[Al is quiet, calm, composed as he sets the PCD down on his desk. Then, he places a hand over his mouth to hide a beaming smile, eyes dancing. It's a gradual but quick thing-

Finally, he starts laughing, muffling the sound with his hand.

Al is normally composed, quiet, and though he's often smiling, it's rare these days to see him happy like this ( Read more... )

[A soft jingling sound, followed by a little mewl and a purr.] There you are. ... I thought you'd have these. Asuna isn't very happy with you.

[Purring. This cat is like a motor.] It's okay, I know you just wanted to play with them. Let's go give them back, okay?

[He's silent. A pensive silence. Then, he gives a heavy sigh.]... what does everyone ( Read more... )

[There's a limit to how much one person can take ( Read more... )

[It's a soft hiss of breath, coming out in a sigh. He sounds tired. So. Very. Tired. Maybe it's something to be relieved about, or something to worry over.]

I wonder when disappearances stopped being awful and became expected.

[... click.]

[Private to Mustang and Unohana]I confronted Yuca. I talked to him. The situation is as resolved as it can ( Read more... )

[The pantry is cool and dark, and Al brings a stepladder with him, using it to get to the top shelf and take out some canned goods for lunch. He sets the PCD on a shelf. After getting the cans, and he heads down the ladder, he pauses, looking at something on the shelf ( Read more... )

[Transmutation circles are done in chalk on the floor, the PCD set well away from it. This time, though... this time they're in large, sweeping designs, a strong break from the normal geometric circles and lines anyone will have seen the alchemists draw. In several places the chalk has splintered and there are red streaks, as if the person drawing ( Read more... )

... well, Kitty's back home, safe and sound. Inuyasha found her. Really, he followed me home this time. Thank you, to everyone who kept an eye out for her, I really appreciate it ( Read more... )

Adeat.

[A whispering rush followed by several soft clinking noises, like the rustle of change at first, then building to very solid clangs, something like a metal door slamming shut, several of them one after the other.

Al's voice sounds a little hollow.]

... woah.

I could get used to this.

[Minutes after Trisha's post. Such good timing, Sara. Srs.]

Hi, Mom.

I'm coming home.