Outside the Dorms; Thursday Night
Finally, the constant downpour had ceased according to the weather report. Alphonse was underneath a large tree in case Mother Nature decided to change her mind, standing with his back against the tree; the grass was still wet, and he'd rather keep getting wet to a minimum.
He stared up quietly at the sky, almost as if he were waiting for something. In the meantime, Alphonse thought; probably a little too much, but it was hard to get his mind off everything that had been happening during the week. He felt slightly relieved knowing he wasn't the only one this was happening to, but at the same time... It was hard not to be angry at who or whatever was responsible for all this. They were taking her spirit, his own mother, and using it against him. He loved her-- so much that Alphonse had knowingly participated in using forbidden alchemy in an attempt to bring her back from the dead-- and never wanted his image of her tarnished. Not like this. It was very possible that if he ever came face-to-face with this 'creature' that had been discussed in the information given to him, he would do something he'd regret later.
Alphonse tried to assure himself with Walter's words from the previous night; as many times as he told himself, they never worked as much as he wished.
Some time later in the night, and not very surprisingly, the figure that had been following him around since Monday appeared in front of him. Alphonse shoved his hands further down his pockets and scowled.
Trisha looked down at him in concern, but for all Alphonse knew that was just an act. "Is something wrong, Alphonse?"
Alphonse lowered his sight towards the ground-- it was far too hard to ignore something that resembled his mother so much. "Who... Who are you?"
"Who am I?" she echoed, seemingly surprised. That shock was soon erased with a smile-- damn that smile, damn that smile. "Don't be silly, dear."
Alphonse bit his lip; he wished she'd stop that-- acting like a mother towards him. "I-- I'm not," he retorted, trying to sound confident in his voice. "You can't be her, my mom would never say the things you do." Alphonse paused, seeing if he could get any response from her face. There was none, so he continued, with a more shaky voice, "Stop saying you wanted to be human... You always were! That transmutation we did failed! We screwed up and it rebounded, and you... you were..." He couldn't finish that sentence. Alphonse never realized it until then, but... he never knew the exact aftermath of that night. All he knew was that everything had went wrong. But what ever happened to the hard work and ingredients they brought together?
"That transmutation," Trisha began, lifting a stern finger at her son. "Affected more than just you."
Alphonse stared even harder at the ground now. No, no, no, he was not hearing this. Something else-- it was something else saying this.
"What you did to me was worse than death," she continued. "And yet, you somehow got everything back. You have your body as if nothing had ever happened to it."
"That's not true!" Alphonse grit his teeth at her. "Th-That's not true... Not at all... I didn't get everything, I don't have everything I lost."
Trisha held her hands by her side firmly with a cross expression. "Ungrateful, selfish boy. You meddle far too much in affairs that should not be touched, and only cause more trouble for yourself."
"Go away," Alphonse demanded, trying to look the ghost in her eyes. "Just go away. L-Leave me alone."
"Why would I leave my own son alone now?" It was almost like none of what she said mattered anymore; she was picking up the motherly act again. "Especially in your time of need?"
He knew it was more than likely a futile way to get away from her, but Alphonse promptly turned from his post at the tree and began to walk. Where to, he wasn't exactly sure, but anywhere where that ghost wasn't was better.
[ ooc: open, if anyone wishes to bump into him outside... ]
He stared up quietly at the sky, almost as if he were waiting for something. In the meantime, Alphonse thought; probably a little too much, but it was hard to get his mind off everything that had been happening during the week. He felt slightly relieved knowing he wasn't the only one this was happening to, but at the same time... It was hard not to be angry at who or whatever was responsible for all this. They were taking her spirit, his own mother, and using it against him. He loved her-- so much that Alphonse had knowingly participated in using forbidden alchemy in an attempt to bring her back from the dead-- and never wanted his image of her tarnished. Not like this. It was very possible that if he ever came face-to-face with this 'creature' that had been discussed in the information given to him, he would do something he'd regret later.
Alphonse tried to assure himself with Walter's words from the previous night; as many times as he told himself, they never worked as much as he wished.
Some time later in the night, and not very surprisingly, the figure that had been following him around since Monday appeared in front of him. Alphonse shoved his hands further down his pockets and scowled.
Trisha looked down at him in concern, but for all Alphonse knew that was just an act. "Is something wrong, Alphonse?"
Alphonse lowered his sight towards the ground-- it was far too hard to ignore something that resembled his mother so much. "Who... Who are you?"
"Who am I?" she echoed, seemingly surprised. That shock was soon erased with a smile-- damn that smile, damn that smile. "Don't be silly, dear."
Alphonse bit his lip; he wished she'd stop that-- acting like a mother towards him. "I-- I'm not," he retorted, trying to sound confident in his voice. "You can't be her, my mom would never say the things you do." Alphonse paused, seeing if he could get any response from her face. There was none, so he continued, with a more shaky voice, "Stop saying you wanted to be human... You always were! That transmutation we did failed! We screwed up and it rebounded, and you... you were..." He couldn't finish that sentence. Alphonse never realized it until then, but... he never knew the exact aftermath of that night. All he knew was that everything had went wrong. But what ever happened to the hard work and ingredients they brought together?
"That transmutation," Trisha began, lifting a stern finger at her son. "Affected more than just you."
Alphonse stared even harder at the ground now. No, no, no, he was not hearing this. Something else-- it was something else saying this.
"What you did to me was worse than death," she continued. "And yet, you somehow got everything back. You have your body as if nothing had ever happened to it."
"That's not true!" Alphonse grit his teeth at her. "Th-That's not true... Not at all... I didn't get everything, I don't have everything I lost."
Trisha held her hands by her side firmly with a cross expression. "Ungrateful, selfish boy. You meddle far too much in affairs that should not be touched, and only cause more trouble for yourself."
"Go away," Alphonse demanded, trying to look the ghost in her eyes. "Just go away. L-Leave me alone."
"Why would I leave my own son alone now?" It was almost like none of what she said mattered anymore; she was picking up the motherly act again. "Especially in your time of need?"
He knew it was more than likely a futile way to get away from her, but Alphonse promptly turned from his post at the tree and began to walk. Where to, he wasn't exactly sure, but anywhere where that ghost wasn't was better.
[ ooc: open, if anyone wishes to bump into him outside... ]