Edward Elric (
automailed) wrote2012-01-14 01:33 am
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Entry tags:
- !derek bliss,
- !elicia hughes,
- !haruhi,
- !hiccup,
- !hohenheim,
- !keimi,
- !lindsay d ballard,
- !link (windwaker),
- !mewtwo,
- !mommy,
- !nami,
- !rainbow dash,
- !raven,
- !robert hastings,
- !roxas,
- !seto,
- !sokka,
- !taokaka,
- !tyria,
- !winry,
- "that bastard" = "dad",
- [action],
- [voice],
- awkward home life is awkward,
- house intruder,
- ilu mommy,
- stupid hohenheim
[Voice / Action] backdated to JANUARY 13th
[...So it's been a week. A full week since his parents had shown up in Luceti. And as of today, with the last bit of furniture in place, he and Al are officially "moved in". At least, in the sense of physically living there. Edward still finds himself looking out the window an awful lot and double-taking at the house number across the street, and at least three times now he's turned to approach the door of the Hughes' household instead of his own. He hasn't barged in unintentionally yet, at least. That would have been awfully embarrassing.
He's still not sure how he feels about this... home life. Thing. Adjustment is one thing, but actually coming to expect his mother's smiling face when he walks through the front door? It's a little scary. Wonderful in a lot of ways, but...
And that's not even getting into the issue of living so close to Hohenheim for this long, something he hasn't done since early childhood. And despite promising to give the man a chance, their relationship is tenuous at best, violent at its worst. He's still not calling the man "father", either. And there's poor Al in the middle, still stuck in his wheelchair... dammit...
Well, let's just say he's in desperate need of some distraction. So after giving it some thought, he turns to the journal-]
Hey, got a question for anyone listening out there-
I was talking to this kid a while back - Aoba - and something came up. Do we have some kind of directory of all the worlds people are from? I don't mean that world sharing class, I mean actual maps of all the different worlds, or countries within those worlds, or whatever.
Because if there isn't, then I'd like to make one. So if you wanna get involved, talk about where you're from here- show a map, gimme an idea of what it's like. I'll take what I can get.
[A little while later, he'll be venturing to his usual hotspots- the library, for some books for poor Al to read, and the Battle Dome, to take out some of his pent-up frustrations (and to duke it out with a few of the homunculus for kicks), then to the shops for a bit of perusing. He can be pestered around down at any time, looking uncharacteristically unsure, though he's been looking that way all week, so at this point it may not be anything new.
Eventually he'll return home to his family some time before dinner, carrying with him (in addition to Al's books) a toolbox, a bag containing some clothes, and a collection of sticky buns for dessert/snacking-
...but not before barging into the Hughes house accidentally. Apparently there really is a first time for everything.]
He's still not sure how he feels about this... home life. Thing. Adjustment is one thing, but actually coming to expect his mother's smiling face when he walks through the front door? It's a little scary. Wonderful in a lot of ways, but...
And that's not even getting into the issue of living so close to Hohenheim for this long, something he hasn't done since early childhood. And despite promising to give the man a chance, their relationship is tenuous at best, violent at its worst. He's still not calling the man "father", either. And there's poor Al in the middle, still stuck in his wheelchair... dammit...
Well, let's just say he's in desperate need of some distraction. So after giving it some thought, he turns to the journal-]
Hey, got a question for anyone listening out there-
I was talking to this kid a while back - Aoba - and something came up. Do we have some kind of directory of all the worlds people are from? I don't mean that world sharing class, I mean actual maps of all the different worlds, or countries within those worlds, or whatever.
Because if there isn't, then I'd like to make one. So if you wanna get involved, talk about where you're from here- show a map, gimme an idea of what it's like. I'll take what I can get.
[A little while later, he'll be venturing to his usual hotspots- the library, for some books for poor Al to read, and the Battle Dome, to take out some of his pent-up frustrations (and to duke it out with a few of the homunculus for kicks), then to the shops for a bit of perusing. He can be pestered around down at any time, looking uncharacteristically unsure, though he's been looking that way all week, so at this point it may not be anything new.
Eventually he'll return home to his family some time before dinner, carrying with him (in addition to Al's books) a toolbox, a bag containing some clothes, and a collection of sticky buns for dessert/snacking-
...but not before barging into the Hughes house accidentally. Apparently there really is a first time for everything.]
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Sokka?
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Uh, hey, Ed. What's up- is this important?
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[Because it looks like alchemy, and if he's your teacher (sort of), well... he should probably be supervising some of your training. He wanders closer, hands in his pockets.]
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[Well, he leans back so Ed can see. Here's his alchemy circle. It's a little clumsily drawn, but he didn't have a compass handy and circles are hard to draw!]
This transmutation should transform some dull, tasteless ingredients into a delicious plate of dinner. Well, not the plate itself. I figured the plate could be the alchemy circle itself. So it's reusable!
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Really, Sokka? Using alchemy to bypass the act of cooking altogether? Like... technically it could probably work, but he's not sure he'd want to see the results. This is fast food at its worst.]
Don't tell me that's what you wanted to learn alchemy for.
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[Or gross. That's happened before.]
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[He taps his notes here. Aside from his shoddy drawing skills, he's got more or less everything the way it should be. At worst, he's using a recipe that wouldn't be very good anyway. But he wanted to keep it simple.]
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Looks like you've been taking this seriously after all.
[Edward studies it more closely for a moment, then gestures to one corner of the inner rim.]
You've got Ignis in the wrong place- it's swapped with Amalgamare. Otherwise it's perfect.
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It's okay if it's an alchemy egg right? I don't know how you guys ever learn to quickly make these things.
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It's called a circle for a reason. And you shouldn't be even trying any transmutations until you can draw it properly.
[GOD WAS HE EVER THIS MUCH OF A NOVICE...]
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[Frowning. Being able to make circles at any given time is probably going to be beyond him.]
Guess I'll have to stick to pre-made circles.
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... okay, now that I like. So where do I get that one?
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Dunno. Aside from the basics, his technique is a big secret- no one knows what kind of alchemy it is, and I don't even know who taught him. I've seen the transmutation circle on his gloves hundreds of times, but I don't know the equation that goes with it. He won't teach it to anyone, either.
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Well that's not very science-y of him. Doesn't he believe in the whole, you know, shared understanding of the universe?
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Yeah, he can imagine all too well why Roy wouldn't want that alchemy in the wrong hands. The smell of Maria Ross's fake corpse is plenty reminder of that.]
...Some alchemy's better off not being shared- it's just too dangerous. That's why alchemists always write their work in code.
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I need to write this in code!?
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Every alchemist does. And every one has their own style. It's how they keep their alchemy from falling into the wrong hands.
[He glances back down at Sokka's circle.
...]
...You can probably ignore that rule when you're just transmuting food, though.
[Unless he somehow makes some kind of dangerous man-eating meat sandwich.]
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Maybe I could just write it all in Pig Latin.
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Pig Latin?
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