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maskormenacelogs2014-06-11 12:58 am
alchemicallybonded) wrote in maskormenacelogs2014-06-11 12:58 am
closed. our dreams all start to fade
WHO: Al Elric, Ed Elric and Winry Rockbell
WHERE: A hotel
WHEN: Tuesday night
WHAT: They've been apart for a while and there are some things they need to talk about, things they don't want to talk about in a public place.
WARNINGS: Ed. Will update if needed.
The floor of the hotel room isn't really any different from the dozens of others Al has sat on before. Not that he can feel it anyway. It's just another floor to him, another place to spend one more night awake. Sometimes he watches over Ed while other nights, Al goes over his journal. He looks at the lists of foods he wants to eat when he gets his body back or makes another entry of their journey to return their bodies to normal. On rare nights that seem really long Al will read the old entries but he doesn't like to look back that often.
Tonight, in a strange place, he'll watch over his family. That's how it will go for a while because none of them trust this new world. But before that there is something he needed to do. Something he hadn't wanted to do while they were still participating in the government swear-in ceremony and training. Though it was more than that.
Al hadn't wanted to believe what that piece of paper had told him. The new 'power' he'd gotten upon his arrival here. Where was the exchange for it? Was it being here in this world or would there be another price? Despite the fact that what he'd wanted for years was in reach, Al couldn't bring himself to try it - just in case. Once he had it, it wouldn't be easy to go back. If he was reacting this way, Al could just imagine how his brother and Winry would take it. They'd be mad when they realized it probably wasn't permanent.
Yet he can't put it off forever. He's going to have to tell them eventually. At least now they couldn't walk back into that government building and use violence to calm their rage.
So Al is sitting with his file resting on one of his legs with it open. Ever since they left the training day, Al has been especially quiet - even for him and he's been staring at the file for several minutes. If one didn't know better, they might think that his soul had returned back to its body. Finally he lifted his head.
"Brother?" That tinny voice sounded softer than usual - as if he can preemptively strike the emotions that will follow.
WHERE: A hotel
WHEN: Tuesday night
WHAT: They've been apart for a while and there are some things they need to talk about, things they don't want to talk about in a public place.
WARNINGS: Ed. Will update if needed.
The floor of the hotel room isn't really any different from the dozens of others Al has sat on before. Not that he can feel it anyway. It's just another floor to him, another place to spend one more night awake. Sometimes he watches over Ed while other nights, Al goes over his journal. He looks at the lists of foods he wants to eat when he gets his body back or makes another entry of their journey to return their bodies to normal. On rare nights that seem really long Al will read the old entries but he doesn't like to look back that often.
Tonight, in a strange place, he'll watch over his family. That's how it will go for a while because none of them trust this new world. But before that there is something he needed to do. Something he hadn't wanted to do while they were still participating in the government swear-in ceremony and training. Though it was more than that.
Al hadn't wanted to believe what that piece of paper had told him. The new 'power' he'd gotten upon his arrival here. Where was the exchange for it? Was it being here in this world or would there be another price? Despite the fact that what he'd wanted for years was in reach, Al couldn't bring himself to try it - just in case. Once he had it, it wouldn't be easy to go back. If he was reacting this way, Al could just imagine how his brother and Winry would take it. They'd be mad when they realized it probably wasn't permanent.
Yet he can't put it off forever. He's going to have to tell them eventually. At least now they couldn't walk back into that government building and use violence to calm their rage.
So Al is sitting with his file resting on one of his legs with it open. Ever since they left the training day, Al has been especially quiet - even for him and he's been staring at the file for several minutes. If one didn't know better, they might think that his soul had returned back to its body. Finally he lifted his head.
"Brother?" That tinny voice sounded softer than usual - as if he can preemptively strike the emotions that will follow.
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Ed agrees, it's best to be sure they know what this means. What the consequences might be and just how this power works, if they can. Research first, ask around. He knows Al hates it. Or, at least, certain aspects of that armor. Not eating or sleeping. But it's what they have to work with for now until they know more about this power. He's not intending for this to be permanent. He has a promise to keep, after all. He frowns a bit when Winry touches Al's shoulder and pulls back quickly.
"You okay, Winry?"
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Not eating and sleeping were the worst parts about being like this but ever since his soul started being pulled away it wasn't so terrible anymore. If he could avoid that, then Al would take the downside of being this way. Besides, he knows that Ed wouldn't stop until he found a way to return him to normal.
When Winry pulled her hand away, Al looked up at her. He hadn't noticed anything when she touched him.
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At the last, her expression warmed to a smile. Al's soul was so bright and warm, even in the matrix of stainless steel.
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Ed isn't quite sure he understands the metal part, or at least where she was able to feel Alphonse. The healing is probably self explanatory enough, and made sense with her medical background of sorts at least. He's just not quite sure what to make of the metal power exactly. How it worked, how similar it might be to his alchemy. There's a frown at his features in confusion as he looks to Winry.
"Are there details in the files?"
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What did that mean exactly? Would she be able to touch him without feeling his soul? Al might not be able to feel her touch but if he pretends hard enough, he can imagine the feeling. If he could frown, he'd be doing it now.
"The only thing they put in the files about our new powers is the name of it. There's no explanation of how to use it or even what it is exactly." At least, that's how his came.
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Now she turned her gaze toward Ed's arm, wondering if she'd be able to feel the nerve attachments that controlled his automail.
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He considers that for a moment, listening as Winry tries to explain as best she can. His own gaze follows hers, to his arm and he takes off his jacket, auto-mail bare in just his tank top singlet.
"Try my arm?" That was different. There's no soul there, but he's not entirely sure how her whole metal thing works, exactly. The more they learn about these powers, the better prepared they are. The more likely they use them safely. He gestures for her to come over to him at the edge of the bed where he sits, outstretching his arm to her.