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Wrath slipped through one of the side doors of HQ, amethyst eyes scanning the halls for any sign of guards. Seemed like everyone in the entire state military (plus some) was already at the party. Wrath loved parties—but who the hell would invite a homunculus to a military party? (Least of all after a recent incident involving the Colonel and Wrath’s new pet kitten, Hoshi). The fore-mentioned kitten meowed as it followed at his owner’s feet. Hell, at least if the boy had a black cat he’d almost blend in with the party…

Fletcher looked around nervously, standing in the corner, and shuffling his feet. There were... so many people! He'd never really been to a party- or heard of Halloween- until it had been mentioned by Belsio just two weeks earlier. He hadn't any idea who, what, or how to make or wear a costume, so he figured he'd just go as himself.

Roy gently lay his face down flat against the cold wood of the table he was sitting at, fireman's hat slowly shifting off of his raven hair covered head. There were better things he could be doing tonight, rather then some party he attended alone to, but hey. If there was a chance to get drunk and loosen up once in a while, he'd take it.

Edward Elric brought himself to his full height, scanning the faces of the expansive number of people now pooling into the room. Cob webs hung from the ceiling in dark curtains- countless festive decorations scattered throughout the cramped area. He could have never imagined so many people to attend a party- then again, he hadn't been to many. Birthdays at the Rockbells didn't exactly count. He shifted white, plastic fangs in his mouth as the blonde vampire made a break for the candy dish.

Wrath poked his head into the main room, scanning the room and his eyes lit up in amazement. The whole room was decorated with an almost eerie overtone, and the boy felt almost at home here. Now if only he could find Sloth somewhere in this mass of military dogs. He tiptoed quietly through the crowd, Hoshi following loyally behind him all the way.

Fletcher, being pushed and shoved by a few adults, sidled quietly over to the small *BAR* counter towards the side of the room, scrambling up to one of the chairs nervously. Gosh- he didn't really know anyone here- or at least who he'd seen yet.

The contradictory fireman lifted his face from the tabletop and took a nice, long slurp of the alcoholic beverage that just happened to be in front of him. Shaking his black bangs from his dark eyes, he slipped the plastic red hat mockingly labeled "hero" on it and strode over to a pretty waitress that so happened to catch his eye.

Between servying the area for familiar faces and stuffing his face with various candies, Edward was beginning to wonder what had brought him to the party in the first place. It was rather dull; just a bunch of adults conversing about the weather...or politics... He sighed deeply and leaned against the table, tugging his cap from underneath his heels. The damned thing just had to be a few sizes too big...

"How many people are in this military?" Wrath wondered as he began shoving people out of his way beginning to get irritated. He stood up on his tiptoes and flicked his gaze around the room again. How was anyone supposed to find anyone else in this mass of military robots?? Wrath sighed as he bent down and scooped up the kitty into his arm continuing to wander through the room which was beginning to feel more and more claustrophobic by the minute.

Fletcher looked around nervously. He noticed a few people drinking "water"- he was a little thirsty. He asked for some of that, and turned around, suddenly noticing a familiar face. "W-wrath!" He called out, suddenly, waving, with a tiny smile.

Roy Mustang, keep in mind, was a man who could hold his alcohol. However, no matter who you were, you had a limit. As of now, as said colonel stumbled blindly through numerous dancers, had consumed quite a bit from his limit. He stumbled over someone's foot clumsily, muttering an apology before he realized just where he had grabbed on the woman to prevent his downfall. Although, it might be safe to say it would come sooner with her date's murderous glare.

The events unfolding at the party were really quite dull. Edward decided that it would be a while before the idiotic officers began wasting themselves with alcohol. That was definitely worth waiting for. A sudden, uncoordinated movement caught his eye as his gaze rested on the all too familiar face of Roy Mustang, who appeared to have just taken a spill. The boy scoffed, nearly choking on a candy resting in his mouth. Looks like a few of the officers were a little early..

"Wha--" Wrath turned around, hearing a familiar voice. He grinned excited and ran over, nearly tripping multiple times and stepping on countless people's feet. ”Fletcher!” he greeted finally reached the large counter the boy was sitting at. He jumped up into a seat beside the blond, ignoring the irritated look the man behind the counter shot him for placing Hoshi on the counter.

Description
Wrath slipped through one of the side doors of HQ, amethyst eyes scanning the halls for any sign of guards. Seemed like everyone in the entire state military (plus some) was already at the party. Wrath loved parties—but who the hell would invite a homunculus to a military party? (Least of all after a recent incident involving the Colonel and Wrath’s new pet kitten, Hoshi). The fore-mentioned kitten meowed as it followed at his owner’s feet. Hell, at least if the boy had a black cat he’d almost blend in with the party…

Fletcher looked around nervously, standing in the corner, and shuffling his feet. There were... so many people! He'd never really been to a party- or heard of Halloween- until it had been mentioned by Belsio just two weeks earlier. He hadn't any idea who, what, or how to make or wear a costume, so he figured he'd just go as himself.

Roy gently lay his face down flat against the cold wood of the table he was sitting at, fireman's hat slowly shifting off of his raven hair covered head. There were better things he could be doing tonight, rather then some party he attended alone to, but hey. If there was a chance to get drunk and loosen up once in a while, he'd take it.

Edward Elric brought himself to his full height, scanning the faces of the expansive number of people now pooling into the room. Cob webs hung from the ceiling in dark curtains- countless festive decorations scattered throughout the cramped area. He could have never imagined so many people to attend a party- then again, he hadn't been to many. Birthdays at the Rockbells didn't exactly count. He shifted white, plastic fangs in his mouth as the blonde vampire made a break for the candy dish.

Wrath poked his head into the main room, scanning the room and his eyes lit up in amazement. The whole room was decorated with an almost eerie overtone, and the boy felt almost at home here. Now if only he could find Sloth somewhere in this mass of military dogs. He tiptoed quietly through the crowd, Hoshi following loyally behind him all the way.

Fletcher, being pushed and shoved by a few adults, sidled quietly over to the small *BAR* counter towards the side of the room, scrambling up to one of the chairs nervously. Gosh- he didn't really know anyone here- or at least who he'd seen yet.

The contradictory fireman lifted his face from the tabletop and took a nice, long slurp of the alcoholic beverage that just happened to be in front of him. Shaking his black bangs from his dark eyes, he slipped the plastic red hat mockingly labeled "hero" on it and strode over to a pretty waitress that so happened to catch his eye.

Between servying the area for familiar faces and stuffing his face with various candies, Edward was beginning to wonder what had brought him to the party in the first place. It was rather dull; just a bunch of adults conversing about the weather...or politics... He sighed deeply and leaned against the table, tugging his cap from underneath his heels. The damned thing just had to be a few sizes too big...

"How many people are in this military?" Wrath wondered as he began shoving people out of his way beginning to get irritated. He stood up on his tiptoes and flicked his gaze around the room again. How was anyone supposed to find anyone else in this mass of military robots?? Wrath sighed as he bent down and scooped up the kitty into his arm continuing to wander through the room which was beginning to feel more and more claustrophobic by the minute.

Fletcher looked around nervously. He noticed a few people drinking "water"- he was a little thirsty. He asked for some of that, and turned around, suddenly noticing a familiar face. "W-wrath!" He called out, suddenly, waving, with a tiny smile.

Roy Mustang, keep in mind, was a man who could hold his alcohol. However, no matter who you were, you had a limit. As of now, as said colonel stumbled blindly through numerous dancers, had consumed quite a bit from his limit. He stumbled over someone's foot clumsily, muttering an apology before he realized just where he had grabbed on the woman to prevent his downfall. Although, it might be safe to say it would come sooner with her date's murderous glare.

The events unfolding at the party were really quite dull. Edward decided that it would be a while before the idiotic officers began wasting themselves with alcohol. That was definitely worth waiting for. A sudden, uncoordinated movement caught his eye as his gaze rested on the all too familiar face of Roy Mustang, who appeared to have just taken a spill. The boy scoffed, nearly choking on a candy resting in his mouth. Looks like a few of the officers were a little early..

"Wha--" Wrath turned around, hearing a familiar voice. He grinned excited and ran over, nearly tripping multiple times and stepping on countless people's feet. ”Fletcher!” he greeted finally reached the large counter the boy was sitting at. He jumped up into a seat beside the blond, ignoring the irritated look the man behind the counter shot him for placing Hoshi on the counter.