Alphonse Elric (armor) | FMA Brotherhood (
thebloodseal) wrote in
driftfleet2015-10-15 08:40 am
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First Transmutation
Who: Alphonse Elric and you!
Broadcast: Fleetwide
Action: Marsiva
When: October 15th
[Video]
[Hello, Fleet, there's a fearsome-looking suit of armor peering at the screen- though right now only one of his eyes is visible.]
So this is like a telephone or a radio, right? Except there are pictures and words on it, too! I really like it!
I'm Alphonse. Uh, don't mind how I look- I wear armor for protection. [Al wasn't under any delusions that he'd be able to keep the fact that he was hollow inside a secret for very long- he never seemed to be able to- but he was going to try.]
Brother, are you here, too? Major Miles? ... Winry?
[Action, on the Marsiva]
[There wasn't much Al could to do make himself look less conspicuous- he'd accepted that long ago- but here, in this unfamiliar place, he wished more than ever that he could. The Homunculi had eyes and ears everywhere in Amestris, and he had to be working under the assumption that they were here, too. He could only hope that they wouldn't be putting any innocent people in danger trying to find him.
He was also worried about Edward. He knew his brother would be fine in the storm, watched over by Major Miles, but what would happen to him afterward? And what about Winry, May, and Dr. Marcoh? He could care less about Scar, but he'd gone out to try and warn them that Briggs was unsafe, and now there was nobody to deliver that message.
Of course, if he kept blacking out... if this was it, if his soul was going to let go of his armor body... he might not have been able to get to them himself anyway.
Al let out a sigh. At least the view was pretty. Stars were everywhere.]
Broadcast: Fleetwide
Action: Marsiva
When: October 15th
[Video]
[Hello, Fleet, there's a fearsome-looking suit of armor peering at the screen- though right now only one of his eyes is visible.]
So this is like a telephone or a radio, right? Except there are pictures and words on it, too! I really like it!
I'm Alphonse. Uh, don't mind how I look- I wear armor for protection. [Al wasn't under any delusions that he'd be able to keep the fact that he was hollow inside a secret for very long- he never seemed to be able to- but he was going to try.]
Brother, are you here, too? Major Miles? ... Winry?
[Action, on the Marsiva]
[There wasn't much Al could to do make himself look less conspicuous- he'd accepted that long ago- but here, in this unfamiliar place, he wished more than ever that he could. The Homunculi had eyes and ears everywhere in Amestris, and he had to be working under the assumption that they were here, too. He could only hope that they wouldn't be putting any innocent people in danger trying to find him.
He was also worried about Edward. He knew his brother would be fine in the storm, watched over by Major Miles, but what would happen to him afterward? And what about Winry, May, and Dr. Marcoh? He could care less about Scar, but he'd gone out to try and warn them that Briggs was unsafe, and now there was nobody to deliver that message.
Of course, if he kept blacking out... if this was it, if his soul was going to let go of his armor body... he might not have been able to get to them himself anyway.
Al let out a sigh. At least the view was pretty. Stars were everywhere.]

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So. [She laughs.] Yeah, it's really not so bad.
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[But is what she's doing really the best idea]
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I bet you could find one! I... I don't really know anyone like that. [A laugh.] But there's a lot of people here!
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I'm sure I will! If we're really here for others' entertainment, there are bound to be people who know how to fight.
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[She nods. Yep, perfect sense.] Sooo I hope you can find one of them soon!
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Oh, what's your name? I'm Alphonse!
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I'm Leanne! With the SS Heron! It's nice to meet you, Alphonse.
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