[Closed-(ish?)] "Bring her back." Never the beginning of anything good...
Who: Alphonse Elric.
When: Today. Now.
Where: In front of the door,
Format: Whatever.
What: Al tries to bring a loved one back. Yeah, like that's gone well in the past.
Warnings: Angst.
It's midafternoon, and cold. Cloudy. Alphonse Elric approaches the door with a sizable burlap sack slung over one shoulder. He eases the sack to the ground and stands still for a moment. If you pay attention, you'd see his fists are clenched hard, and trembling.
He kneels, opens the sack and reaches in, fumbling around shoulder-deep until he finds what he's looking for. Alphonse removes a large paintbrush and a gallon-sized glass bottle of black ink, which he sets on the ground. He stands, brush in hand. He yanks the lid off of the ink and abruptly kicks the container over and thrusts the brush into the spilling darkness.
He gets to work, artfully, expertly composing a complex design, a circle encompassing many intricate elements, words and symbols. The circle is as wide as the door is tall.
When he's completed that, he dismissively tosses the brush to one side and returns to the sack. He kneels, pauses before opening it, staying very still. Eventually he begins removing its contents: an ordinary bedpillow, two small human-shaped figurines (he looks at one of these intently for a bit), a smaller sack from which he dumps two odd shaped, moldy muffins, a girl's sweater covered in some odd, rust-colored stains, and a pair of ornate shoes covered in gears. Alphonse stares at the collection of items for a long moment before standing to place them at different points in the alchemy circle. He kneels again, places the shoes in front, closest to him.
Alphonse Elric appears to be praying. His hands are pressed together. His head is bowed. He is still for a long few moments.
He moves, extends his arms, then slams his hands together, a bright flash of pink energy emanates from Alphonse's body, and a metallic ring echoes like a gong through the cloudy sky. It's joined by a loud CRACK! of thunder as a single bolt of lightning splits the sky in two. Wind picks up, tossing loose snowflakes, dead leaves left over from autumn, all around the armored boy.
Al stands and claps his hands together again. The air around him takes on an eerie, greenish tint, and something begins to happens to the items he's placed around the circle. They wiggle. At first, almost imperceptibly, and then rather actively. The pillow shifts, expands and contracts. The muffins roll around each other. The shoes are walking in a circle... And a green cloud of smoke begins to coalesce in the middle of the circle.
Alphonse lets out a gasp. "It's working."
The green smoke hovers, then begins to take the shape of a person. A slender, female form. Alphonse reaches toward it, his metallic mitt trembling.
"Dawn?"
A blinding flash of green light can be seen throughout the town. A shockwave knocks Alphonse on his ass, and everything is quiet, still, windless. The smoke is gone. The painted circle is gone. The only things that remain are the metal boy, the girl's possessions, and the door that looms, mocking Alphonse.
"Dammit!" Alphonse slams a fist to the ground, utterly demolishing the pair of clockwork shoes, scattering gears around him. "Dammit...! Dammit!"
He curls up, shivers a bit, sobbing for a couple of moments. He suddenly stops. Stands straight, looks around. He quietly walks a circle, gathering her items into the sack, scoops up the gears and shoeparts, and walks away.
[ooc - Feel free to see Al, notice the energy in the air, see the lightning/greensplosion, but Al won't be interacting directly with anyone at this moment. He's going home to angst. ;)]
When: Today. Now.
Where: In front of the door,
Format: Whatever.
What: Al tries to bring a loved one back. Yeah, like that's gone well in the past.
Warnings: Angst.
It's midafternoon, and cold. Cloudy. Alphonse Elric approaches the door with a sizable burlap sack slung over one shoulder. He eases the sack to the ground and stands still for a moment. If you pay attention, you'd see his fists are clenched hard, and trembling.
He kneels, opens the sack and reaches in, fumbling around shoulder-deep until he finds what he's looking for. Alphonse removes a large paintbrush and a gallon-sized glass bottle of black ink, which he sets on the ground. He stands, brush in hand. He yanks the lid off of the ink and abruptly kicks the container over and thrusts the brush into the spilling darkness.
He gets to work, artfully, expertly composing a complex design, a circle encompassing many intricate elements, words and symbols. The circle is as wide as the door is tall.
When he's completed that, he dismissively tosses the brush to one side and returns to the sack. He kneels, pauses before opening it, staying very still. Eventually he begins removing its contents: an ordinary bedpillow, two small human-shaped figurines (he looks at one of these intently for a bit), a smaller sack from which he dumps two odd shaped, moldy muffins, a girl's sweater covered in some odd, rust-colored stains, and a pair of ornate shoes covered in gears. Alphonse stares at the collection of items for a long moment before standing to place them at different points in the alchemy circle. He kneels again, places the shoes in front, closest to him.
Alphonse Elric appears to be praying. His hands are pressed together. His head is bowed. He is still for a long few moments.
He moves, extends his arms, then slams his hands together, a bright flash of pink energy emanates from Alphonse's body, and a metallic ring echoes like a gong through the cloudy sky. It's joined by a loud CRACK! of thunder as a single bolt of lightning splits the sky in two. Wind picks up, tossing loose snowflakes, dead leaves left over from autumn, all around the armored boy.
Al stands and claps his hands together again. The air around him takes on an eerie, greenish tint, and something begins to happens to the items he's placed around the circle. They wiggle. At first, almost imperceptibly, and then rather actively. The pillow shifts, expands and contracts. The muffins roll around each other. The shoes are walking in a circle... And a green cloud of smoke begins to coalesce in the middle of the circle.
Alphonse lets out a gasp. "It's working."
The green smoke hovers, then begins to take the shape of a person. A slender, female form. Alphonse reaches toward it, his metallic mitt trembling.
"Dawn?"
A blinding flash of green light can be seen throughout the town. A shockwave knocks Alphonse on his ass, and everything is quiet, still, windless. The smoke is gone. The painted circle is gone. The only things that remain are the metal boy, the girl's possessions, and the door that looms, mocking Alphonse.
"Dammit!" Alphonse slams a fist to the ground, utterly demolishing the pair of clockwork shoes, scattering gears around him. "Dammit...! Dammit!"
He curls up, shivers a bit, sobbing for a couple of moments. He suddenly stops. Stands straight, looks around. He quietly walks a circle, gathering her items into the sack, scoops up the gears and shoeparts, and walks away.
[ooc - Feel free to see Al, notice the energy in the air, see the lightning/greensplosion, but Al won't be interacting directly with anyone at this moment. He's going home to angst. ;)]