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[bloodseal_soul]

[A boy, tall, familiar, long and loose blond hair blowing in the wind, tossing around his face and wide, bright but steely eyes. His lips and jaw are set, determined, as if he's been through something similar before and couldn't be less guarded or unhappy with his predicament

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[ambergoldeyes]

*turns a corner around a building and... blinks*

...Al?

[bloodseal_soul]

[For a moment, dead silence, but then he stands his ground, drawing himself up to his full height. His fingers clutch the stuffed cat hard enough to leave his knuckles white.]

... before you come any closer. What's my favorite flavor of pie?

[ambergoldeyes]

*blinks again at the question* What...? Been kind of a long while since either of us had any kind of pie, but... You did always say you wanted some of Winry's apple pie...

*quirks an eyebrow at him, taking a step closer* You feeling okay?

[bloodseal_soul]

[As soon as Ed answers the question correctly, Al's stoic expression crumbles -- running the gamut of emotions, everything from fear to crushing sadness, confusion and worry, before finally settling on what he seems to be feeling most strongly -- relief. Before he says anything else, he closes the distance between them and pulls Ed into a strong hug. He'll be able to feel him shaking, a little.

But he's holding it together.]

...

I-I've had better days.

She's married to a Klingon; noticing scars is second nature...

[hot_spots]

-=looking harried; rushes up to Al when she sees him=-

Alphonse, you should head to the clinic. I think a lot of the new arrivals will need looked over because of the cold. They can't even give out proper...

-=Tails off as she gets a good look through the snow; voice drops a little=-

Alphonse, what happened to your eyebrow?

Ffff <3

[bloodseal_soul]

[His eyes widen; although his stance is ready, it's not aggresive. If anything, it's polite, if restrained confusion.

After a moment, he offers a shaky sort of smile, taking a deep breath. He knows how this works... he knows what to assume. But this is strange, the fact that he still remembers...]

A glancing bullet wound, quite a while ago.

... you have the right name, Miss. ... but I'm afraid I'm probably not exactly who you're looking for.

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[hot_spots]

Bullet...yesterday you...

[hot_spots]

-=a deep breath=-

You'll be looking for Midgard, then? That's where they're sending everyone coming through the gate today, it sounds like.

[dyausa_pita]

-=comes bouncing over=-

'Ey, bro! What-

-=skids to a halt, eyes going wide=-

De 'ell 'appened ta you, mon? De soldiers again?

[bloodseal_soul]

[Now, he's really starting to get a feeling for what returning folk must go through, with everyone claiming to know them. Al has to pause, studying the face, failing to find anything familiar.]

... no. I don't think I'm the person you're looking for. I only just got here.

[dyausa_pita]

Seriously?? But I just...

-=deflates=-

You really don' be rememberin' nuttin?

[bloodseal_soul]

[The display of such obvious disappointment is enough to make him feel... really bad.]

I-I'm sorry, I... don't.

You know Alphonse, though?

[general_mustang]

[His head tips just a little when he spots Alphonse. Not long here himself he stops, lifting up his a hand in a small wave.]

Alphonse?

[bloodseal_soul]

Colonel.

[The snow's still happening, but the Midgard building is warmer around them. Despite having settled in, Al's still holding onto the frayed sock cat, almost subconsciously.]

... I guess it makes sense. If my brother's here, that we'd have "you", too.

It's nice to see a familiar face.

[general_mustang]

[He nods once, eyes turning down to the sock with a sigh and then back up to him.]

Edward's here? How odd. I've seen Hawke, too.

[bloodseal_soul]

[Almost an electrical shock of recognition explodes through his eyes, and he takes several steps forwards.]

C-Colonel... you said Hawke?

You remember?

[willing_sheath]

[Still out and about with her bags--which she practically drops seeing him.]

Alphonse...?

[Moves over to him quickly, doing a good job of not falling in the snow or dropping her stuff.]

What... happened...?

[Oh bad feeling is baaaaaad]

[bloodseal_soul]

[Even so, he automatically reaches out a hand to steady her, making sure she won't fall or drop anything. Dropping things in this snow would not be fun.]

Ms. Tomoe...!

[She, at least, is a familiar face, though only just barely. He had trouble hunting up her name, but it did make him feel warmer towards her. From the way she looked at him, they must be close...]

I'm all right, don't worry.

[willing_sheath]

[blinks with a bit of confusion at the 'Ms'... Al hadn't added anything like that to her name for a long, long time.]

[She shakes her head, looking a bit cross with the dismissal, trying to balance the bags into one arm so she could reach out.]

What happened to your head--this wasn't there yesterday...

[bloodseal_soul]

[Al's face softens at the touch. There's something in her face, her eyes. She won't hurt him. ... she knows him, cares about him. Or at least, his other self.]

... I wasn't here yesterday either, if I remember correctly.