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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but while you're here, I can still poke and prod!!]
Oh! Did you get it back? Do you need help finding it?
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Sure, you can come along if you want. You'd be a big help- you can fit in tight places like the closet and under the bed.
[Because she's so little. Compared to him.
...Heh. Heh heh...]
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like good ol' papa would, grinning excitedly as she goes.] What are you looking for big bro? I'll find it!no subject
I don't... really know what it is. I've just got a feeling that I'm missing something.
[It's an utter bullshit excuse, but hopefully good enough that a six-year-old will fall for it.]
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But I'm sure we'll be able to find it, if we work hard!
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You're gonna eat dinner with your family, big bro?
[She fiddles with her dress, thoughtful.]
Can I say hi to them later? I wanna meet them...!
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[The mental image of Hughes looming with a gun is ever-present. Yeah, he has no desire whatsoever to mess with the crazy dad.]
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[She's just a bit incredulous; that's a really big thing to say you know!]
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[Since it's. Kind of more her house than his. But he seriously doubts that Trisha would protest to having the little girl around. Elicia's too much of a sweetheart to let anyone with even an ounce of kindness in them to refuse her.]
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[Suddenly, she's even more determined, imagine that; pardon her as she zooms off to go into Edward's room like it's uncharted territory at Disneyland or something. WHO KNOWS WHAT LIES YONDER.]
Let's find what you lost, big bro!!
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Still, unable to argue, he follows her down the hall, glancing around as he goes. It's surprisingly difficult to leave this house, even with Al and all the belongings already moved out. He shouldn't reminiscing, though, especially not around a six-year-old.
Once inside his room, he starts poking around a bit listlessly, trying not to be so obvious about how little effort he's putting into it. He knows he already scoured this place... what in the world could he possibly have left behind?]
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1/2
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Actually...]
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Big bro!! Ed, look, look!! Is this important?!
[SAY YES OR I WILL LOOK SAD]
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[Dude, this is a HUGE RESPONSIBILITY!!]
Winry won't get mad if I do, will she? 'Cause she probably doesn't want me to mess up your cool new armor!
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Well, it's already messed up, so you can't make it worse! Don't worry, I'm sure Winry'll just be glad that you helped to fix it.
[And if she's going to get mad at anyone, he's the one who'll get wrenched.]
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[She moves and puts the screw back in place, looking SUPER FOCUSED!! Lucky for Ed she's got kid fingers so it's actually pretty simple to screw this back into the automail.]
'Cause we don't want your arm to fall off!
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[Though removing a plate wouldn't break it entirely... he doesn't have a heart to ruin the illusion of her saving him from wrench-death, though, so he just waits as she finishes with the screws. He opens and closes his fist a few times, bending the elbow, then grins again.]
Hey, good job! If I ever need a back-up mechanic, I know who to call.
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Y-you think so? [hehe!] Maybe when I'm older I'll help big sis with her stuff!
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