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driftfleet2016-03-05 10:52 am
sonofgold) wrote in driftfleet2016-03-05 10:52 am
Sixth Transmutation [Action + Voice/Video]
Who: Alphonse Elric and YOU
Broadcast: Fleetwide
Action: Various; see prompts below. If you would rather do prose, I will match.
When: Between February 28th and March 6th
[ACTION # 1- While armor and still unconscious, February 28th-March 6th, various places]
[Eventually, somehow Al had been brought back to the Vanquish, to be laid out in the lab still in pieces while he was unconscious. Crewmembers and friends were, of course, free to visit him and try to wake him up, but they would get no response. Anybody with the ability to perceive his soul would find it was still there, but resting peacefully.
Al's mind was elsewhere, however- as far as he could perceive, he had gone back home, and the Drift Fleet was completely gone from his memories. He'd been deposited back into the snowstorm at the exact moment he'd left it. He'd gone to find Winry and Scar's group, to warn them of the danger at Briggs. Then he'd gone traveling, separated from Ed for months, helping Hohenheim, Scar and the others take the steps to lay the trap that would ultimately defeat Father. He had been captured by Pride, then freed just in time for the Promised Day. Eventually Ed, Teacher, Mustang, Hohenheim and many others had helped to bring Father down for good- though Al himself hadn't seen it, as he'd sacrificed his soul, reunited with his body so that Ed could have his arm back.
And towards the end- around March 5th or so- if anybody happened to be around in the lab, they would see Al's armor briefly disappear, dissolving into pieces and vanishing into thin air. However, it was only gone for a few moments before it was replaced by a blond-haired boy. Emaciated at first, the body would quickly gain back fat and muscle, until he looked normal and healthy.]
[ACTION # 2 - Vanquish, March 6th]
[Al could feel the coldness of a metal table underneath him when he came awake- which was strange, because he'd fallen asleep on the train to Xing, with Mr. Zampano and Mr. Jerso keeping watch, as they'd promised. He fought down the urge to panic, to wonder if somehow their enemies had come back and gotten ahold of him again... and when he opened his eyes, the memories came flooding back, and he knew where he was.
Back on the Vanquish. He'd gone home for more than two years, and had somehow, for some reason, been returned to the Drift Fleet. And, more than that, he remembered his and Ling's attempt to open the portal home, and something blocking them from leaving before he blacked out. But what had been in the way? And if the transmutation had so obviously failed, why had he gone home anyway just to come back as he was now?
He groped for his communicator, but knowing there was a chance that the entire "cast" he had known had been replaced in the meantime, decided to exercise caution and take a look around first. He decided to look for Clay first... and if not, find out who his new captain was and try to explain how and why he'd not woken up on the Marsiva as normal.
Once he learned that he'd only been gone a week here, he still took the time to look around the ship again, satisfy himself that everyone and everything was here- that Rogue and Katie and Hermione and Haruka and the others were all here and in their place. He also wanted to feel his home, really feel it with his hands and see it with his eyes and hear and smell it as he should have.]
[ACTION #3 - Wildcard, March 6th and afterward]
[Would you like to run into Al anywhere else? Name a time and place and he'll be there.]
[NETWORK BROADCAST- VOICE AND THEN VIDEO]
[What was Al going to say to everyone, when he knew his and Ling's attempt to leave had caused them to feel pain and loss? How could he make it up to them? Because he knew how they must be feeling. He was sure people would be relieved that he was OK, that he'd gone home, that he and Ed had won... but he knew some of them would be angry, too.
He cleared his throat and plunged in:]
Uhm... hi, everyone, it's me, Alphonse. I'm still not entirely clear on what happened yet, but I do know that in my mind, I went home for a while. I- I was apparently a mess back here, though. I'm so sorry that people had to see me in pieces and unresponsive. I know it had to have been scary, especially since Ling and I are the only ones who have any familiarity with alchemy.
The truth is that Greed and I were trying to transmute a way for us to go home, and it backfired. I should have known better... should have known that Atroma wasn't going to let us go that easily, and I should have told my friends here what I was up to, in case something did go wrong. I thought it would be easier for me to leave if you didn't know. And I know some of you are going to be angry, and that's okay. I'll do my best to earn your trust and forgiveness.
But I did want to say...
[He then flips on the video, showing that he was a normal human again- short-cropped gold hair, golden eyes, the whole works, and smiles shyly.]
I got my body back. This... this is the real me. And part of me is glad to be back just so my friends could see it.
Broadcast: Fleetwide
Action: Various; see prompts below. If you would rather do prose, I will match.
When: Between February 28th and March 6th
[ACTION # 1- While armor and still unconscious, February 28th-March 6th, various places]
[Eventually, somehow Al had been brought back to the Vanquish, to be laid out in the lab still in pieces while he was unconscious. Crewmembers and friends were, of course, free to visit him and try to wake him up, but they would get no response. Anybody with the ability to perceive his soul would find it was still there, but resting peacefully.
Al's mind was elsewhere, however- as far as he could perceive, he had gone back home, and the Drift Fleet was completely gone from his memories. He'd been deposited back into the snowstorm at the exact moment he'd left it. He'd gone to find Winry and Scar's group, to warn them of the danger at Briggs. Then he'd gone traveling, separated from Ed for months, helping Hohenheim, Scar and the others take the steps to lay the trap that would ultimately defeat Father. He had been captured by Pride, then freed just in time for the Promised Day. Eventually Ed, Teacher, Mustang, Hohenheim and many others had helped to bring Father down for good- though Al himself hadn't seen it, as he'd sacrificed his soul, reunited with his body so that Ed could have his arm back.
And towards the end- around March 5th or so- if anybody happened to be around in the lab, they would see Al's armor briefly disappear, dissolving into pieces and vanishing into thin air. However, it was only gone for a few moments before it was replaced by a blond-haired boy. Emaciated at first, the body would quickly gain back fat and muscle, until he looked normal and healthy.]
[ACTION # 2 - Vanquish, March 6th]
[Al could feel the coldness of a metal table underneath him when he came awake- which was strange, because he'd fallen asleep on the train to Xing, with Mr. Zampano and Mr. Jerso keeping watch, as they'd promised. He fought down the urge to panic, to wonder if somehow their enemies had come back and gotten ahold of him again... and when he opened his eyes, the memories came flooding back, and he knew where he was.
Back on the Vanquish. He'd gone home for more than two years, and had somehow, for some reason, been returned to the Drift Fleet. And, more than that, he remembered his and Ling's attempt to open the portal home, and something blocking them from leaving before he blacked out. But what had been in the way? And if the transmutation had so obviously failed, why had he gone home anyway just to come back as he was now?
He groped for his communicator, but knowing there was a chance that the entire "cast" he had known had been replaced in the meantime, decided to exercise caution and take a look around first. He decided to look for Clay first... and if not, find out who his new captain was and try to explain how and why he'd not woken up on the Marsiva as normal.
Once he learned that he'd only been gone a week here, he still took the time to look around the ship again, satisfy himself that everyone and everything was here- that Rogue and Katie and Hermione and Haruka and the others were all here and in their place. He also wanted to feel his home, really feel it with his hands and see it with his eyes and hear and smell it as he should have.]
[ACTION #3 - Wildcard, March 6th and afterward]
[Would you like to run into Al anywhere else? Name a time and place and he'll be there.]
[NETWORK BROADCAST- VOICE AND THEN VIDEO]
[What was Al going to say to everyone, when he knew his and Ling's attempt to leave had caused them to feel pain and loss? How could he make it up to them? Because he knew how they must be feeling. He was sure people would be relieved that he was OK, that he'd gone home, that he and Ed had won... but he knew some of them would be angry, too.
He cleared his throat and plunged in:]
Uhm... hi, everyone, it's me, Alphonse. I'm still not entirely clear on what happened yet, but I do know that in my mind, I went home for a while. I- I was apparently a mess back here, though. I'm so sorry that people had to see me in pieces and unresponsive. I know it had to have been scary, especially since Ling and I are the only ones who have any familiarity with alchemy.
The truth is that Greed and I were trying to transmute a way for us to go home, and it backfired. I should have known better... should have known that Atroma wasn't going to let us go that easily, and I should have told my friends here what I was up to, in case something did go wrong. I thought it would be easier for me to leave if you didn't know. And I know some of you are going to be angry, and that's okay. I'll do my best to earn your trust and forgiveness.
But I did want to say...
[He then flips on the video, showing that he was a normal human again- short-cropped gold hair, golden eyes, the whole works, and smiles shyly.]
I got my body back. This... this is the real me. And part of me is glad to be back just so my friends could see it.
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[Gold is pretty important in society, after all. The power to make it could change someone's life immensely.]
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[You don't really learn anything from taking the easy way, even if it is tempting.]
Is it a common ability in your world?
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Not everyone has a talent for it, though- rather like not everybody can be a great cook or a fast runner or play music well. Some people can only do simple transmutations, but others can do some pretty impressive stuff. Some of the most talented alchemists work for the military and have a type of alchemy they specialize in. My friend Major Armstrong is a master at hand-to-hand combat and using it to make weapons and projectiles.
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[The others had warned about imbalances like that, and what it can do to humans. If a whole world was full of people with strange powers like that, it could be a potential breeding ground for malevolence.]
So I'm guessing this means your alchemy isn't an option for sending people home, if it backfired so badly.
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Something was in the way. I can't remember what it looked like, but there was definitely a barrier cutting us off. And either way, I'd only know how to send people back to my own world with any certainty, not any others.
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[He's enough of a cynic to not expect any miracles, but... still. Dang.]
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[He can understand that. And admire it, too, even if it's foolish. If he had a potential way to get home, he'd have tried, too.]
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