#fullmxtalelrich

[theredbladepaladin-archived]

Keith was heavily scrutinizing the various rows of fingerless gloves in the middle of a specialty goth store. What? They had a decent selection!

He hadn't been on Earth in a while and eventually found himself at the city mall not far from the Garrison. His last pair of gloves tore apart from the wear and tear of battle, and this place seemed to have at least decent looking ones. Though, aesthetics were one thing; durability was another.

"Wonder if I'd have better luck at a bike shop...?" he asked out loud.

@fullmxtal-elrich

[game-weaver]

"Pretty sure they just have a voyeur kink. Just ignore them."

[theyoungprinceling]

@fullmxtal-elrich from X]

While he was walking down the streets, Ling overheard that Edward had gotten into some kind of trouble. He knew that Ed could take care of himself, but from what he heard there was more than one person there, and Ling didn't want to take any chances. He went straight for where passersby directed him.

Because he expected to hear commotion on his way, Ling knew that he was already too late. He just prayed that Edward was the one left standing and it was his attackers who were beaten. Of course he was proven wrong the moment he arrived. His heart nearly stopped when he surveyed the area. It was a mess. Ed's automail was shattered, he was bleeding profusely, his breathing was off. Ed barely looked like himself.

"Ed!" Ling rushed to his side and dropped to his knees, lifting Ed gently onto his lap. "Ed? Edward, stay with me!"

The sensation of Ed dying on him made Ling feel ill. He couldn't let his friend die here, not like this. As carefully as possible, he lifted Ed in his arms and stood. "Hold on, Ed. Please, just hold on for me."

He cared not that blood was getting all over him as he rushed away from the scene. He went straight for the nearest hospital, ignoring and shouldering past anyone in his way. He was out of breath by the time he got inside, and he tried to ignore the fact Ed's breathing seemed to get even slower. He looked around the lobby at the shocked onlookers. Why were the fools just staring?!

"I need a doctor! I need a doctor immediately!" Ling shouted, looking around desperately. "Please! My friend doesn't have much time left- he's lost a lot blood! Get me a doctor!"

[kindheartedbrother]

Reunited with @fullmxtal-elrich

How long had Alphonse been in this world? He was starting to lose count of the days. He thankfully still had all of his memories and he had his own body again, but now that he had his own body he had been in the hospital for at least a month or so before he was discharged due to his body being very malnourished.

The lady that found him laying on the ground barely able to stand was kind enough to help him to the hospital and asked if he had any parents which in response he had said no. He couldn't even find his brother anywhere so he felt so alone. She was kind enough to foster him in the mean time till he's able to be old enough to take care of himself.

Now after a month of getting used to walking and making sure he was eating properly, he was living with the woman and in high school, Domino High to be exact. He had been walking home from school in a uniform that they were ordered to wear when at this school. It was a blue blazer and he had a white buttoned up shirt underneath it.

He had already said good bye to his new friends he had made while staying here and was heading out towards the home of his current place now and as he was walking he noticed a familiar face. A face he knew all too well and his mind was racing as he saw it. It couldn't be, could it???

"B-Brother? I-Is that really you?" He wasn't some sort of hallucination was he? He prayed that he wasn't, he was hoping that his suspicions were correct. He knew that hair and eyes from anywhere and he knew that person, he knew his brother all too well.

[orphanedwolfandfriends]

Closed with @fullmxtal-elrich

She wouldn't say it's a big problem to be caught near a cemetery...an inconvenience more than anything else. It was no place for a child to be, but she'd still sneak out here when everyone else had their backs turned. She spent about an hour talking to a particular grave, as if ignoring the metaphorical elephant in the room. About what's happened since the last time she's visited, what her friends are doing, and what she's doing...it was all as if she wasn't talking to a dead person.

Her lips quivered through her smile, as she wipes her eyes with her mitten.

[alcoholttm]

because of @fullmxtal-elrich's ask.

wait a second here...ed had a crush on her?????

[sennenpharaoh]

@fullmxtal-elrich

No, he couldn't just sit here with a sobbing Edward... and not do something. He failed someone else before, this time he was strong enough to help and be there for him. He could only imagine what was happening that caused Edward to be this upset and sobbing so loudly.

Holding his new... son in his arms he slipped a free hand into his deckbox and pulled out a card. If there was anyone or anything that could possibly help Edward, even if he himself couldn't do it... it would be his healer.

"Here. Let me help you." Atem spoke softly to Edward before flicking a Magic card in his hand. Suppose it was Edward's turn to see what Atem was capable of, his "special" abilities.

"Dian Keto... hear my call."

He kept the card away from Edward so that the light that shone from the card didn't blind him, but it softly glowed in Atem's hand. In front of the two... a gentle, elderly woman in robes appeared, giving a slight bow to the Young Master.

She was his healer, as well as anyone's healer, so long as they called upon her with a simple Magic Card. The last time she appeared was to heal her Young Master with the help of the nice Gentleman. However the Gentleman wasn't here but instead a... Young Man.

"Dian, please." Atem spoke softly, holding the sobbing Edward in his arms. "My son... he's hurt. Can you help him?"

She knelt down, hearing her Young Master's request, before looking around. There seemed to be pieces all around that looked like parts of a strange metallic contraption, nothing that she was familiar with. But the Young Man's hand... now that she could help with.

Hold his hand, my Young Master.

She spoke in a language only those with a connection to Duel Spirits would understand. Atem nodded and gently put his hand on Edward's injured hand, allowing Dian to cradle her Spirit hands around both and work her magic, humming a small lullaby-like tune as she began to heal the Young Man's hand.

[flamesignitea]

@fullmxtal-elrich

"And yet I annoy you on the daily and you can't do shit about it--" Ed NO

"You only have one life and you're family. You're allowed."