#queue have no idea

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Remus’s logo isn’t on his clothes because it’s actually a tramp stamp

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Cozy Ben™ makes me feel things in my dark, dead little heart

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@timidum

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Nothing quite like the direct approach. There wasn’t an easier way to get around making that initial contact. He knew. He tried about every tactic known to man. From inspirational quotes, to advertising himself like he was a little empty in the brain department. Among other more terrifying options. None of those said tactics had any real predictable rate of success. So, he found the direct approach the most efficient. If it didn’t work, he would move on. Made sense.

In theory.

In reality, he didn’t have much time to filter through crowds looking for fine candidates.

He might have been more concerned if his presence wasn’t a source of confusion for the people he wandered amongst. It certainly wouldn’t bode well for the terrain he entered. Armored figures weren’t exactly the most...... welcome of sights. Representatives of war. Of rougher times. Of something few would readily embrace unless they had a bone to pick.

So, although it did slow down his progress to have to explain himself, he couldn’t get angry with those who saw him differently.

He was standing in a full suit of armor!! He had to give them that.

“It’s okay.” He waved a gloved hand, shooing away any further apologies that might bubble to the surface. 

“I guess you could say I’m a tourist. I’m a traveler from a distant place!” An armored tourist was a little strange to claim, but hey, those were trying times. Trying times indeed.

“Are you a native here?”

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@scentofhay

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It was certainly an oddity, a seven foot tall armored figure standing to speak such philosophical concerns aloud. That coupled with the immensely young voice emerging from within, it shouldn’t have been a combination suited to the way he presented himself. And many treated him with the caution that should have come with his appearance. Like he was dragging war to their shores. But surely no one who spoke such words aloud could be terribly bad? Only.... contemplative. Carefully considering all there was to know, even those things that had no real answers.

But everyone had a word to give here and there. Life experience helped with that. Even when they didn’t quite know what to say in response.

“I’m sorry for seeming like such a downer. I’m not always like this. But sometimes those thoughts can weasel their way in against the will.” No matter the attempts to stave it away.

“My name’s Alphonse.” He held up a gloved hand, fingers extending in swift succession as he tacked off facts about himself. “I’m fourteen, I’m a traveler from a distant realm in search of knowledge!” A traveling scholar in armor. Well, those were trying days after all, weren’t they?

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@templxrcasxnova

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He thought there was someone traveling nearby, but through an odd series of apparent comedic errors, he could never quite catch up. Well, the Elric way was to resolve problems that didn’t make much sense with their loud voices! If problems couldn’t be tended to directly, they could be forcefully brought out into the light. Mercifully, it didn’t take much effort.

“Excuse you?” He bristled, if it were possible for an armored individual to bristle. Even if it weren’t for some, he managed the look! Appearing as organic as possible, though encased in a steel shell.

“I have a name too, you know!” Not that he knew it straight away. Still, what kind of person led a conversation off with an insult! Not that it was a particularly vicious insult. After all, it was only calling attention to the more blatant way of his presentation. 

.... and he was a little sensitive on the issue! Probably shouldn’t be. How many times did he tell his brother not to react so strongly to things he felt uncomfortable about. Because the bolder the response, the more people would pick at that scab until there was virtually nothing left at all!

He never quite understood those who shared title and rank in greeting. But maybe that was the thing in the place he arrived. Which would only further prompt him to return the favor? Was it polite to do so?

“My name is Alphonse. Knight of.... Knowledge.” .... damn, that was kind of lame. He could be creative, but usually not on the spot! He would need time to consider it carefully. Not that it would help him in the current situation he faced. Whatever. He was thinking way too deeply about it.

“You’re the only one I’ve seen around here. I’ve been traveling for hours.” Well, more than that if he wanted to get technical, but he didn’t have to share all the nitty gritty details of his business.

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@lazulaqua

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“I made a mistake.” So long ago. It was a statement that resonated with about everyone. Who didn’t have regrets in some capacity, even if it were only a fleeting thing?

He stood a solid seven foot tall, fully armored, but the voice that emerged from the depths of the suit was young. Almost too young to be able to wield such a heavy weight of armor. And the burden of knowledge that his question had stemmed from originally. 

“I’m paying for it. I believe in equivalent exchange---” It was the basis of all things in that life, wasn’t it? If something is taken, something else of equal value must be given in return. If it wasn’t directly handed forward, something would emerge from the cosmos to claim what it was earned. Some people might call that karma. 

“... but I’m not sure I’ll ever be able to make up the ground I lost. I’m sorry. This is not a topic for strangers only coming to meet one another.” It was hardly a topic for friends!!

“My name is Alphonse.”

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@unwavering-resilience

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He didn’t understand the circumstances, or what he may be getting himself into. But... how in the world could he possibly turn down such a valid request for assistance? After all, he was an armored figure. So, it made sense that someone in need would come to him first. Well, hypothetically. From the experiences he had, most people ran the opposite way of where he traveled, but there were situations were the reverse would be true as well! Obviously. It had only just happened to him.

“Why do you have to go inside at all?” It was an innocent enough question. If the recesses of the structure caused such strife to begin with, then an option would be to avoid it entirely. Without a clear idea of what he was facing, it would be difficult for him to defend. Not that he wouldn’t!! But he had to tread carefully.

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@miiraculeuxbelle

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"Because I’m struggling to find the balance between secrets and reality.” As though secrets were not reality. They did represent truth, but they were so deeply ingrained into the mind, they were almost like an entirely different entity by themselves.

One thing was for sure, he wasn’t afraid of blatantly advertising that he had a secret as well. It was exactly as she said. They all struggled against the demons of their own bodies and minds. That went without saying. But some secrets were certainly heavier than others.

“It’s a frustrating condition to be in when all you want to do is.... be.” That was all. Just simply be. It sounded like a simple enough solution to clench. For whatever reason, he was held back away from it.

“Do you keep your secret to yourself?”