A-Al...

((OOC: He's back. Umm... somewhere in the forest maybe? Bad conditions. Can't move. Automail broken. Probably lots of bones broken, too. Just... in really bad condition in general.))

[Voice]

Ugh... gotta... g'back...

Promised... won't sepa...rate...

Al, I... I'm... back... Sheena knows... way... map... river... mountain...

[Voice Post][rather cheerful voice, btw ( Read more... )

[Filtered from Al]

Che, dammit.

The stupidest decision is one that you regret.

Dammit, dammit, dammit.

...At least he's getting close to other people.

I'm not going to talk to him.

I'm not.

I'm not.

( 100 questions )

( Emoguiltramble about Al is what Eds do best! (Cut for space) )

O-OI!

[...*remembers to filter his post* Now filtered from Al]

Wh-what the hell is this? As if I didn't have enough problems?!

Argh! And my automail feels weird now. The size isn't made for this kind of a body!

Feh. I guess if I went back now, it wouldn't be h--

Never mind.

[Screw it, making it private now]--At least it wouldn't be ( Read more... )

Valentine's Day, huh?

How long has it been now? It's gotta be monthsAnd, y'know, everything seemed okay before. Al was here, and we were... happy. And hopeful. There was still alchemy, even if it was weak, and we started developing those arrays ( Read more... )

Al's still gone, and he's still big, and he looks like mom, and I want mom back, and I wanna play with Winry, and I dunno who this Balthier guy or that Sheena lady are, and I dunno where we are, and I dunno why we have wings, and alchemy's being weird, and everything's stupid.

Hmph.

I hate it.

[Attempted private, of course easily-hackable]Fine! ( Read more... )

[rather panicky voice, at that]

O-oi! Someone help! Al...

Al's...

T-teacher? Anyone?

HELP, MY BROTHER COLLAPSED!