Does anybody care at all?
Characters: Alchemy/Ed (ittybityprodigy)
Date/Time: Jun 23rd, noonish
Location: The Wilderness
Rating: uhhh PG-13 for language?
Summary: Memory crystal + hiatus explanation. \o/
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The crashing noises were enough to get Alchemy to wake up from his exhausted half-sleep induced by total lack of sleep from running from the ball which seemed to want to roll him right up into it. The gear which had appeared with him was useful, but didn't help when he wanted to move faster than the flippers allowed. Not to mention his metal limbs generally meant he was skimming the ocean floor rather than nearer the center.
This time around, the ball caught him in its roll and suddenly the world was spinning as the ball crashed into things and picked them up. Then it was hitting a rather large piece of coral and he was knocked off the ball and right into the ground as it rolled right over him. Alchemy groaned and adjusted his scuba gear to better allow him oxygen. He took a deep breath and blinked a few times to clear his vision. His golden eyes landed on a crystal nearby. His flesh arm reached out and grabbed it around the metal ring.
Alchemy stood up on the sandy bottom and kicked off, surging upwards. As he did so, he could feel the weight of his limbs pulling him back down but at least he wasn't where all the disgusting stuff in an ocean collected, notably shit and carcasses. He swam along, holding the crystal under his arm. He'd mess with that after he got out of the Wilderness, when he wasn't under the water. He could hear the ball coming back around.
Damn. He began paddling quickly, desperately, to get out of its path. He managed to miss it and took a deep breath of the oxygen, which didn't seem too low on air. His stomach rumbled from the movement, though, and the boy responded with a flat look, chancing a glance at it. He needed food...
As he adjusted the crystal to his metal arm, a finger brushed the inner crystal and the memory took hold. He came back reeling from it. Alchemy felt the anger of the memory still grasping him, depression rocking his body. He knew there were more important things to focus on: that he had been called an Alchemist, that Fullmetal had been telling the truth that they were familiar and had called him his brother. That was a relief and sent his thoughts in a million directions regarding his brother.
At the moment, he focused on how much he had hated the man, how helpless he had been to help the chimera in the memory. He couldn't recall the person called Nina, but Tucker had used her and a dog to create that wheezing thing he thought would help him get money.
Anger and sadness. Why couldn't he help the girl? He threw the memory crystal away. Why couldn't he help her? Why did Fullmetal sound so lost? Why, why, why? He allowed himself to sink to the bottom of the ocean. He was angry at the man for doing this, for using his daughter and wife to create things. He couldn't understand his rationale for using human beings as experiments.
He watched the crystal slowly fall to the floor and settle there. The man had mentioned he had done something like that. Tucker had said it was because using humans was forbidden, but the idea of doing something like that to another human was repulsive. It was strange. As if Tucker wasn't completely wrong about using a human, but wrong in the reasoning.
Alchemy was reeling with emotions and knowledge. He felt himself settle at the bottom. Fullmetal had been there. He was an Alchemist. He didn't have a name for himself, but he knew crossing into the realm of human experimentation was wrong, no matter what Tucker said. But he was angry at Tucker, angry at himself, depressed about the experiment, he knew that he should know the girl, but most of all he was horrified at his own inability to help the situation.
As his stomach rumbled, he sunk into a crouch at the bottom of the ocean. His fist opened and closed. He was stuck in this place. His brother was probably looking for him, not to mention Lucy had just died...
His hands raised to squeeze his scalp, tangling in his hair. He was such an idiot. Why hadn't he brought his journal? There was no way out of the Wilderness alone - Prongs had told him that. But he hadn't expected to come here. He had taken one step out of the elevator and it had disappeared, stranding him here. His fingers clenched tighter against his head.
Idiot, idiot, idiot.
He glanced up to see another ball coming his way. Shit. And so kicked off the sand to begin running from the ball again.
Date/Time: Jun 23rd, noonish
Location: The Wilderness
Rating: uhhh PG-13 for language?
Summary: Memory crystal + hiatus explanation. \o/
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The crashing noises were enough to get Alchemy to wake up from his exhausted half-sleep induced by total lack of sleep from running from the ball which seemed to want to roll him right up into it. The gear which had appeared with him was useful, but didn't help when he wanted to move faster than the flippers allowed. Not to mention his metal limbs generally meant he was skimming the ocean floor rather than nearer the center.
This time around, the ball caught him in its roll and suddenly the world was spinning as the ball crashed into things and picked them up. Then it was hitting a rather large piece of coral and he was knocked off the ball and right into the ground as it rolled right over him. Alchemy groaned and adjusted his scuba gear to better allow him oxygen. He took a deep breath and blinked a few times to clear his vision. His golden eyes landed on a crystal nearby. His flesh arm reached out and grabbed it around the metal ring.
Alchemy stood up on the sandy bottom and kicked off, surging upwards. As he did so, he could feel the weight of his limbs pulling him back down but at least he wasn't where all the disgusting stuff in an ocean collected, notably shit and carcasses. He swam along, holding the crystal under his arm. He'd mess with that after he got out of the Wilderness, when he wasn't under the water. He could hear the ball coming back around.
Damn. He began paddling quickly, desperately, to get out of its path. He managed to miss it and took a deep breath of the oxygen, which didn't seem too low on air. His stomach rumbled from the movement, though, and the boy responded with a flat look, chancing a glance at it. He needed food...
As he adjusted the crystal to his metal arm, a finger brushed the inner crystal and the memory took hold. He came back reeling from it. Alchemy felt the anger of the memory still grasping him, depression rocking his body. He knew there were more important things to focus on: that he had been called an Alchemist, that Fullmetal had been telling the truth that they were familiar and had called him his brother. That was a relief and sent his thoughts in a million directions regarding his brother.
At the moment, he focused on how much he had hated the man, how helpless he had been to help the chimera in the memory. He couldn't recall the person called Nina, but Tucker had used her and a dog to create that wheezing thing he thought would help him get money.
Anger and sadness. Why couldn't he help the girl? He threw the memory crystal away. Why couldn't he help her? Why did Fullmetal sound so lost? Why, why, why? He allowed himself to sink to the bottom of the ocean. He was angry at the man for doing this, for using his daughter and wife to create things. He couldn't understand his rationale for using human beings as experiments.
He watched the crystal slowly fall to the floor and settle there. The man had mentioned he had done something like that. Tucker had said it was because using humans was forbidden, but the idea of doing something like that to another human was repulsive. It was strange. As if Tucker wasn't completely wrong about using a human, but wrong in the reasoning.
Alchemy was reeling with emotions and knowledge. He felt himself settle at the bottom. Fullmetal had been there. He was an Alchemist. He didn't have a name for himself, but he knew crossing into the realm of human experimentation was wrong, no matter what Tucker said. But he was angry at Tucker, angry at himself, depressed about the experiment, he knew that he should know the girl, but most of all he was horrified at his own inability to help the situation.
As his stomach rumbled, he sunk into a crouch at the bottom of the ocean. His fist opened and closed. He was stuck in this place. His brother was probably looking for him, not to mention Lucy had just died...
His hands raised to squeeze his scalp, tangling in his hair. He was such an idiot. Why hadn't he brought his journal? There was no way out of the Wilderness alone - Prongs had told him that. But he hadn't expected to come here. He had taken one step out of the elevator and it had disappeared, stranding him here. His fingers clenched tighter against his head.
Idiot, idiot, idiot.
He glanced up to see another ball coming his way. Shit. And so kicked off the sand to begin running from the ball again.