for mayfield_rpg

[xerxesalchemist]

A. Action for housemates: [Congratulations. You're an adult female and suddenly have someone not a drone in your bed.

Or you're a kid in this house, and you've got a new dad wandering though the house, confused and in his pajamas.]

B. Action for anyone: [Is that Edward Elric, walking (slightly lost) down the street wearing some default adult male clothes? NOPE. Chuck Testa. Probably not, he's too thin, and the expression isn't right.]

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/flail

[equinamity]

[Oh hi Edward--]

[Oh hell no.]

[Yeah she recognizes you you son of a bitch since she had the lovely honor of spotting for her commanding officer.]

[You had better calm her down fast, because Riza is definitely aiming her gun at you and she will shoot you in about three seconds.]

[Maybe five. Start talking, HohoPapa.]

/scream /also oops slowly working on icons

[xerxesalchemist]

[Guess who doesn't know what a gun is. Spoilers it's this guy.

But he does recognize threatening body language when he sees it, and freezes.]

I didn't do it!

This by the way is totally because mun initially thought this was a Father post X_X Eye issues /roll

[equinamity]

Didn't do it!

[But Hawkeye is good enough at facial expression to see the man's genuine surprise. Mostly.]

[The gun stays aimed, eyes narrowed, and she shouts in response. Sorry man, Father almost killed her man commanding officer and you look a lot like him.]

Who are you?!

hahahaha nope hoho is scrawnier. also wow look at what happened when i renamed my icons

[xerxesalchemist]

[What he should say is his name. What comes out is, of course, his number.]

Number 23.

[And hands up, backing away.]

I swear I didn't do anything, miss! I just got here!

He is scrawnier, I just haven't had proper vision in one eye for a bit X_x; overexcite = assumption

[equinamity]

Number...23?

[Number?]

[Is he one of the numbered Fuhrer candidates?]

[No. That would make no sense; he wouldn't back off so easily if instigated if he were a candidate for Fuhrer. He would also probably be dead.]

["I just got here!"]

[Riza lowers her gun, almost sheepish. Almost.]

[Doesn't he look a bit like Edward, now that she isn't particularly concerned about potential murderous capabilities? She won't say anything this time since clearly assuming does bad things.]

My apologies. You look very similar to a very dangerous enemy from my home. I should not have jumped to conclusions.

[She reholsters her gun and bows politely.]

Please forgive me.

[ooc: Sorry for the slow reply! That eye problem sometimes keeps me off the computer for a while because the light is too bright X_x;]

now i want a Father in mayfield

[xerxesalchemist]

[He sighs. Wrong choice. He used the wrong 'name'.]

It's fine. I'm Van Hohenheim.

I don't. Riza will have a nervous breakdown. Every day. But it would be awesome.

[equinamity]

[She catches the sigh, but says nothing of it.]

It is a pleasure to meet you, Mr. Hohenheim. My name is Riza Hawkeye.