#sewingcircles

[theboilingalchemist]

Claude happened to be at HQ just at the right time. He'd come to hand in a report on a recent robbery he coincidentally managed to stop. He and his older sister were taking a stroll (or, well, roll in her case, what with being in a wheelchair) just as chaos broke out in a nearby bank and the culprit raced past them with his booty. Claude had easily caught up with him and beaten him in a short hand-to-hand fight; his sister had even helped by throwing her hammer at the guy's temple, knocking him out instantly.

Claude hummed in contentment as he walked through the building. Not only would word of his good deed soon spread across the military, he could also use this event as part of his annual assessment.

And speaking of annual assessments, Claude happened to catch whispers about a fellow alchemist: Shou Tucker, also known by his title: the Sewing-Life Alchemist. Claude had never met him, but he was definitely interested in him - particularly because the conversation he picked up was about who should sacrifice themselves for the greater good and visit "that creep's" house to check up on him. Last year's assessment apparently failed to impress and was only submitted in the nick of time, so people were starting to lose faith in him.

Claude was quick to volunteer. Making house calls wasn't exactly his area of expertise, but he'd do almost anything to escape boredom. Besides, it was the perfect chance for him to ask Tucker if he'd be willing to share his knowledge, from one alchemist to another.

Well, his house definitely looked normal enough. Claude had been wondering if he was supposed to expect a dark, looming mansion, surrounded by a large gate and a forsaken garden, and accompanied by the occasional bolt of lightning in the background.

With a curious smile on his face, Claude rang the doorbell.

[littlegoldenprodigy]

Ah, so it seems that the aroma of blood has not fully left the room. When the golden-haired child retreats and leans against him, Tucker smiles. There’s a good lad.

Kneeling, he places a comforting arm on Ed’s shoulder. “What would you like to see? I don’t have very many chimera specimens that I could show you right now, but there are other things — notes, diagrams… whatever your little heart desires, my boy, as long as it is within my power, of course.”

Despite the anxious feeling in his gut, Edward was still rather keen to see just what he did work on down here, any piece down here could push him a step further into being a better alchemist than he was now. But before that, being a curious child, he had to have a peek at the chimeras.

"Can I... have a little look at the chimeras you do have?

[clawsoflust]

You belong to ME [[ YOU ASKED ME TO SEND IT, SO I DID *waits to be shot by the entire fandom* ]]

i'm pissing myself because you actuaLLY SENT IT WITH TUCKER HAHAHAHA

     "You think way too much of yourself. Go play with your precious chimeras, will you?"

[dolcetters-archive-blog]

*surreptitiously creeps from across the street*

"..."

Dolcetto sensed the man long before he spotted him. There'd been an eerie sort of discomfort in the air from the moment he entered the market. And once he'd started looking for the source of that itch, he easily locked onto it. The sunlight glinting off the glasses that were so steadily locked onto him was practically a clean giveaway. 

"..."

... what the hell is that creep lookin' at?...

[fma-shouts]

"sewing-circles really knows how to hit the dark side of RPing her muse! She really knows her character well as if she was him herself and is does amazing work on writing him out, I feel so honored that we RP together. xx" -Anonymous

[clawsoflust]

Surprise beautiful person! Once you get this, you must put it into at least 8 people’s asks who deserve it. If you break the chain, nothing will happen, but it’s nice to know that someone thinks you’re beautiful inside and out. Stay strong.

u cutie pie omg 

creepy tucker av lookin at me but hrhrhrhrhrhrhhrhr