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[jammingwith]

WHOA.

[Ed's sitting upside-down on a bench somewhere]

EVERYTHING CHAAAAANGED.

It's all... SO DIFFERENT.

[Waaaaait a second...]

But waaaait... [she topples off of the bench and looks around, right-side up, this time]

NOW ED KNOWS... actually no, she doesn't. [sadface, :(]

[yeah, that sadface didn't last for very long.] HELLOOOOOO, FRIENDS. EDWARD IS VERY PLEASED TO MEET EVERYONE!!

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[timeforjam.livejournal.com]

[Wide-eyed, she looks at Axel hesitantly, because hey, since when could anyone ever touch fire? But also, magic. So she shrugs and reaches out... and when she makes contact she breaks out into a smile of pure, unadulterated joy.]

[a-ccidentalism.livejournal.com]

I get the strangest feeling that you're having fun.

[timeforjam.livejournal.com]

[Quietly. Still kind of in awe of touching the firebirds.]

Maybe.

[a-ccidentalism.livejournal.com]

Maybe they'll let you keep them.

[timeforjam.livejournal.com]

Really? Do you think so?

[a-ccidentalism.livejournal.com]

Sure, why not.

[timeforjam.livejournal.com]

[Happy grin! She takes one of the birds into her hands and asks very politely. :)] Would you like to stay with Ed, pretty fire birdie?

[a-ccidentalism.livejournal.com]

[the bird nods and quickly flaps its wings before settling down quietly in Ed's hands. Axel actually isn't controlling the bird at this point; it's more like he's given this little part of the element he controls a limited sentience.]

[timeforjam.livejournal.com]

[Ed's grin is huge. :D] Yay! What should Ed name you?

[a-ccidentalism.livejournal.com]

I don't think it can talk, Ed.

[timeforjam.livejournal.com]

Oh. Well, Ed thinks that you should be naaaaaaamed... Richard Van Howard Ignatius Carlyle Pinkman Albert. Ricky for short. [She touches the bird on the nose as if knighting it.]