[Winry has gone to sleep and Ed has stepped out into the hallway, and there goes the breathing and he is pacing back and forth, his automail hand in his hair and his cast swinging at his side.]

Fuck fuck fuck....this is bad...really...really bad.

[A deep breath.]

We'll make it work...but damnit. 

 [Being back home all of a sudden was a pretty strange thing, considering Ed wound up somewhere not far from the Northern base. Hands in pockets, he is incredibly unimpressed about trudging around in the snow, and without his red duster, he's a lot harder to spot ( Read more... )

[Edward is pacing back and fort in the yard, he's still wearing Kanji's clothes, they're swimming on him but he doesn't care. He's stepping with uneven steps back and forth in front of a tree. He looks confused and anguished. Where he should be is in bed, resting, healing, but Ed doesn't seem to care ( Read more... )

Edward started off asleep. He's unconscious, on his back, an IV draining into his arm. He's wearing blue hospital scrubs because his clothes are trashed. On the table beside his bed, where there is a water pitcher and a glass for him, as well as a remote, are his personal effects. One state alchemist watch, a set of six earrings and a small repair ( Read more... )

[Edward is tired after everything and he's lying in bed in a new hotel room. Al's advice has merit even though he's got no doubt people are still watching him. He is just allowing a bit of rest before Naoto and Mello come and then he'll have to gather his thoughts and spill everything.]

[There is a bit of scuffling, and some thunking as Ed sidles up to someone, smiling a little.]

Let me fix that for you! [One can hear the clap and what is presumably an alchemic transmutation.] No, no please, no thanks is needed, I'm a State Alchemist!

[There's a muffled question.] Yes of course! I will fix that right up for you! Tell your friends, ( Read more... )

[The video begins, Edward appears to be lying down somewhere comfortable looking - a bed. He has his head pillowed on his automail arm as he holds the phone so he could be seen. The door behind him is open so there's a fair amount of light.]

So, I thought I'd update you guys on what's happening, from the beginning instead of dropping hints now that ( Read more... )

[The recording begins with a weak groan, it sounds like someone has their hand over the mic for a moment ( Read more... )

I've been kidnapped by a madman and being taken home. This is just illogical!

PS - Al, I'll let you know what Armstrong is on about when I get back. Fuck if he's talking now...well not about that. Something about his stories passed on from generation to generation. You know what else probably passed on from generation to generation in his family?

I can't belive I have to say this for the first time.

THIS DID NOT HAPPEN. PERIOD.

In other news, we're headed home. Finally getting my arm fixed!