➤ 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?]
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Date: 2011-12-07 06:05 am (UTC)[heh. what? he can't let the conversation get too serious; it's obvious you might be allowed to slip into a gloomy mood, and he can't have that.]
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Date: 2011-12-07 06:10 am (UTC)Shut up! [grumbling] Stupid bastard the hell do you know?
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Date: 2011-12-07 06:15 am (UTC)[twins, and all that.
he's shoving lightly at his face to get him to sit still and recline in the chair. just let papa Abel fix you up okay. the least he can do is stop the bleeding and prevent infection... and resist the urge to investigate the interesting mechanism you're sporting.]
...I think this needs some adjustments. It was probably inserted suddenly, right? If Winry knows something about this, I would see her sooner than later, Edward.
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Date: 2011-12-07 06:23 am (UTC)[More grumbling, but he obliges nonetheless. For now. Ed's not very good at sitting still for long periods of time.
He grimaces at the all too recent memory. Suddenly is one way to put it.]
Yeah, it was. Winry's actually my mechanic. She's the one who made these for me, so she'll be able to fix it up in no time. I'll go see her in the morning.
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Date: 2011-12-07 06:27 am (UTC)[shut up he will look out for you whether you like it or not. :|]
You've overexerted yourself... so, you should stay off your feet til then.
[getting some gauze out!] You're more than welcome to stay here til morning. I can't imagine the cold feels particularly good right now. [cold, metal, and open wounds? ouch.]
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Date: 2011-12-07 06:54 am (UTC)[He runs a hand through his hair, biting his lip] I don't want to ruin it. She'll just start crying again and I'm sick of being the one who makes her cry.
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Date: 2011-12-07 06:57 am (UTC)...No... making a cute girl cry is an absolute sin, you know that? Especially one who cares about you so much.
[yeah, yeah, he knows you don't like the headpats-- so have a lightly teasing hair ruffle instead.]
But... at least she got to see you all flesh and blood like 'a real boy,' ah, Ed? [poor kiddo.]
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Date: 2011-12-07 07:16 am (UTC)Yeah, there's that at least.
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Date: 2011-12-07 07:20 am (UTC)This place can be exceptional cruel to us, but...
[wrappin' a wrap...]
It has its blessings, too. Just hold onto those, Edward.
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Date: 2011-12-07 07:28 am (UTC)... My mom showed up yesterday.
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Date: 2011-12-07 07:32 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2011-12-07 07:37 am (UTC)She lives right down the street, actually. She... she died twelve years ago.
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Date: 2011-12-07 07:39 am (UTC). . .]
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Date: 2011-12-07 07:40 am (UTC)ed he's going to stop talking to you your life is depressing gawd...
gently resting his hand on his good shoulder ;;]
I'm-- [sorry? no, that's...] Are you... okay?
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Date: 2011-12-07 07:52 am (UTC)Mostly. Still trying to wrap my head around it.
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Date: 2011-12-07 07:55 am (UTC)...This... has to be a lot to take in; I can imagine...
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Date: 2011-12-07 09:33 pm (UTC)Heh, yeah. You could say that. She... she doesn't know about this. She died years before it happened.
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Date: 2011-12-08 04:33 am (UTC)Are you going to tell her? I imagine... this kind of thing... won't be easy to hide.
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Date: 2011-12-08 04:42 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2011-12-08 04:55 am (UTC)it hadn't gone particularly well, when he'd had to tell Cain what laid in the future. he wonders... how bad it would be, for Ed... he prays not too difficult.
finishing his task at patching the boy up, he starts tucking things away.]
...I'm sorry I can't be any relief of your burden, Edward, but... for what little it's worth...
I'm very glad you get this second chance, even if it's painful.