[Although the feed is wide in scale and shows most of the library, the feed is focused on the bottom of the young man's chin, his neck, and the front of his button-up shirt. His dark blond ponytail trails down past one shoulder. A pen is in his hand, carefully sliding over the paper of the large sketchbook set in front of him ( Read more... )

[The sounds of clanging metal fill the PCD, along with the smaller, lighter steps of a person. The PCD is facing towards the open sky, the edges of the screen clawed by the branches of dead leafless trees and the edges of buildings. For a few moments there is only sound, and by the impact sounds timed with the edges of a voice, it sounds like a ( Read more... )

[The feed clicks on to show a dark room, the slats bringing in only ripples of moonlight. They fall across Alphonse, laying prone on his back on the couch - not sprawled as he normally is, but carefully arranged as though he were laid there ( Read more... )

[Al's face comes up on the feed. His eyes are glazed with fatigue and there are dark smudges under them, but it looks like he at least bathed and ate something before making the post. Despite it being obvious that he spent five days in a basement, he's grinning like someone who's just won the lottery. In the background is a red-and-black booted ( Read more... )