dream 002 ⊕ When we were young
Effects: Feeling of happiness, childish innocence, all that good stuff. He's 3 the entire dream~ Al doesn't notice this, so you may not as well, but there is a naked boy (who looks like he hasn't eaten, bathed, etc. in years) sitting in the shadows watching everything. Those who are paying really good attention might notice him and those with especially good perception might even realize that the boy looks like Al. But most people probably won't even realize he's there.
Note: As always, Al has blacked out somewhere in the middle of the day quite suddenly. Note if it'll be action, otherwise I'll assume it's via dreamberry! If you decide to lift up his armor to take a look, Al'll be waking up just in time to stop you~
Location: This time, a few feet from his apartment complex (Zephry Point Complex; Somni 2nd District)
It's late, and Alphonse is rushing back home from delivering a pot of flowers. It'd taken particularly long due to the fact that he'd brought Casspir with him, and had to spend quite a while attempting to keep the orange cat from eating his delivery.
Seeing the apartment complex up ahead, Al quickens his pace. But then, something starts to feel off. "Oh, not aga..." he manages before collapsing onto the sidewalk. The orange cat that had been sitting on his shoulders manages to jump off right before he hits the pavement and lets out a loud hiss.
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[ Act 1 ]
"Won't Dad get mad...?"
"Don't worry," 4 year old Edward says confidently, already reaching for a book in the highest shelf his small stature could allow him to grab. "He can't do anything about it if he's not around."
3 year old Alphonse hesitates for a brief second before stepping into the room as well. He makes his way toward a pile of books sitting on the ground and picks one of them up. "Ed, what is al-ca-mee?"
"Don't worry," Ed says again, head buried in the book in his hands. "I'll teach you all about it."
[ Act 2 ]
"No, no Al," Edward says patiently, wiping a bit of the chalk from the floor. "You don't draw that line there, you're supposed to draw a curve there. Look," he holds out the book for Alphonse to see.
"Oh," Alphonse wrinkles his nose as he tries to get a closer look at the diagram. He stares at it for a minute, then turns back toward the transmutation circle he'd been drawing on the ground. "Dad had really messy handwriting, didn't he?"
Edward doesn't answer as he busies himself with drawing his own side of the diagram.
[ Act 3 ]
"We did it!" Alphonse is running excitedly in circles around a small horse that protrudes out of the floorboards. "Look, look Ed! We transmuted something!"
Edward remains seated on the ground, but he can't help but laugh. "Yes, yes Al. We really did." He shoots his brother a grin. "Didn't I tell ya it would be a piece of cake?"
"What are you boys doing in here?" Both boys freeze in place at the sound of a voice. Two guilty pair of eyes turn toward the woman standing by the door.
"You're not mad, are you, Mommy?" Al asks.
The woman laughs. "No, of course not." She walks toward them and kneels down to their level, examining the small, wooden horse. "It looks beautiful." She gives them both a smile and reaches out to ruffle their hair. "You two are truly your father's boys."
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Casspir paws at the giant armor in front of him, unsure what to do. Slowly, Alphonse regains consciousness. This time, he remains sprawled on the ground.
Note: As always, Al has blacked out somewhere in the middle of the day quite suddenly. Note if it'll be action, otherwise I'll assume it's via dreamberry! If you decide to lift up his armor to take a look, Al'll be waking up just in time to stop you~
Location: This time, a few feet from his apartment complex (Zephry Point Complex; Somni 2nd District)
It's late, and Alphonse is rushing back home from delivering a pot of flowers. It'd taken particularly long due to the fact that he'd brought Casspir with him, and had to spend quite a while attempting to keep the orange cat from eating his delivery.
Seeing the apartment complex up ahead, Al quickens his pace. But then, something starts to feel off. "Oh, not aga..." he manages before collapsing onto the sidewalk. The orange cat that had been sitting on his shoulders manages to jump off right before he hits the pavement and lets out a loud hiss.
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[ Act 1 ]
"Won't Dad get mad...?"
"Don't worry," 4 year old Edward says confidently, already reaching for a book in the highest shelf his small stature could allow him to grab. "He can't do anything about it if he's not around."
3 year old Alphonse hesitates for a brief second before stepping into the room as well. He makes his way toward a pile of books sitting on the ground and picks one of them up. "Ed, what is al-ca-mee?"
"Don't worry," Ed says again, head buried in the book in his hands. "I'll teach you all about it."
[ Act 2 ]
"No, no Al," Edward says patiently, wiping a bit of the chalk from the floor. "You don't draw that line there, you're supposed to draw a curve there. Look," he holds out the book for Alphonse to see.
"Oh," Alphonse wrinkles his nose as he tries to get a closer look at the diagram. He stares at it for a minute, then turns back toward the transmutation circle he'd been drawing on the ground. "Dad had really messy handwriting, didn't he?"
Edward doesn't answer as he busies himself with drawing his own side of the diagram.
[ Act 3 ]
"We did it!" Alphonse is running excitedly in circles around a small horse that protrudes out of the floorboards. "Look, look Ed! We transmuted something!"
Edward remains seated on the ground, but he can't help but laugh. "Yes, yes Al. We really did." He shoots his brother a grin. "Didn't I tell ya it would be a piece of cake?"
"What are you boys doing in here?" Both boys freeze in place at the sound of a voice. Two guilty pair of eyes turn toward the woman standing by the door.
"You're not mad, are you, Mommy?" Al asks.
The woman laughs. "No, of course not." She walks toward them and kneels down to their level, examining the small, wooden horse. "It looks beautiful." She gives them both a smile and reaches out to ruffle their hair. "You two are truly your father's boys."
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Casspir paws at the giant armor in front of him, unsure what to do. Slowly, Alphonse regains consciousness. This time, he remains sprawled on the ground.