[Alphonse is curled up by the hospital window, staring out it. Nearby him are papers spread out on a folding table, both typewritten and notes taken in his scribbling but neat handwriting. A chess set with a half-finished game is resting on the bed, where Al seems to have moved it to free up the table. A lunch is nearby, but it doesn't look like he ( Read more... )

[Static on the video feed, and when the blurred face comes up, it's Al -- There are gashes and scratches all over him, it looks like he's been to hell and back. He's covered in dust and blood, both new and old, and it looks as though he's torn apart his coat and used it for bandages. From the looks of it he's managed to transmute himself a shelter ( Read more... )

[The feed clicks up in the dark, and Alphonse seems to be outside, sitting by the riverbank. The moon is full enough to see by, and there's the sound of rushing water, very nearby. He smiles just barely, and when he breathes, his breath fogs in the air. Thankfully he's dressed in a warm sweater, although he shivers now and again. Though it's hard ( Read more... )

[A video of the darkness comes through, a place filtered through with starlight. It seems that Alphonse is walking alone back home, but by the way the PCD is moving around, hanging from his hand, he's either drunk, or... badly hurt.]

Zedd...?

[The voice is detached and scratchy, somewhat slurred, so much so that it barely sounds like Al.]

Zedd ( Read more... )

[There's a clatter as the PCD turns on on impact with the floor, followed by Al's heavy labored and panicked breathing. After a moment a light turns on, but it doesn't do much other than throw shadows across the ceiling, where the PCD is facing ( Read more... )

[Al mutters something about his penmanship sucking.A supposedly fictional character being here opens up a whole new can of worms. Apparently there are so many worlds and realities that somehow... somehow, even fictional ones exist ( Read more... )

I hate lying.

They trust us. They're children. They keep getting all this conflicting information, and they're not going to trust us if we lie to them all the time.

It just isn't sitting well with me.

What am I supposed to say? Ginia trusts me, Ed trusts me, and it's breaking my heart.