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::Plotting::
The best way to reach me is over AIM, but if I'm not on, go ahead and leave me a note in this post. I'm always up for plot, looking for new and interesting ideas, and I'm very flexible as to what can and can't be done!
::HMD::
I'd really appreciate honest and sensible concrit. Leave me a note here, and let me know how I'm driving. Nitpicks welcome, examples and specifics are always good.
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Have at it.
If I've forgotten someone, and I probably have, prod me and I'll add.
Hey, everyone? It's Ed's birthday today. If you see him around the network, be sure to wish him a good one!
Don't worry if he seems flustered. He's not the type to celebrate it, normally.
The soft jangling of a bell sounds, and Al's white cat, Kitty, jumps from the floor up onto the bed, pressing her soft nose along Al's fingertips, then pawing at his hand.
At first, there is no reaction, and then Al's hand gives a quick jerk to the side, along with a painful-sounding intake of breath. His lips part and his back arches, and he quickly sits up, bending over to start coughing. Death can leave one's throat very dry, after all.
Shaking, trembling, his wide eyes take in the room.]
- Location:Whipstaff [Blocked]
Al's basement laboratory.
The young man's stripped down to nothing on top, and his breath shows fog in the cold room. All his scars are visible in the light of the single lantern, marking his skin with silvery feathers here and there, over his neck and shoulders. There is a worse one in his side, a badly healed one in his leg.
A small, scalpel-like knife is in his hand.
There are arrays cut into his skin, shallow, but enough to bleed and drip. Arms. Legs. Forehead. Over his heart. Al never uses blood in his alchemy. Ever. Despite the dire implications of having cut himself, his expression is oddly serene.
Alphonse sets down the scalpel outside of the array and gets to his feet, walking barefooted into the center of the design. Goosebumps flush over his skin and he trembles.
From somewhere behind the PCD, there is a noise, but Al doesn't look up. He brings his hands together as if he's praying, then takes a deep breath, shutting his eyes. This would be where he transmutes something -- instead, crosses his hands over his chest, pressing them to the array there.
The shallow cuts of the arrays seem to light up with a bright, electric blue inner light. The array on the floor, from his feet outwards, spills out the same light.
There is a low rumble, and suddenly, everything goes wrong.
Al's eyes snap open, and he makes a choking noise, the look on his face warping to distress and terror. Whatever he was expecting, it wasn't this.
Wind rips through the room. The cracks of lightning, blue as the array, shoot out in a shower of sparks, slamming into the objects around the room. Glass shatters, paper explodes in a spray and is quickly shredded by the howling gale of the winds. The light of the array goes out, plunging the room into semidarkness.
A scream rips through the basement, a young, high male voice.]
AL--!!
[The wind lifts Alphonse from his feet, and the lightning crashes through the room in waves, dancing around him, followed by the ghostly crackle and static associated with the Animus. Alphonse twists and writhes, mouth open, eyes wide as his back arches at an almost impossible angle, contorting in pain--
A bright flash lights the room, and even on the video feed, it's blinding. There is a sound like a thunderclap, and Alphonse falls to the floor in a heap.
Like a broken doll.
The voice from earlier lets out a wrenching scream, and Negi rushes over to him, frantically checking for a pulse. Moments, later, tears flood the boy's eyes.
The feed statics, and a rushing sound that sounds almost like a cackle switches it off.]
[ooc; Forward-dated to about fifteen minutes before midnight. ... there will be responses to this post.]
No, nononononono-
Broken... stupid pipes, I shouldn't have left them down here, I should have known better...!
Gotta stop the leaks somehow, before I lose the rest.
- Location:Whipstaff Manor [Blocked]
There sure are a lot of new buildings... and they all seem to have a lot of care in their architecture. It's almost like the Scientists picked nice things.
[He sounds... uneasy.]
I wonder if that means that this place is gaining momentum. The longer it exists, the less chance of it being fixed correctly or completely. I find it hard to believe that it's not damaging anything back in our original worlds, but we've seen no evidence of it.
I wonder if it's possible to check.
[Private//Unhackable to Whipstaff]
The man I brought home the other day, that's Ed and I's father, Van Hohenheim. He's a powerful alchemist, and he'll be staying with us too. You can trust him.
All right, before the day gets any older!
I'm hooking up sleds to the Zoomer, anyone who wants a ride, get to the hill out back by Ms. Unohana's clinic! Make sure you dress warmly, too!
( [OOC; Christmas List] )
Flattering.]
... I'm sorry that I spooked everyone. It's kind of hard to explain exactly why I reacted like I did, but... I'm fine now. It wasn't permanent or damaging.
[He pauses; hesitating. That wasn't an adequate apology or explanation, and he knows it. Instead of going on, he sighs a little.]
Now that the days are starting to get colder and everyone is rested, I'm going to make rounds through the residences and work on building fireplaces for the people that don't have them. Right now I've only built a few, and the biggest one is in the clinic. I can part with a few armfuls of chopped wood stored in the cellar, but it's not going to be enough for everyone. Please tell me if you'd like something built or insulated before the storms come, or I might not be able to make it over.
Coal would be better to have, and matches, if we can find some. The fireplaces will be useless without some way to keep them lit. If you have any extra supplies, please drop them off at the warehouse at [x,y] and if you find yourself short on anything, feel free to visit there and take what you need, but please be aware that other people might need things too.
Everyone, stay hydrated. Dehydration and hypothermia are a horrible combination. If you feel hungry, it might actually mean you're thirsty, so trying drinking water first.
[He smiles gently.]
Stay safe, okay?
[...]
If anyone does find a pistol and some ammunition they can spare, I would appreciate it.
- Location:Whipstaff [Blocked]
- Mood:
contemplative
It's the first video feed that has appeared of Alphonse on the network at large in months.
There are no words, no indication of what he may be seeing.]
[ooc; Al isn't "broken" or in a vegetable state. The hallucinations that he's seeing have caused him to shut down his mind and go into a state of ignoring the real world. His mind is completely intact and will be perfectly fine, but right now it's mostly unaware of what's going on. Everything in the real world is filed under "hallucinations" right now, which he's ignoring. Think of it as trying to talk to someone who's a very deep sleeper.]
- Location:Whipstaff [Blocked]
Siiigh.
A few minutes later, the feed crackles as he purposely turns it on.]
Does anyone need anything built or fixed? It's getting towards winter, and I'd like to make sure everyone has some form of heating before the snows come.
- Location:Whipstaff [Blocked]
- Music:Open Arms - Journey
- Music:Savin' Me -- Nickelback
Kitty's white tail fluffs across the edge of the screen with a little jangle of her bell, and she lays down, crumpling the papers he was working on (and probably currently blurring with drool) to lay down with him.
She kneads her claws into his sleeve, and he mumbles incoherently, but doesn't wake.]
... s'ke...
[He jerks awake when the claws go through, spilling his ink bottle all over the papers, though you can't see much of his face.]
Damn-!
- Location:House Moose, 2nd Floor
- Music:Dammit, I Changed Again -- The Offspring
[Soft purring in the background, which gets louder momentarily, followed by clicking.]
Don't eat the PCD, silly. Come here.
( [Filtered to Rain // Private // Unhackable] )
[ooc; Al's roommates are H/Allelujah Haptism [
alle_halle] and Kyoraku Shunsui [sake_taichou]. Both are welcome to pester him. Constantly.]- Location:House Moose, Second Floor
- Music:Bittersweet Symphony -- The Verve
I've made this announcement twice before this, but it's important that everyone have the information, including new people or those unconnected to me or my family.
There is a creature from our world, a homunculus or artifically created human, that can change shape. He's called Envy. He's just shown up here. [Included Recording]
His favorite method of killing people is to take the shape of someone you love and trust, to make you let your guard down. He's strong, fast, and effectively immortal. Even in our world, if he's killed, he comes back.
He's sadistic and enjoys starting fights, torturing and killing people. He's hard to predict and very, very fickle in his moods. If at all possible don't face him. Do not give him any information that could be used against you if you can help it. Try to use filters on posts that contain personal information, like memories or secrets.
Right now, he's called a relative truce with me, so I won't do anything unless he tries to hurt someone first. It's entirely possible he won't hurt anybody at all -- he's that unpredictable -- but I want everyone to be aware of what he's capable of.
If he does hurt someone, please tell me or my brother. I'm tracking his activities. If you have any questions you're welcome to bring them to me.
[Filtered to people who know the location of Whipstaff]
I want to stress again that it's very, very important that we don't tell anyone where the house is. He's the main reason why I've asked you to keep it a secret. Thanks for keeping it so far, everyone.
[ooc; As of Envy's appearance on the network, all of Al's posts from there on are Voice by default.]
[Silence, followed by a shattering sound.]
Brother...?
...
... E-Ed...?
[A soft, breathless, painful-sounding sob.]
I-I couldn't... no...
Y-YOU JERK, YOU SAID YOU'D NEVER LET US GET SEPARATED! YOU SAID WE'D LEAVE TOGETHER, WE'D FIND A DIFFERENT WORLD, WE PROMISED!!
W-WE PROMISED--!!
I-I promised...
[The feed degenerates into half-formed, gasping sobs and cuts out.]
- Location:Whipstaff [Blocked]
- Music:Far Away -- Nickelback
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