#masteryofalchemy

[arthurtheauthor]

He looked the author up and down with a critical gaze, "how are you feeling? Have your wounds healed properly? No inflammantion anywhere?"

Arthur gave a nod. "You could examine me if you'd like but my outer wounds are healed, thank you." he replied, rubbing at a wrist absently, remembering the cuts from the ropes. "I'm...working through the other things."

[starhoppingtrigaters]

"Little thing."

Vash abruptly stopped in his contemplation of the strange landscape around him. It was so much bigger and so very different from what he was used to on the ship. He turned to look behind him, surprised to find a young boy --he looked younger than he did-- there.

"Um.. Hi..!" He was a bit tentative, but still enthusiastic. He had never spoken to another kid before... Actually, he hadn't spoken to many people aside from Rem and his brother. Then his eyes fell to the plush in the boy's hands. His eyes widened slightly in wonder, "What's that?"

[nicholas-wolfwood]

"L-Little thing?" (baby!Gil)

"Huh? Hey, kid, what’cha doin’ out here by yerself?"

[medicuscaelus]

masteryofalchemy replied to your post:[I said I was coming back to work on things...

//I suffer the same dilemma. I wanted to do a thing tonight but now I’m sick and ugh *sobs on shoulder*

[*cries right back on yours* being sick is so time consuming!]

[nicholas-wolfwood]

"I should've known it'd be you, Greenhorn..."

3. My character stabs yours in the back - literally. 

They’d gotten into a skirmish again. Bandits of some sort, and fairly easy. The priest had been acting a bit odd as of late, but Gil had merely brushed it off as his usual moodiness.

The last bandit fell, simply enough, and the older man brushed his hands off. “Alright, Greenhorn, we’re done here.”

"Not yet." It was the first time he’d spoken that day, voice oddly level and casual, but with an underlying icy steel to it. "There’s still one more." And without warning, or a hint of recognition, he drove his whittling knife between Gilbert’s shoulder blades, twisting it through the vertebrae with his enhanced strength.

As the alchemist fell, looking up at him in shock, Nicholas the Punisher merely stared down at him, almost curiously. His eyes were cold.

"One more…" He raised the knife again.

[nicholas-wolfwood]

Livio, Gilbert, Seda

"Bah! I don’ wanna kill any of ‘em!! Hmm… Fuck Livio, marry B, an’… guess that leaves kill Gil. But Pipes needs him. But I can’t kill B!" And killing Livio wasn’t even an option.

"Hmmm… Well I guess this is all hypothetical, right?"