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[fmed]

[Is stripped down to his boxers staring at his automail in a sort of abject shock... The forearm? Riddled with bullet holes. Tries to move his fingers, but all he accomplishes is a sort of whiny mechanical sound- and the entire arm locks up. Leg? Not much better. Automail makes a good bullet deflector!]

Winry's gonna KILL me!

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[soul_strength]

Um... Do you need some help, Ed? [Eyes the messed up automail with a glint like he wants to take it appart and trys not to sound happy that it's so torn up and he may get the chance to.]

[fmed]

[Oh hey, little brother that's not... Wow it's weird to hear that voice say 'Ed' and not 'Brother.' It still strikes him how old Al looks, and it makes him sad to think that his own brother missed out on that because of Ed. But then he notices the glint in this Al's eye... Why is he suddenly reminded of Winry and his watch?]

Help... would be appreciated...

[soul_strength]

[No sad for Alphonse! He smiles and goes to help, examining the outside damage and the inside from the holes.] Can't you fix the outside with your alchemy... thing?[Still doesn’t really understand Alchemy.]

The inside is understandable from what I see, but some things here broke, but you can fix those with it too right?

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[Shakes his head, even as his face goes a little white in memory.] In order to transmute something, you have to have a very detailed knowledge of what it is, what it is made up of, and how it works. I don't know enough to fix everything... And the lastand only time I tried to repair my automail using alchemy, Winry... um... Wrench. Big wrench. [Shudders.]

[soul_strength]

[That last statment confused Al a bit until he remembered he and his brother's Winry could, and would, throw scalpuls like throwing knives. He nodded then smiled, pulling a thick case (portable tool kit) out his back pocket.] Can I take a look inside?

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[Gives the case a leary look, but nods.] Sure.

[soul_strength]

[Smile grows as Al opens case. Each individual tool looks brand new save for some scratches and each one has his name engraved in fancy letters. One could obviously tell that these were Al's most prized possessions, a present from his brother. So, he took a screwdriver and opened up the cover plate of the forearm and set it aside. He was happy to find that the insides were recognizable for the most part.]

I think I can fix this if you wanted me to. It would take a while to figure out where the broken pieces and things go but that's probably better than it being broken.[Smile]

[fmed]

[Nods and watches Al work.] Do what you need to do. If something else comes up, I need to be able to fight still.

[It's strange, watching Al do the work Winry usually does. Hell, it's still strange to see him sitting there, flesh and blood- real. This Alphonse Elric suffered a different loss than his own brother, but- it's hard to compare them in his mind. Al, lost in that empty suit of armor, because Ed was selfish enough to convince him to help bring back their mother. An almost sad smile crosses his face. He's glad to see this Al returned to himself, even if he hasn't been able to help his own brother.]

[soul_strength]

[Other world or not, Ed was still Ed apparently. Always needing to be prepared just in case. This made Al laugh a bit, Ed always had to help even if he was dieing, Ed would still spring up to save someone. Even though Al was the same, he didn't usually notice. This also brought up questions as to how Ed got in this condition too.]

Were you one of the ones fighting? Joker was his name, I think... [This saddened Al, he was still feeling very guilty for giving in to the man's taunts that one time he met him. His knuckles were still bruised and his arm still ached from hitting the guy so hard.]

[fmed]

[Nods, scowling a little.] I wasn't fighting the bastard, but I worked with several others to rescue hostages. There were just too many hired morons with guns.; [Notices the look.]

Hey, you okay Al?

[soul_strength]

Um? Yeah, I'm fine[Is a bad liar]... Well, it's a good thing you didn't get hurt, other than the automail anyway.

[Notices a problem.] Some of these wires are singed, and another one is stuck on something around the other side...[fishes a bit for said wire but pricks finger on whatever it is stuck on. He ignores it though and pulls the wire to the opening, it's covering is slit open but only notices once he's given a little ZAP. Al pulls his hand away in reflex but realizes he just hit a 'nerve'] Oh no, I'm so sorry! It was an accident, are you ok?[Panic]

[fmed]

[Ed Is Not Fooled... But since this isn't his Al, he lets it go. He doesn't have the right to pry.]

Nothing to worry about, I'm pretty good in a fight. I even beat that bastard Mustang in one on one combat. [Okay, so the colonel froze- but Ed doesn't have to admit that that's the reason he won!]

[Watches with a curious face as Al pokes around inside his arm. When he gets zapped, Ed's arm twitches a little, but he's more worried about Al than anything else.] You alright? Don't hurt yourself, Al. And don't worry about me. One o the upsides to automail is that while I can still use the lim as if it were my own, there's no pain in it.

[soul_strength]

[Smile] I'm fine. [It's the truth this time. He notices there’s a little cut on his finger from the automail and puts it in his mouth, contemplating.] Brother used to argue with Mr. Mustang too, but they never had an actual fight. Does the General do alchemy like you?[His mind also wanders to what he said. If this limb couldn't feel anything then it was just like his brother's arm after the accident...]

Do you have any electrical tape? If you do, I can fix up the wires and your fingers should be able to move a bit better.

[fmed]

[He nods, watching with perhaps more worry than is necessary when he notices the cut. His brother or not, he feels a little protective of this flesh and blood Al.]

Yeah, he's the Flame Alchemist. We had a one on one fight to renew our state alchemists licenses.

[soul_strength]

[Al just kind of happens upon some electric tape in his little tool box and first uses it as a makeshift bandage for his finger. Then he fixes the split wires, more carefully than before since he caught Ed's worried look. He also went around again, whatever cut his finger must have been a broken piece. While searching,] You need a license to be an alchemist?

[He found what he was looking for, a gear of some sort that had a jagged edge to it. As well as a screw that had been somehow taken out of place. Obviously the reason for the little cut on Al's finger as well as the 'whiny mechanical sound'] Can you move your fingers?

((ooc: Don't mind me, I'm just kinda making the automail stuff up xD))

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[ooc: gah, i totally meant to add more. sorry! my hubby distracted me while i was posting. ^^;;;;;]

[Nods, attempting to wiggle his fingers. Thankfully, this time they actually obey his commands, and he grins. Good!]

Yeah, you have to take a written test first, and if you make it past that you get a physical exam [shudders a bit at that, remembering the doctor poking at him. At least there had been no needles involved... if there had, he might never have made the title. >.>] before you take a practical test against other candidates. Al- [pause, then hastily added on] I mean, my Al passed the written test with a better score than I got, but he couldn't take the physical. [Dark look.] Human transmutation is forbidden. If the military had found out that my brother was an empty suit of armor- [Another pauses, then he sort of shakes his head free of the thought.] I was the youngest to ever make the title of State Alchemist.