[Have an angry Li'l Winry staring up at the Winry the community knows.]

No! I can't get married to Ed!

Why not?

I said I wouldn't marry someone shorter than me!

Oh, geeze...he gets taller! I promise! I'll introduce you, if you want. [Aside, almost under her breath.] I'll be happy when the is virus is over.

[OOC: Green Font = Li'l Winry; ( Read more... )

[The scene is of Winry. She's positioning her communication device, glancing over her shoulder. Her expression is...confused, to say the least. She looks back at the screen, then behind her again, and straightens up, dusting her hands on her thighs. She's wearing a pair of coveralls, the sleeves tied around her waist, and a zip-up bra in black ( Read more... )

[Edward is leaning over a counter in Risembool, filling out a form. He signs his name with a flourish and signs his name in a big thick book before handing the pen over to Winry, grinning brightly ( Read more... )

[Envy appears to be inside a dimly lit storage shed of some sort. There is ramshackle furniture strewn about. The floor is covered in dirt and grit, except for a spot in the center where Envy is squatting, surrounded by various old tomes opened to reveal complex diagrams and geometrical shapes, many of which should appear familiar to those schooled ( Read more... )

[The scene opens with a blue sky, and spins around suddenly, showing a big golden eye, and a gap-toothed smile ( Read more... )

[The screen shows the interior of a hotel room, one that might be familiar to the community as the room Edward Elric's been holed up in. There are books everywhere, and glitter, and streamers still dangling from the slow-moving ceiling fan ( Read more... )

My body is slowly breaking down, and there's nothing I can do to stop it. The draining of my Philosopher's Stone core and the battle against the Father has placed too much of a strain on me. Eventually, my cells will no longer be able to regenerate, and I will die. I can already feel the effects weakening me, slowly but surely...

I don't know how ( Read more... )

It was a lovely evening, the stars were out and there was a nice breeze. Edward leaned against the railing of Winry's balcony, in a nice tank top. He'd healed up alright, well enough that he wasn't bandaged anymore. Al was on his mind, and a few other things. He looked out at the rolling hills, his eyes shadowed with thought ( Read more... )

( The first video apology )

( Cut for length )