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Sometimes it isn't about logic

Aug 04, 2011 01:25

Characters: Fon Master Ion and Alphonse Elric
When: After Luke and the Amazing Guy arrive
Where: Solve
Rating: G?
Summary: Ion has asked Al to keep secrets. Now he owes Al an explanation.

( House Fabre has very stupid genes )

ion, alphonse elric

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bloodseal_soul August 4 2011, 08:33:12 UTC

Al was sitting at his desk chair. His room was a neat place, though the furniture inside looked as though it belonged in a very old, very elegant house, the bedposts even carved with birds and ivy.

Only his desk was messy, covered in several journals, ink bottles, quills, and lots of books and papers covered in mathematical equations and complex transmutation circles.

"Of course, come on in. Are you sure you're all right? You look really worried."

daath_vader August 4 2011, 08:40:26 UTC

The desk and its contents recieved a curious look from Ion. At another time, under other circumstances, such materials would be of keen interest to the young Fon Master. But right now his visit was not about scholarly pursuit. He entered, shutting the door behind him and offering Al a smile, as if to ease both their worries.

"Yes. I am just sorry to trouble you with my selfish request. May I ask what you know about Luke's circumstances? You said you weren't close, but you mentioned other things as well." He stepped into the room, footfalls soft and light as he approached Al's desk.

bloodseal_soul August 4 2011, 09:04:00 UTC

"Ah, I only have the desk chair to sit- here."

Al got up, rolling the chair over near the bed and patting the seat, before settling himself on his bed, legs crossed.

"It's not selfish, Ion. It's okay. I..." gosh, what did he remember? "I remember that he was a fighter, or an adventurer of some sort... and I think his friend's name was Asch? I'm not sure."

A small shrug.

"And the bit about being a replica."

daath_vader August 4 2011, 09:16:12 UTC

"I don't need--!" Ion started to protest, then stopped, accepted the seat with a nod and a slight bow of appreciation. They might be talking for a little while. "Thank you."

Folding his hands in his lap, posture upright and correct, Ion listened to Al. Where should he start from there? There was so much and surely it wouldn't be fair to burden Al with all of it. He'd touch on the relevant points about Luke, then ( ... )

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