How's my Ed? Love him? Hate him? Somewhere between the two?

Well, I would love if you would give me your thoughts! Honest critique is greatly appreciated. Let me know how I'm doing. Anonymous commenting is on, IP logging is off.

A. » Action「1652 Albright Lane ☼ Morning」

[The hell is this bullshit on the TV? That dream... it was real? Mayfield what the hell did you do?.]

B. » Action「Around Town」

[The power was off and the phone was dead so the only thing to do was get out of the house and go tell everyone in person that he was very much still here. If he knows you well, chances are he'll be at your doorstep in no time at all.

If you happen to be out of the house when he shows up, don't worry, he'll be walking around all day. You'll be able to run into him just about anywhere!]

A. » Action/Locked to 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?]

A. » Action「Mayfield High School Classrooms ☼ Morning - Lunch」

[In hindsight, Ed should have planned for this in advance,.he last place he wanted to be today was here. Out of all the days, it had to be this one., but if he didn't show up today he'd get droned and he is never letting that happen again. Ever.

3. October. 11. Never Forget.

What does this mean for Mayfield? Ed is grumpy as hell. Are you a teacher? Is he in your class? You'll find that he's more snappy, argumentative, and disruptive than normal. You might find a ball of paper getting tossed at you (especially if you're Eddie) when you're not paying attention. He might not even be in his desk, he could be wandering around the classroom. Perhaps pulling books off the shelves and flipping through them for lack of anything else to do, not bothering to hide his disgust at the poor quality of the textbooks -- this math was way too easy, he was reading books like this when he was three, why the hell should he care about American history when he's not from the same world?

This will not be an easy day for anyone.]


B. » Action「Mayfield High School Chem Lab ☼ Lunch - End of school」

[As soon as the bell rings for lunch, Ed makes a beeline to the chemistry lab. He'll be there for the entire lunch period, pulling things off of shelves - beakers, chemicals, and whatever else he can get his hands on - making a nice little setup for himself near the back.

When the bell rings for the next class, Ed's still there. In fact he'll be there for the rest of the day, he's skipping everything else. After the final bell rings and everyone else is heading home, you'll still be able to find him here for about an hour or so before he leaves.]


C. » Action「Around Town ☼ Afternoon - Late Evening」

[Ed's wandering around town aimlessly. His eyes are downcast, his hands are shoved in his pockets and it seems like something is really bothering him. Approach?]

» Action 「1652 Albright Lane ☼ Early Morning 」

[This isn't right. This is wrong. Wrong wrong wrong. How was he here? Where was here? The last thing he remembered was going through the Gate. Again. What the hell happened?

... something didn't feel right and it wasn't just because he didn't know where the hell he was or how he got here. It didn't take long to figure out what it was.

Ed's eyes widened, an odd sort of strangled scream escaping him despite his attempts to stay calm.

His automail was gone. GONE. He had a right arm again -- real flesh and blood, he could touch the wall and feel the texture with his fingertips. And his leg too! His head was reeling. He had to find out where he was. Had to find Al. Had to... had to...]


» Phone 「1652 Albright Lane ☼ Afternoon 」

Hello? Name's Edward Elric, I'm at 1652 Albright Lane. Anyone want to tell me what the hell is going on?