unexculpable | Entries tagged with being ed is suffering

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 ☼ U.S. History」

[So you know what sucks? Being short. Ok, no, not just short, but being an inch tall. That really sucks. Even worse? GETTING TOTED TO SCHOOL INSIDE A PURSE, THAT'S WHAT.

And of course it couldn't even be someone he remotely liked, oh no. It had to be Lust. There he was, trying to sneak out of that stupid house and then before he knew what was happening was shoved in some pocket next to a tube of red lipstick (that he totally transmuted, by the way. Nothing quite like going to fix your makeup and pulling out a tube of bright red crayon.) because she "had to keep him safe".

BULLSHIT. BULL. SHIT.

This was just an excuse to humiliate him and make his life as miserable as possible. So far? Mission accomplished. This tiny alchemist has never been tinier and it looks like his temper shrank to match his size. Which, if you're curious and decide to measure, actually isn't even an inch. In fact, the top of that one piece of hair that sticks up doesn't quite reach that mark.

People shrink and somehow he's smaller than all of them. WHAT IS HIS LIFE?

Anyway. To those lucky students who happen to have Lust as teacher for their U.S. history class, they might notice a tiny addition to her desk. There is +1 State Alchemist being used as a paper weight. When graded papers are handed back out, they might notice that the stamped letters have not been made in a "traditional" way. Oh, no. They're made up of tiny footprints and the bottom of Ed's boots are stained black. Damn ink isn't coming off.]

B. » Action「Teacher's Lounge ☼ Lunch」

[There was no way Lust was going to leave Ed by himself. Too dangerous. What if he fell off the desk? Or someone stepped on him? Or heard him screaming obscenities, thought he was a bug and squished him with a textbook? No, Lust couldn't have that happen.

Instead, she takes her minuscule charge with her to the teacher's lounge for lunch. In front of her is a line of items based on height. The tube of lipstick Ed transmuted is among them and as for Ed himself? Dead last.]

((ooc: responses will be from either Ed, Lust, or both! Just let us know who you want in the tag!))

C. » Action「Around Town - Close to Mayfield High ☼ Late Afternoon/Early Evening」

[FREEDOM. He's not sure how it happened, but somehow he managed to get away from Lust and make it outside without getting stepped on. Unfortunately, he didn't get very far before he ran into a problem. There was an ant who apparently marked him as a threat. He was going to have to fight this ant. HE HAD TO FIGHT AN ANT.

Just as it was about to close in on him, Ed claps his hands and touches the ground. Alchemic energy, which from a person of normal height looked a bit like strangely colored, prolonged, especially bright, electric shock, spreads outward towards the ant and a large (to Ed anyway) stone fist erupts from the ground, slams into the ant and sends the bastard flying.]

TAKE THAT YOU FUCKING LITTLE JACKASS!

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