Rebound

[avaricious]

Who: Greed (and sorta Alphonse)
Broadcast: Yes
Action: A park on the Starlight
When: February 28th, after this post

[The transmission starts abruptly with a flash of red light. When the image clears, there's a few blades of grass in the way and a grotesque image of a man's back, only it's embedded with pieces of metal armor as well as what looks like an armored hand sticking out from the side. It's all the result of some hideous rebound. The man sways unbalanced and seemingly oblivious to the mess made upon his back. He stands there for a few seconds before stumbling forward and kneeling to something beyond the angle of the camera.]

Alphonse!? [There is the sound of banging on metal.] Alphonse! Dammit, answer me!

[There is nothing. No answer. Just silence.]

Say something you shitty brat! We were getting out of this shit hole together! Don't say you--

[And then, just like that, the feed cuts out without explanation.]

Comments

[avaricious]

[Others were supposed to come collect the armor - but Greed wasn't about to take off and leave it alone. Until the work was done, he was going to stay in his spot. Alphonse belonged to him, after all. He was still angry about what happened, but not so much that Koala's talk of punishment to go unnoticed. She was still going on about that kind of stuff, huh?

He took the pack from her.]

What's this?

[scrubscrub]

I.... wasn't sure if you were hurt, o-or how badly... so I brought supplies.

I'm sorry! I know I shouldn't have taken them from the medical bay, but...

[She trails off, wringing her hands.]

Are you sure you're alright, Mr. Greed?

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It's not me who needs help. [He looks down at the battered armor.]

This won't do him any good. [He holds the pack out for her to take back.]

[scrubscrub]

....

[She takes it back, and then moves to sit down beside Greed.]

Help who? I... don't see anyone, sir...

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Him. Alphonse. His body is in pieces.

[He gestures vaguely to the loose pile of metal that is only vaguely laid out in the shape it should be.]

[scrubscrub]

[.... O-oh. She's — yes, she remembers now, an Alphonse being mentioned!

But this...]

He... I just — it's armor, Mr. Greed. Are you saying this was...

[She's so lost, though. A person can't be armor. Can they?]

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Alphonse Elric. A human like you. His soul is bonded to that armor.

[And yet... what good is being bonded to scrap metal? There's no way he can do anything with all that.]

[scrubscrub]

[She turns quickly to look at the armor again.

It can't be —

She puts a hand over her heart, eyes widening.]

A... A soul in armor? W-where's his body?

[avaricious]

[He didn't really know Al and Ed's full story. Ling might have, but as he wasn't here, that left Greed to just go on those brief details that he had learned from Ling and the other Homunculi.]

That's a long story, kid. Call it a cautionary tale in not messing with powers you don't know anything about.

[scrubscrub]

[She looks to the armor again, the concern palpable.

If this is him...]

... What now?