➤ 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?]
Nope. Nothing.
Date: 2011-11-18 05:53 am (UTC)I've been better, but yeah, I'm ok.
/headpats slowly...
Date: 2011-11-18 05:55 am (UTC)...Did... someone hurt you?
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Date: 2011-11-18 06:01 am (UTC)No, nothing like that. Mayfield decided to give me something back from home this morning, that's all. [PHYSICAL AND PSYCHOLOGICAL TRAUMA. IT AIN'T NO THANG.]
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Date: 2011-11-18 06:04 am (UTC)ugh. his distaste for this town is rising, and he exhales a sigh.]
...I'm sorry. [for once, there's nothing teasing or vacant in it.] It... doesn't look like it was something pleasant.
Are you sure you're okay to be out and about...? You don't seem well at all, Edward. [and he doesn't just mean physically. you've got that... look in your eyes. ;;]
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Date: 2011-11-18 06:11 am (UTC)Yeah, I'll be fine. I didn't want to just sit in the house and I... I really needed to stretch and walk around for a bit.
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Date: 2011-11-18 06:14 am (UTC)[he can understand, he thinks. the need to get some fresh air, at least, if not the rest... he's in the dark about that, anyway ;(
but he gestures the way he'd been going.]
Do you want some company...? Or is this the kind of walk you'd prefer to be having alone? I won't mind either way, Ed, so... [tell him to fuck off at your leisure and he will ;; HE GETS IT.]
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Date: 2011-11-18 06:22 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2011-11-18 06:25 am (UTC)he'll let him set the pace, then...]
Alright... then, I'm here long as you can put up with me this time, eh...?
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Date: 2011-11-18 06:33 am (UTC)As long as you don't pinch my cheeks again everything'll be fine.
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Date: 2011-11-18 06:34 am (UTC)[okay so many SOME idiocy is necessary. you're looking glum and maybe it'll cheer you up, WHO KNOWS...]
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Date: 2011-11-19 03:45 am (UTC)Yeah? Well then, let's see what you've got.
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Date: 2011-11-21 03:07 am (UTC)Knew you didn't have it in you. [just calling your bluff, man. c:]
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Date: 2011-11-22 03:28 am (UTC)Honestly... if I were a lesser man, I might be goaded into proving you wrong with an attitude like that...
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Date: 2011-11-22 04:03 am (UTC)Please, you wouldn't stand a chance.
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Date: 2011-11-22 05:30 am (UTC)It's been a long time since I've had a good fight.
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Date: 2011-11-22 05:38 am (UTC)From the looks of things, that might be a blessing right about now, my friend...
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Date: 2011-11-23 05:55 am (UTC)Yeah, yeah. You're right.
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