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Automaiiiledā
Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā it was, literally, easier than drinking a glass of milk. itād been easy as a child as it was, pure intention focused solely on bringing a smile out of their mother ā flowers transmuted out of paper, out of glass, out of fabric, out of old withered ones. Trisha had loved flowers.Ā ā itās SIMPLE ā all you need is to know chemistry, in order to understand what the objects and materials in this world are made of, and how to draw the proper circle and equations, in order to provoke the flow of energy.Ā ā and this much heād not done, granted, but best to not dwell in it for the time being. telling a stranger of how you committed TABOO rarely ever seemed like a good idea.
ā huh, sure. go ahead.Ā ā
Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā had this guy actually mentioned anything about being an alchemist as well? he might well have, though the astonishment in his eyes spoke more like a person whoād never witnessed anything like that before⦠but well, what did Edward know? his body was still far from recovered from the mess that the research lab turned out to be, and no doubt he had a handful of strong meds currently running through his system and making his head far easier to confuse than normal. fact was, at the very least, Alfons had enough knowledge to draw a circle and correctly so ā and matters could have stayed as bland as that, wasnāt it for what happened right after.
Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā A CLAP. a prayer to the God he did not believe in. ā¦wait, what? Edās turn to have his eyes widen like saucers, not for the transmutation itself but for the way in which it was conducted. for the circle remained placidly on the paper, untouched and unused, and the energy had been drawn instead from Alfonsā palms⦠just like himself could do. the one visible mark of treading forbidden territory⦠and yet he could not spot any limbs or organs missing in the older oneās body, at least not from the outside. expression equally BEWILDERED, he turned to face the other.
ā ā¦how did you do that? you didnāt use a circle either!Ā ā
Ā Ā Ā The answer to Edwardās question came as a shrug while one hand picked up his creation shortly afterwards. He inspected it closely, squinting as if he wanted it to tell him its SECRETS. Of course, the goofy figure could do no such thing and once Alfons went to set it back down, he felt a sharp pain pierce through his shoulder blades. A yelp leaped out of his mouth and he reached back out of INSTINCT to feel for what might have caused the feeling but found nothing.
ā I...Ā IĀ justĀ didĀ whatĀ IĀ sawĀ youĀ do.Ā Ā ā
Ā Ā Ā Tears welled within his eyes, however, they were not caused by his sudden distress. He wiped the droplets away with the back of his hand, then set the figure down FINALLY.Ā Ā āĀ Ouch,Ā thatĀ reallyĀ hurt.Ā Ā āĀ Ā Alfons shook his shirt a bit by the collar and winced as the feeling hit again followed by a wave of sadness. He desperately wanted to CRY OUT but had no reason to.
Ā Ā Ā āĀ MaybeĀ weĀ shouldĀ rest.Ā SomethingĀ doesnātĀ feelĀ rightĀ andĀ IĀ knowĀ IĀ didnātĀ takeĀ anyĀ seriousĀ injuries.Ā DoĀ IĀ haveĀ anythingĀ onĀ myĀ back?Ā Ā ā
Ā Ā Ā Alfons turns around to reveal a still clean shirt and evidence of harm. The only splash of colour was the beginnings of a red TATTOO circle barely peeking from beneath the collar. Theyād given him a size that was a bit too loose when exchanging his clothing for the hospital scrubs.
Feeling pretty good. Iāll be working on drafts tonight.
Matermetallumā
While he spoke, Trisha brought the kettle to the table, placing out a cup and saucer for the two of them. It was CONCERNING that heād had such a rough sounding cough for so long. She wondered if it would do him well to be out in the countryside with fresh air.
Sheād only just brought the cup up towards her mouth when she saw the picture. That was Edwardāher Edward! Trisha could recognize the one across from her at the table where he stood in the picture. But next to himā
āThatāsāā The cup went clattering down to the floor; maybe it shattered, maybe it only chipped, she hadnāt heard it well enough to know. She didnāt take the picture from him, only held it so she could see it better.
āThatās my son; I know his face anywhere, thatās Edward!ā
Ā Ā Ā The crash of glass and spilled tea was startling but his hands did not move. He was used to sudden LOUD noises erupting in seemingly quiet rooms where the drone of tools or the murmured casual chatter was the only atmosphere in the workplace. Alfons was more concerned with Trishaās well-being, whether she might be BURNED or will become frantic seeing her sonās face in a foreign photograph.
Ā Ā Ā āĀ OhĀ dear...Ā IāmĀ sorry!Ā Here,Ā letĀ meĀ cleanĀ thatĀ upĀ forĀ you.Ā Ā ā
Ā Ā Ā Objecting would have to wait as the boy was already standing and seeking out a washcloth in the kitchen. He hadnāt meant to STARTLE her like that but it wasnāt something he had foreseen. Ed never really talked about his mother nor anyone else in his family aside from his brother. Must have been a while since sheās seen him too.
Ā Ā Cabinets clattered for a moment before he RETURNED, coughing into his sleeve for but a second or two, with the cloth and a small bucket from beneath the sink. -Ā Ā āĀ IĀ guessĀ heāsĀ offĀ somewhereĀ onĀ anotherĀ adventure?Ā Um...Ā youĀ canĀ keepĀ thatĀ pictureĀ ifĀ youĀ want.Ā Ā ā
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āYes, IāM Alphonse Elric. This is myā¦..distant cousin, Alfons Heiderich.ā They gave a nervous smile to the stranger.Ā āUm, itās a family name.ā He grabbed the taller man by the arm and led him away.Ā
Geez, is this what his brother went through when everyone mistook him for the Fullmetal Alchemist? Why did everyone assume that German man was the younger brother of Edward Elric?
Because Edward had a brother that was a year younger than him. Youāre six years younger.
Alphonse sighed and looked up at older man.Ā āDoes that get on your nerves? People in Amestris constantly assuming youāreā¦.well, me?ā
Ā Ā Ā āĀ NotĀ really.Ā IĀ canĀ seeĀ whyĀ youĀ orĀ EdĀ mightĀ butĀ itāsĀ anĀ honestĀ mistake. Itās just a bother when theyāre looking for you and I donāt have the answer to help them.Ā Ā ā
Ā Ā Ā Heād nearly tripped when Al dragged him away but caught his footing beforehand. Settling into Amestris wasnāt as difficult as he thought, however, it did get TROUBLESOME when he was grilled for more information on the supposed family name. He still had yet to make a proper story for that side of their NON-EXISTENT kin with little to no background on the Elricās actual family history.
Ā Ā Ā āĀ TheyāreĀ usuallyĀ niceĀ aboutĀ itĀ though.Ā Ā ā
Ā Ā Ā Making his own friends hasnāt been easy but some of the Mustang gang seemed to have take a liking to Alfons. Theyāve told him quite a few CRAZY stories about the two brothers, some he recognized from Ed. He just hated how UPSET Alphonse got and wasnāt really sure how to change that.
IāM BACK EEEY
Automaiiiledā
     come to think of it, where was Al? his Al, Alphonse? not confined to a hospital bed, that much was as granted as it was painful to be aware of⦠a body heavy, cold, unfeeling && unable to be physically harmed anymore, imposed by Edward himself on his little brother. perhaps with the colonel, updating him on the situation? perhaps on the phone with Winry, already dropping hints that there might be need for an unplanned trip to Central soon? either way, Ed was burning with curiosity to know of his reaction to this Alfons⦠it would be, pretty much, like himself coming across someone who looked like him, but who had every limb made of flesh && bone. how could any of this be?
ā when we met whereā¦?Ā ā
Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā what truly had him furrowing his brows, however, was precisely this: one, how come they had ever met before and, two, what in the heck was Munich? and yet⦠how come Alfons knew of a suit of armor, if theyād never crossed paths? Ed opted for not interrupting, thus, and followed attentively as the other explained his side of the story by means of words && sketches ā good thing Alfons was way more talented at it, for, had the roles been reversed and he must do it himself, with his left hand, it was a fact theyād look more like doodles of a child than anything else.Ā
Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā regardless, nice drawings did not make the circumstances any less mysterious, if not downright INSANE⦠however, before initiating that torrent of questions he had coming, Ed couldnāt help but smile softly at the mention of alchemy presented as though a miracle from the high heavens. too bad his right arm was still refusing to cooperate⦠but it could be arranged. shifting to kneel on the floor, not without A WINCE at the pain on his side, he made the left palm move && clap against the broken right one, before pressing it then to one of the tiles and produce, out of it, a small statue shaped like Alfons.
āĀ like this?Ā ā
Ā Ā Ā He watched intently as Ed moved to the floor and struggled to clap his hands together; the other one did the SAME THING when he told some of his stories. Nothing would happen, of course, but- This time something did happen! A figure, an effigy of HIMSELF created right before his eyes! The look on Alfonsās face was nothing short of dumbfounded, outright astonished. Two words of the same coin, EMPHASIS on just how amazed he was. The magic of alchemy was real and much different that what his world made it out to be.
Ā Ā Ā āĀ HowĀ didĀ youĀ doĀ that?Ā Ā ā
Ā Ā Ā Immediately Alfons was on the floor seated atop his legs with his notebook on his lap. The LIGHTS, the construction of something out of thin air, astounding! Even through all of his surprise, he could feel the trickle of pride in the back of his head and encouragement. But for what? He shouldnāt feel that way towards someone that claimed it was real for years and proved it. Entertainment, awe, and satisfaction were the PRIMARY emotions at work but something else pushed at his thoughts.
Ā Ā Ā āĀ CanĀ IĀ try?Ā Ā ā
Ā Ā Ā Ed had showed him a few circles, told him the basics, it all sounded like hogwash back then. In this world pigs could FLY and what harm could there be in playing pretend? Drawing the first circle that came to mind, vividly as if by muscle memory, he tore the page out. It was simple, one the soul he didnāt know he NOURISHED used to preform his own super powers. Thatās what they were, super powers, fantastical field of science.
Ā Ā Ā Setting the transmutation circle down, he looked at hisĀ ānewā friend and smiled. It couldnāt be that hard right? That ethereal pull sure felt CONFIDENT so he supposed it was worth a shot. The circle denotes the flow... Something about.. Uh...
Ā Ā Ā He claps his hands and presses them down, watching with wide eyes as SPARKS flew yet nothing caught fire. Instead, a rather lopsided cow formed out of the same materials as the floor. It was palm-sized, goofy, and childish. He wasnāt laughing but it sure felt like someone wanted him too.Ā -Ā Ā āĀ Ā What...Ā How?Ā DidĀ IĀ doĀ that?Ā Ā āĀ ( stupid question for the guy that, indeed, did that but give him a break. heās extremely confused. )
Ā Ā Ā āĀ Huh?Ā IĀ thinkĀ youĀ mayĀ haveĀ meĀ mistakenĀ forĀ someoneĀ else.Ā Ā ā
lumaleesā:
alkahesticā:
letās just take a moment to appreciate the fact that edward elric canāt drive worth shit.
letās just take a moment to appreciate the fact that alfons doesnāt even care that ed trashed what was presumably his car
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Ā Ā Ā āĀ IĀ likeĀ theĀ wayĀ theĀ uniformsĀ look,Ā butĀ IĀ donātĀ thinkĀ IāmĀ cutĀ outĀ forĀ militaryĀ life.Ā Ā ā
GcarHeadā
āGood, let him stew on that until I get there.ā
So heād damaged his leg too, huh? What would she do with him? Sighing, she packed a few more parts and tools. Knowing her luck with Ed and his automail, sheād be fixing him again in a month or so.
āThanks for looking out for him, I really appreciate it. I swear he does this ON PURPOSE sometimes.ā
Toolbox slung onto her shoulder, she made her way out into the main area of the house, calling to Granny that she was leaving to fix Ed up. Then she looked back at Not-Al.
āIām ready if you are.ā
Ā Ā Ā āĀ IĀ sometimesĀ wonderĀ aboutĀ thatĀ myself.Ā HeĀ sureĀ doesĀ likeĀ itĀ whenĀ you visit.Ā IfĀ heĀ wantsĀ toĀ seeĀ hisĀ friend,Ā heĀ doesnātĀ haveĀ toĀ pickĀ fightsĀ andĀ getĀ hurtĀ toĀ doĀ it.Ā Ā ā
Ā Ā Ā Talk about selling Ed out ( wow dude, not cool ) but he felt compelled to speak freely with Winry. Maybe it was the younger brotherās soul INFLUENCING him / it felt like they had grown up together but heās never met this girl until traversing the portal ( gate ) whatever it was. Picking his suitcase back up, he nodded in agreement though his stomach GROWLED in protest. His return was scheduled for tomorrow, Ed said he should stay for whatever reason.
Ā Ā Ā āĀ TheĀ trainĀ doesnātĀ leaveĀ untilĀ tomorrowĀ actually.Ā IāmĀ sorry.Ā Ā ā
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