[ listen. nobody likes being kidnapped. nobody likes being kidnapped when they're in the middle of something really, really important, as edward elric is always in fact in the middle of. edward's not the type to dilly dally too much no matter what kind of festival is going on, so he ignores the calls of the men trying to scam some poor sucker out of their money.

yeah. screw that. he wants answers, and he needs them now. like where is he, why the hell is he here, where the hell is his brother--

"aw, come on, kid! what's the matter! if you bring your mom or dad over, i'll let you throw for free!"

ah.

edward rounds on his heel with the impressive kind of motion that can only come from someone about to blow their gasket, turning around towards the gameskeeper throwing a ball up and down. ] Alright, that's it, you want me to knock over the bottles? I'll knock over the stupid bottles--

[ he's gonna snatch the ball right out of this guy's hand. in fact, he's going to clap his hands together first. he's looking vaguely manic.

please stop him before he destroys this entire stand. ]

[ come on, you know he's running around with the kids. ridiculous or not, competitive is edward elric's middle name, and the giggling children are taking absolute delight in watching this manic little man go chasing after them with his broom and his padded sword. ] Is that the best you've got!? C'mon!! En garde! I'll take you all on at once!!

[ with an appropriate "arrrrghhhh!!!", it's clear he's just fine horsing around. this has become a major game of tag, with ed ducking and dodging around kids and obviously having the time of his life.

he takes a whack to the knee and doubles over like he's been shot. the kid who hit him opens their mouth to proclaim their ultimate victory (in this serious game) and ed suddenly grins and knocks his hand on his metal knee.

clang, clang. ] Not today, kid! [ and he will now go tearing off like a bat out of hell after this child, waving his sword around and not really trying to actually hit them but making a total ruckus anyway. he'll let himself get caught eventually.

probably. ]

[ not really the type to believe in wishes, edward's leaning back against one of the stands and watching as the locals gather for their solemn lantern lighting ceremony, still holding a turkey leg in his metal hand and tugging the flesh off of it with his teeth.

this place's got weird lior vibes, just more...

nah. there's not a chance in hell there's a damn thing in this bizarre festival that's actually "magical". in typical elric fashion, edward's not about to let anyone get away with conning with alchemy, which means after his long moment of observation, he pushes off of the wall and turns away, back towards the festival.

and goes to snoop. there's got to be some kind of mastermind behind this. expect him accidentally in any place he absolutely should not be in, poking around and looking for the proverbial man behind the curtain. magic. feh. ]