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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!!

Comments

[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.]