;a name=&quot;cutid1&quot;&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Envy could feel that foreign, &lt;i&gt;human&lt;/i&gt; skin on him as he stood in the heart of Central. The humans that bustled around him, the heart that beat in his chest, all of it was so strange, so unfamiliar. Envy avoided humans. They were disgusting, ugly, and smelled like shit. Horrible, disgusting, &lt;i&gt;revolting&lt;/i&gt;, even. But Envy did not allow his disgust to betray his disguise. This was like any other transformation. He was playing a part in a grand &quot;play&quot;, almost. He was the FullMetal shrimp, out to make a quick phone call while out in the town. Just a quick hello to a childhood friend, who probably missed Edward somewhat. He was playing the part of a child who was trying to grow up too fast. Yet, for once, he couldn&apos;t take the mask off. The stone was gone, and based on what he had seen, Edward had his body.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&quot;&lt;i&gt;Fine&lt;/i&gt;,&quot; Envy thought as he carefully pushed his way through the crowd, &quot;&lt;i&gt;Just fine. If he wants to destroy that body, he can. He won&apos;t be able to take that stone, and I&apos;ll just wait. So...I&apos;ll at least take this chance.&lt;/i&gt;&quot;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Envy could cause trouble. He could have the Fullmetal brat start a civil war if he wanted. But no...no, that would kill him. Envy wanted him to suffer. He wanted him to feel pain for the rests of his life. Such was the nature of homunculi. They are creatures of malice, with no intents but servitude to that being known as Father, or their own desires. Of course, Envy loved to destroy humans. Not physically, persay, but mentally. More than once, in previous decades, had he taken to a young man or woman before he took their life away from them. Oh, how delightful it was to see that woman hang herself. Or maybe, even more fond a memory, of when the man who had slit his wrists saw his own face changing into Envy&apos;s before he died. Such sweet memories they were. It was a gradual breakdown into a human&apos;s very core, the sins that made them up. There was the husband that ran away with his wife&apos;s best friend (Lust), the woman who grew jealous (Envy), her own foundations shaken as even her child was taken away (Pride), her desire for her life back (Greed), her rage taken through a butcher knife (Wrath), her lethargy after the murder (Sloth), her increased eating as the guilt ate away at her heart (Gluttony), and finally, her sins consumed her. Envy was there to watch as she hung from that ceiling. My, he never had felt such a triumphant moment since then. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Envy&apos;s fingers wrapped around the small black book, twirling it in his hand idly. Edward, what a fool he was. Sure, he could code words effectively, but numbers...ah, you never saw a point to encode her name, did you, Edward? Winry. Winry Rockbell. The childhood friend and girl next door. Oh, she really was a good starting point. Envy would still nod politely, if not stiffly, as he made his way to his destination. Disgusting humans and their relationships...It was sickening. But Envy hadn&apos;t set out with the purpose of killing just any human in any way. Everything was planned. Everything was calculated. And as he stepped in front of that familiar red phone booth where he had killed Maes Hughes with the guise of his loving wife, he knew another word. &lt;i&gt;Perfect&lt;/i&gt;. He stepped inside and popped open the book to the page he had so carefully memorized already, but still, he had to appear to be a normal military brat. So he dialed the number slowly, absolutely savoring it as his mind filled with the ideas of the chaos he would cause. The phone rang, once, twice, before a young teenage girl&apos;s voice declared its greeting and the business name. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&quot;Hey Winry! I was just calling to check on something...&quot;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so the play began.</description>
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  <pubDate>Fri, 09 Mar 2007 18:11:15 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>OOC</title>
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  <description>Well, since the cast of FMA is switching over to manga canon, then I&apos;ll just switch from mixed to manga as to prevent unnecessary confusion. As such, anything Envy has mentioned in anime canon, Hohenheim and Dante specifically, is not true. Either disregard anything that happened, or just assume that he was lying. Which really works just fine too.</description>
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  <pubDate>Fri, 19 Jan 2007 05:29:00 GMT</pubDate>
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  <description>...Writing, huh? Tch. That&apos;d be a complete waste of time anyways. I don&apos;t have anything I could write that&apos;s worth reading.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I don&apos;t feel so bored anymore, I guess. I should ask her if I could just go get a book or something else. I have a feeling that it may be a while before I get to actually go out and do something. Central is still investigating that alchemist&apos;s murder. Seems like he was more well-known than I thought. Oh well, if anything, I&apos;ll be more active on that community some more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Though...unfortunately, Roxas is boring now. Maybe I can pick on some of his friends. &amp;hearts;&lt;br /&gt;Or maybe just keep picking on Ed. By the way, you have to be at least 5 feet tall to read this post. No children or Edwards please. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder when I&apos;ll get to meet that Superior guy, though. I hope soon. I hate being stuck here.</description>
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  <pubDate>Sun, 24 Dec 2006 01:46:13 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>[RL // Locked to World Hoppers (post feather fight)t]</title>
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  <description>-Envy was glad that Dante was out doing...well, whatever. Maybe getting a new body? Who knew? Envy didn&apos;t care about that, or at least not then. He had to prepare for his honoured guest if he were to come shortly. Intruders weren&apos;t wanted, especially now. It wasn&apos;t often that Envy even agreed to meet anyone. But Roxas had doubt. He wasn&apos;t sure what he wanted. Envy could use that. He held no grudge against him, or any of the other members for that matter, but being manipulative was part of his nature too. He didn&apos;t care who a person was. He would try to break them and their beliefs. It was absolutely delightful to watch. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He came into the room that usually served as Dante&apos;s &quot;office&quot; and drew the curtains before glancing outside for anyone that might be around. Once he saw it suitable he sat in the comfortable chair and took a book of Dante&apos;s notes casually. Maybe she&apos;d written something new by now.-</description>
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