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driftfleet2015-10-15 08:40 am
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.]
[Voice]
Zuko knows Al absurdly well, but definitely not this version of him. His version of Alphonse was -- well, human, and he had long since gotten himself out of that suit of armor.
Great.
He waits a few minutes to try and figure out what he wants to say, and keeps his end on voice -- ]
I don't think anyone else from your world is here.
[Zuko is 97% sure Ed would've been on the network demanding where Al was by now, anyway.]
[Voice]
[Voice]
You can't leave -- at least, no one's figured out how yet.
I just got here, though, so someone else would probably know more than me.
[Voice]
I appreciate it! I've talked to some helpful people so far.
Voice]
[ . . . ]
Sokka probably has a book written about the place by now, if you want to ask him.
[ THE WEAKEST COMPLIMENT IN THE WORLD ]
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