Array 094 [Voice]
[The boy sounds exhausted, like he's barely slept since the start of the event. Anyone who knows Al knows he's constantly busy with something or another, and he has a tendency to push himself past his endurance -- or perhaps he simply expects his limits to be more than they are. There is a light humming noise now and again in the background. For those familiar with the sound, it's the noise of more than one active array. Despite the fatigue, Al's voice is determined and professional.]
Home is secure. Ms. Unohana's clinic is mostly secure. The knives and cutlery have all been transmuted down or closed off. Most of the shopping areas are secure in that the very dangerous objects have been dealt with. The roads that see the most traffic have had all the rubble, benches, and scrap metal transmuted down.
Under no circumstances is anyone to visit the junkyard behind the clinic. I've buried it completely for now, that should hold it for at least a few days.
I've never been so happy to be an alchemist.
Does anyone else need me?
Home is secure. Ms. Unohana's clinic is mostly secure. The knives and cutlery have all been transmuted down or closed off. Most of the shopping areas are secure in that the very dangerous objects have been dealt with. The roads that see the most traffic have had all the rubble, benches, and scrap metal transmuted down.
Under no circumstances is anyone to visit the junkyard behind the clinic. I've buried it completely for now, that should hold it for at least a few days.
I've never been so happy to be an alchemist.
Does anyone else need me?