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unexculpable) wrote2011-11-17 11:38 pm
unexculpable) wrote2011-11-17 11:38 pm
➤ 5th Transmutation
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notalwystrthful「1652 Albright Lane ☼ Early Morning」
[Ed was actually on his way out, he never stayed at this house for too long. The only reason he came back at all was because he would be droned if he didn't sleep in here once every three days.
He took the stairs two at a time, pulling his hair back into a ponytail along the way. He didn't know if Lust was here and he didn't want to find out, he almost made it to the door, but something caught his eye. Leaning up against the wall was a fairly large box with his name on it, written in crisp, bold letters.
He couldn't think of anyone who would send him something and he knew that people often recieved things from home in the mail. Was that what it was? Was this something from home? It could be, but... maybe it was from Olivier? Some project she wanted him to work on? Or Diana? It could be materials for that... slime stuff they were working on for the trolls. There was only one way to find out.
Ed didn't take his time opening it, but maybe he should have. His eyes widened and he stood up on shaky feet, stumbling backwards until he slammed into the wall behind him.]
No. No, no, no, no. I don't want this damn it!
["Water, 35 liters. Carbon, 20 kilograms. Ammonia, 4 liters. Lime, 1.5 kilograms. Phosphorous, 800 grams. Salt, 250 grams. Saltpeter, 100 grams. Sulfur, 80 grams. Fluorine, 7.5, iron, 5, silicon, 3 grams, and trace amounts of 15 other elements."
He could see it all happening in his head. The voice, one he knew to be his own, was so clear. He could see himself and his brother standing next to the pile of ingredients. Everything they needed to create the body of an adult human being.
The brothers knelt down outside of the circle and with a nod of determination, they down and placed their hands on the carefully drawn lines of chalk.
Ed swallowed hard, unmoving, barely breathing as the circle lights up. A bright blue light engulfs their father's study. The light illuminates the boy's faces - grinning, hopeful expectant, excited. For a minute everything seems like it's going like it should. That changes fast.
Things that look like long, thin pitch black arms rise up from the circle, writhing and twisting in the air and in the very center of the circle an eye cracked open.
His stomach clenched and he gasped for breath, trying to hold back the scream that was trying to force it's way out. For a minute, he was able to hold it back, but that didn't last long. It was far too late to take this all back. Far too late to close the box and pretend this never happened. He stumbles forward and falls to his knees, his heart pounding in his chest. He could already feel it.
The light from the circle changes to a deep, piercing red. The hands that erupted from the ground surround the two small boys -- grabbing at them, pulling at them, tearing at them. Al screamed, terrified, tears streaming down his face, his hand stretched out reaching for his brother as he was torn to apart -- pleading, begging and disappearing piece by piece.
The scream clawed it's way out of his throat -- shrill and pained and terrified -- as his leg was ripped apart. Blood trickled onto the floor, quickly pooling under him. Ed's arms buckled and and fell flat on his stomach, coughing and choking, his throat already raw from his agonized screams.
He was alone again. No one was here to help him. He was alone and terrified and there was so much blood god there was so much blood.]
B. » Action「Around Town ☼ Evening」
[Those who know Ed, or at the very least have seen him around frequently, might notice something a bit... off about him. For one, he looks incredibly exhausted -- his face is pale and honestly he seems like he might be sick, but that isn't quite the case.
Upon closer inspection those with an observant eye will notice three other things, the first of which, and the most obvious, are the pair of white gloves he's wearing. It's been colder than this and so far Ed's never bothered to wear gloves. They're not even thick ones, so it would be safe to assume he's not wearing them to keep his hands warm. His right arm looks... different somehow. It's impossible to see why, the long sleeved shirt is doing a good job of covering everything up. And... is something wrong with his left leg? Is he limping?]
notalwystrthful「1652 Albright Lane ☼ Early Morning」[Ed was actually on his way out, he never stayed at this house for too long. The only reason he came back at all was because he would be droned if he didn't sleep in here once every three days.
He took the stairs two at a time, pulling his hair back into a ponytail along the way. He didn't know if Lust was here and he didn't want to find out, he almost made it to the door, but something caught his eye. Leaning up against the wall was a fairly large box with his name on it, written in crisp, bold letters.
He couldn't think of anyone who would send him something and he knew that people often recieved things from home in the mail. Was that what it was? Was this something from home? It could be, but... maybe it was from Olivier? Some project she wanted him to work on? Or Diana? It could be materials for that... slime stuff they were working on for the trolls. There was only one way to find out.
Ed didn't take his time opening it, but maybe he should have. His eyes widened and he stood up on shaky feet, stumbling backwards until he slammed into the wall behind him.]
No. No, no, no, no. I don't want this damn it!
["Water, 35 liters. Carbon, 20 kilograms. Ammonia, 4 liters. Lime, 1.5 kilograms. Phosphorous, 800 grams. Salt, 250 grams. Saltpeter, 100 grams. Sulfur, 80 grams. Fluorine, 7.5, iron, 5, silicon, 3 grams, and trace amounts of 15 other elements."
He could see it all happening in his head. The voice, one he knew to be his own, was so clear. He could see himself and his brother standing next to the pile of ingredients. Everything they needed to create the body of an adult human being.
The brothers knelt down outside of the circle and with a nod of determination, they down and placed their hands on the carefully drawn lines of chalk.
Ed swallowed hard, unmoving, barely breathing as the circle lights up. A bright blue light engulfs their father's study. The light illuminates the boy's faces - grinning, hopeful expectant, excited. For a minute everything seems like it's going like it should. That changes fast.
Things that look like long, thin pitch black arms rise up from the circle, writhing and twisting in the air and in the very center of the circle an eye cracked open.
His stomach clenched and he gasped for breath, trying to hold back the scream that was trying to force it's way out. For a minute, he was able to hold it back, but that didn't last long. It was far too late to take this all back. Far too late to close the box and pretend this never happened. He stumbles forward and falls to his knees, his heart pounding in his chest. He could already feel it.
The light from the circle changes to a deep, piercing red. The hands that erupted from the ground surround the two small boys -- grabbing at them, pulling at them, tearing at them. Al screamed, terrified, tears streaming down his face, his hand stretched out reaching for his brother as he was torn to apart -- pleading, begging and disappearing piece by piece.
The scream clawed it's way out of his throat -- shrill and pained and terrified -- as his leg was ripped apart. Blood trickled onto the floor, quickly pooling under him. Ed's arms buckled and and fell flat on his stomach, coughing and choking, his throat already raw from his agonized screams.
He was alone again. No one was here to help him. He was alone and terrified and there was so much blood god there was so much blood.]
B. » Action「Around Town ☼ Evening」
[Those who know Ed, or at the very least have seen him around frequently, might notice something a bit... off about him. For one, he looks incredibly exhausted -- his face is pale and honestly he seems like he might be sick, but that isn't quite the case.
Upon closer inspection those with an observant eye will notice three other things, the first of which, and the most obvious, are the pair of white gloves he's wearing. It's been colder than this and so far Ed's never bothered to wear gloves. They're not even thick ones, so it would be safe to assume he's not wearing them to keep his hands warm. His right arm looks... different somehow. It's impossible to see why, the long sleeved shirt is doing a good job of covering everything up. And... is something wrong with his left leg? Is he limping?]
Action ☆ Around Town
So unusual and uncanon of her!and she had to go check up on him.Fun fact: She had no idea where in the heck he lived.
So good thing Ed was wandering around. When Winry spots him from behind she hesitates. His shoulders looked different... and his leg... ]
N...no way it can't... Ed- EDWARD!
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It's not like he thought he'd be able to hide this from her, but still... he didn't want her to find out so soon and not like this. He'd hoped to be in better condition and not looking like hell warmed over.]
What... what are... is everything ok?
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Winry stops in front of him and, very gently, reached out to check his shoulder. If anyone knows how much new automail hurts, even without the gore, it's Winry. It only takes a very soft touch for her to know. ]
N-no way it--. Why?
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[He says like this makes everything better.]
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[ She wants to hug him so darn bad but he's stupid and might still be hurting. ]
Come on, I need to check your automail over. And we should get some oil tomorrow, okay...?
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... Like it's not a big deal? I can say it because it isn't. In the grand scheme of things, this is the least of my worries. Definitely isn't something to get upset about, Winry. It's fine. I'm fine.
[He rubs the back of his neck and nods] Yeah, we can do that. I figured you'd want to look it over anyway and for some reason moving my fingers is more difficult than it should be. Not sure if it's just me getting used to it again or if something busted...
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[ No more cooperative Winry... except yeah, okay, she's still there if he needs anything. She'll still follow him. And she won't hit him because she knows he's hurting. ]
How can you say it's not a big deal?! You jerk, you jerk, you jerk! I think it's a big deal! I was so glad that your arm was... do you think I keep your automail in shape so you can just accept everything that comes at you? You jerk! You stupid stupid-------
[ Oh, your fingers. Right. Cough. Bsns face. She calms down a bit, still upset. ] It might just be the connection. Come on... I'll take a look...
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Sorry, Winry. I didn't mean -- [to hurt you. again. to tear away that one moment of happiness. He lowers his eyes, nodding slowly.] Right, thanks.
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She gently takes his hand-- his flesh hand--- and gives it a gentle squeeze as she leads him to his house. ] I might need to buy supplies tomorrow, but I'll do a patch job tonight.
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I --
Thanks. I can get you whatever you need tomorrow.