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[soulalchemistal]

Who: Alphonse Elric [soulalchemistal] and Yuffie Kisaragi [materia_queen]
What: Al is still searching for his brother, when the rain comes and he meets…
Where: In the tenements area.
When: During the bloody rainstorm ^^
Rating: Uh, G? Except for blood falling from the sky >_>
Open: Nope

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[materia_queen]

"What in the name of Leviathan is this?!"

Yuffie cried out, running as fast as she could in the direction of the tenements. Blood was slowly drenching her clothes, as she ran, droplets hitting her face. She spat on the ground, trying to get the taste of iron and gore out of her mouth.

Finally, she paused for breath under the protruding ledge of a building. Leaning against it, she tried to wipe the blood off her face and out of her eyes. Able to see relatively clearly again, she looked up and spotted a blonde boy who appeared to have the same dilemma and was looking for shelter.

"Oi! Kid! Over here~" She called out to him, hoping he heard her through the rain.

[soulalchemistal]

Blood. Everywhere.

He could remember it. Martel's screams. King Bradley's sword sinking into her body. Silence.

Blood. Inside of him. Martel's blood. Silence.

Some shouts disrupted his thoughts. He turned around quickly and saw a girl standing nearby. It seemed that she wanted Al to go where she was. Having no other option, the boy ran towards her.

After he reached the building, Alphonse thought it would be nice to get the substance off his coat. He clapped his hands and the characteristic blue light flashed. After a few seconds, his clothes were clean, as if he had never stained them. He looked at the girl next to him and smiled with concern. "Strange, isn't it?" he said.

[materia_queen]

Yuffie stood for a moment, gawking at the boy's suddenly shiny, clean, blood-free coat. Looking back up as the boy addressed her, she snapped back to her senses, turning her attention back to the bloody downpour outside.

"Gross is more like it. Eugh. I've never seen anything like this happen before," she commented, making a face. "Only in this city, i suppose. They seem to like fiddling with the weather."

She paused, wringing some of the blood out of her hair before it dried. Cringing at the state of her clothes (she hadn't exactly thought to bring a lot of clothing before being dumped here), she gestured at them before talking to the blonde.

"Uhhh.. do you think you can.. you know, do that flashy thing and get this stuff off me too?" She asked, smiling sheepishly.