#nskak

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NSKAK Snippets

part 1

"Care to make a bet?" Adelheid asked. Ed eyed her warily, knowing from experience that the 'innocent' smile on his sister's face was anything but innocent. 

"Depends on the bet." He hedged.

"If I win, I'm asking Lieutenant Havoc on a date tonight, and you aren't allowed to even threaten him." Ed choked on air, and Adel's smile widened into something much more mischievous. "At all, Ed. Not before, not after."

Edward shot a blistering glare towards the sidelines, where a certain blond chain smoker was looking rather like someone slapped him with a fish. So this wasn't Havoc's idea.

"Why him?" He was not whining, dammit!

"Well, if you really want to know-" 

"Erk! No!" Ed's face burned, and Adelheid laughed. Fucking hell, Ed didn't know who was worse: Adelheid or Al.

Still, like hell Ed was letting anyone go on a date with his sister! Especially not someone Ed had to work with! "And if I win?"

"I figured you'd like to take a peak at my journals." Ed straightened. Adel's journals. Adel's Xerxesian journals. The ones she'd written up when that bastard Hohenheim was still around. It was written in Xerxesian, which Adel hadn't started teaching them until after she came back from Ishval - and where the hell did that bastard learn Xerxesian, because it sure as hell wasn't Mom that taught Adel the language - and even after they could read them Adel hadn't let them read the journals. She went as far as putting an alchemical lock on the journals so only she could open them, which derailed his and Al's plans to read them behind her back.

Keeping Havoc from going on a date with his sister and getting to read Adel's journals? Count him in. Ed settled into a ready stance. "I hope you're ready to lose.” 

Adel laughed, and beckoned him with two fingers. "Bring it, little brother."

For fuck’s sake-! “I’m not little!”

@greygryffindor because she keeps digging me deeper into this with every TGS update despite the fact that I should be working on other shit.

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FMA Fic Idea

This can all be blamed on @greygryffindor. She is a terrible, wonderful sweetheart that gives me far too much inspiration.

What a mess. Roy rubbed a hand over his face. He was going to thump more than a few heads when he got back to East City. Thirty and thirty-one his ass.

That didn't include the disaster in the Elrics' basement.

Roy could give Intelligence that much credit. The boys were geniuses. Barely into double digits and they'd managed to get closer to a successful Human Transmutation than anyone ever recorded. With a mere year of formal training. 

The price for it…

A missing arm and leg for Edward. A missing body for Alphonse, bound to a suit of armor by the quick thinking and sheer determination of his elder brother not to lose another family member. Adelheid on the other hand… Roy rubbed his face tiredly and glanced at the unconscious teen laid out on a medical cot in the corner of the room, Edward and Alphonse next to her in silent vigil. Adelheid tried to stop her brothers, tried to pull them away only to get pulled in herself. No one knew what the transmutation cost her. Not when she had yet to wake.

It was going to be awkward when she did.

Silver-white hair, dark skin, and - from the pictures on the Rockbells' mantle - bright crimson eyes. Trisha Elric was Ishvalan, a heritage passed down to her eldest child in full. Alphonse's skin was darker, more sun-kissed than Edward's fair complexion, but both boys took after their father with their golden hair and eyes.

As if that wasn't enough, while the boys were never part of the Ishvalan Civil War - having never left Rosembool until after the Civil War ended - Adelheid had. Was one of the medical personnel in the hospital run by Yuriy and Sarah Rockbell until their deaths. It was highly likely Adelheid would recognize the name of the State Alchemist responsible for massacring untold thousands of her people.

'Hero of Ishval' indeed. Good grief this couldn't get any worse.

So of course it did. Because the universe loved to spite him.

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Nothing so Kingly as Kindness

@greygryffindor I will tag you in everything, I swear.

Adelheid Elric was something of a mystery to the people of East City.

They knew of her, certainly, her little brothers - "Younger brothers" - had a number of tales to share. Mostly Al, though Edward occasionally chipped in with a word or two. Her reputation wasn't as well known in East City, but any news out of Central made for hot gossip around Eastern Headquarters and news of the Mending Alchemist was as hot as gossip could get.

Especially in light of the upcoming tournament.

Now that was a bit of gossip that spread faster than a wildfire through a South City drought. Speculation of who was stronger between the Flame Alchemist and Fullmetal Alchemist, which only spiraled when Al commented that Edward had never won against Adelheid. A few calls to Central and suddenly all the various combat specialists were inbound to East City for a tournament, a tournament that somehow included the Führer himself.

Considerations were taken regarding combat specialties, resulting in two separate brackets. One for those like Edward and Roy, who heavily utilized alchemy in combat, and another for the Führer and Adelheid, who either didn't use alchemy at all or didn't use it in combat. The winner of each bracket would face off in the finals.

Betting pools cropped up as the tournament participants were announced. No one from Briggs - unfortunate but hardly a surprise, General Armstrong and her men weren't inclined to socializing when there was work to be done - but General Grand and Majors Armstrong and Comanche were slotted into the alchemist bracket and heavily favored to do well. Führer Bradley was expected to sweep the general combat bracket, with Adelheid finishing well. 

Jean knew this because he and Falman were in charge of keeping records of the betting pools. So when a gloved hand set down a bundle of cenz notes, Jean looked up from his lunch in order to take the newest bet.

He was not expecting the young, distinctly Ishvalan features of the woman belonging to said hand. Or for her to be drop dead gorgeous.

"How can I help you?" He asked with a charming smile. Falman was completely forgiven for getting called away and leaving him to man the betting pools by himself.

"What are the odds for Major Elric finishing fourth?" The woman asked.

Jean felt his brows rise, but checked the stats. The losers from the bracket finals would face each other like the winners in the tournament final, and if somehow Edward managed to make it - unlikely, he was up against seasoned veterans - odds were that Edward would win and take third place. "Nineteen to one. Should I put you down?"

The woman nodded and smiled, and shit Jean hoped he could track her down later. Maybe he could take her out to dinner? She wasn't from Eastern Headquarters - he would have noticed her before now - so Jean could show her around town. "A hundred thousand cenz." 

Confident. Not the most money being bet, not by a long shot, but still a respectable chunk of money. "And your name?" He asked, glancing up with a sly grin.

Crimson eyes blatantly looked him up and down, lingering on his shoulders, and she gave him an appreciative smirk. Score. "Adelheid Elric."

Jean choked. "The Adelheid Elric?" She didn’t look anything like Edward!

"Indeed." Adelheid said, mischief edging her smile. "I heard many things about you, Lieutenant."

Jean was going to strangle Ed next time the kid passed by the office. Oh, who was he kidding. The midget could hand him his ass on a platter blindfolded. He watched as Adelheid walked away, hips swaying. She was just teasing him now. Maybe he could still ask? 

No. Bad idea. Edward would kill him.

Falman found him ten minutes later, despairing into the table.

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Adelheid Elric, 1911

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Someone questions if Adelheid is really related to Ed and Al, and it isn’t Ed that explodes - it’s Al.

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