Well... I guess everyone has figured this out already, but Winry isn't on the community any more, and neither is Ed. At least, not the Ed from my time. They're both fine! Please, nobody worry! They just can't access the community ( Read more... )

Community, help! What do you do on a date with a girl?

--Don't you say anything, Mr. Greed.

[It's just a quick snippet of video, set in Al's hospital room in Inaba. Unless Al has grown another head, there are two people stuffed into his narrow hospital bed. Al is curled against one rail, heavily bundled in blankets and propped up with pillows to shield his sensitive skin. Beside him, in a second cocoon of blankets, is another very pretty ( Read more... )

Would anyone like my cake? I can't eat it.

I don't like this virus. It isn't nice.

Stupid. If I weren't stuck in this stupid bed, people would listen to me. There's nothing wrong with my brain. Even if I'm stuck here I know what I'm talking about. I know what I want. Why does everyone think they know what's best for me? Why won't they listen?

[It's Al, looking, if possible, worse than he did when he first came back from the armor. But his eyes are open and he's focused on the camera, even if he does look exhausted and can barely speak ( Read more... )

 [Ed looks tired, and he's leaning against a non-descript wall. He smiles a little though, and pushes his bangs out of his eyes ( Read more... )

( Cut for pseudo-character death and potentially triggering medical issues. )

Naoto? Brother? Winry?

It's Al! I don't know where I am but I'm in Kefka -- that scary clown guy? -- I'm in his body, and he's in jail. I think that means he's in my body. Be careful!!

It was a lovely evening, the stars were out and there was a nice breeze. Edward leaned against the railing of Winry's balcony, in a nice tank top. He'd healed up alright, well enough that he wasn't bandaged anymore. Al was on his mind, and a few other things. He looked out at the rolling hills, his eyes shadowed with thought ( Read more... )