[Clap. Rush of blue light.]

... no. This isn't...

[The distant roar of rain, thunder. Finally, Al pulls the PCD from his soaked pocket. Though his voice is very calm, there is something in his eyes that is... worried. Desperately worried. The rain runs down his face, even underneath the soaked hood of his coat.]I can transmute the water away from ( Read more... )

[The PCD is dangling from a thong around Alphonse's elbow. The teenager is dressed in normal jeans and a t-shirt, slogging through the thigh-deep, muddy water that's flooding the riverbank, holding onto the branches of the trees that managed to make it through the storm. Determinedly and almost losing a shoe several times, Alphonse makes it to a ( Read more... )