[CLOSED] 1st memory: hearing and sight
Characters: Fullmetal/Alphonse Elric rustyarmor
Date/Time: BACKDATED to November 1st
Location: Fullmetal's apartment
Rating: PG
Summary: Fullmetal finally receives a memory sphere, but does he want it... ?
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Fullmetal stretched his arms above his head, letting his body arch backwards a little. It felt nice to finally get home! After work he'd gone to the market to pick up a few groceries and see one or two people. He liked to be kept busy, but being able to relax at the end of the day was certainly nice as well.
He moved over to the counter and began removing his various purchases from their brown paper bags, lumping similar types together. Apples, oranges, and assorted berries went in one group. Pasta, rice, and bread in another group. Some treats for the cats, a few new towels, and the orb were in yet another group-- Orb? Fullmetal picked the object up again and held it up to his face, examining the foreign thing. He checked the bag he'd pulled it out of again, finding a small piece of paper at the bottom. The message scrawled across it left no room for interpretation. He was to enjoy the memory (this part worried him) and bring 'appropriate payment' (this part worried him even more) to the race track at 1:30AM, three days after receiving the memory sphere.
He was about to put the sphere down and grab his journal to ask if anyone else had experienced anything similar when his apartment disappeared abruptly.
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He was standing in a monstrous, dim room. Standing a few feet in front of him was a boy with braided blond hair, his age difficult to judge from behind. He himself seemed to tower over the boy. The only light in the room was coming from two large lamps hanging on one wall. In between them stood a portly man wearing a priests clothes, by his side a seemingly terrified young woman. For the most part, however, his attention was focused on the man. He had something… something they were looking for.
“I see, so that’s it.” The man began to speak, his voice full of superiority and disdain. “It’s no longer any wonder why a kid like you should bear the stern-sounding title of ‘Fullmetal’.” He turned to the girl, who by now was in a semi-catatonic state. “Rose, alchemy forbids the transmutation of gold. At the same time, there is one other inherently forbidden practice, and that is human transmutation! The alchemy… of human transmutation. You miserable, foolish kids! You dabbled in human transmutation without knowing its penalties, didn’t you!?”
Suddenly his own voice burst forth, angered by the stranger’s words. Something about it sounded odd, as though it were coming from far off, or inside of something. “No we didn’t! We--”
Before his could finish, he was cut off by the blond boy in front of him. “Al!” It was all he needed to say; anger was clear in his voice.
After a few moments passed in silence, he continued, although his voice was quieter and more reserved. “We just wanted…” His mind was filled with images of two blond boys, possibly around 5 and 6, causing mayhem everywhere they went. In the background there was always a woman. She looked somewhat frazzled by the boy’s antics, but there was great concern and love in her eyes as well. Quite suddenly the happy images were gone, replaced by an image of the two boys sitting in front of a grave. “We just wanted to see our mom’s smiling face one more time…”
“But you failed!” The priest rebutted, his voice seething with contempt for the two boys now standing before him. They were both quiet for a moment, their heads bowed. They certainly weren’t going to take any pride in what they’d done.
His companion broke the silence, his voice filled with a reserved anger. “Yeah. My brother lost his body, and I lost my left leg and right arm. This is what happens when two people try to bring a person back to life.” He turned to the frightened young woman now, raising his right arm as he spoke. It wasn’t a pink fleshy arm, but a sleek metallic one. “Rose, this is what it takes to bring someone back to life. Are you prepared to go through it!?”
Before Rose could respond, the priest placed a hand on her shoulder, smiling at her reassuringly. “There is no need for concern. I have received this Philosopher’s Stone from Leto. And besides,” at this point he cast a sideways glance at the two boys, something sinister gleaming in his eyes, “I am not inexperienced, the way they were.”
The boy with the metal arm wasted no time in rebuking the older man. “Don’t be ridiculous! No matter what you offer in return, there are some things that can’t be done!
“Then why do you want the Philosopher’s Stone?” As he spoke, the priest raised his left hand. On it was a ring with a small red stone in the centre; a stone that could perform “miracles”. “You think that if you had this, you could bring about your mom’s transmutation, right?”
The braided boy wasted no time in responding. “You’ve got it wrong, baldy. We just want to get our original bodies back. That is, if we can get them back.”
Again he heard the voice that sounded like his only a little different, this time much more direct and even a little demanding. “We’ll ask you one more time: Please give us the Philosopher’s Stone.” He had raised an arm as he spoke, putting it forward as if expecting the priest to place the ring in his hand. His arm, as well, wasn't fleshy looking; it was large and metallic.
“State Alchemist, may the wrath of God befall you.” The priest smiled cruelly, his ill-intent very clear.
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As suddenly as it had started, the memory was over. Fullmetal stood silently for who knew how long, staring at the sphere in disbelief.
"No... no..." He began quietly. "That can't be everything! Show me again! SHOW ME WHAT HAPPENS!" He yelled at the thing, squeezing it tightly in his hand. How could he have "enjoyed" that? It left him with far more questions than it answered. The other boy had called him "Al", and the priest had called the other boy "Fullmetal". Had he been going around calling himself by another's name? And their bodies, why--
He realized very suddenly what had seemed so strange about him in the memory. He remembered when he'd been born, Throne mentioned that he was "always wearing a suit of armour." Then later Arrow had mentioned he'd "been" a suit of armour. At the time he hadn't fully understood what either of them had meant. Arrow's words had disturbed him, but he had decided to let it go. Now he understood. Arrow had meant what he said quite literally; he'd actually been an entire suit of armour before, with no body inside of it. His mind raced back to what his companion had said in the memory. "My brother lost his body." Was the blond boy his brother?
His body collapsed in upon itself until he was left kneeling on his kitchen floor. Lucky trotted over and began bumping his head into Fullmetal's side, meowing loudly for attention. He patted the cat absently, his mind still trying to wrap itself around what he'd seen. He wanted to go back inside the memory, to be able to ask the braided boy what was going on, who he was, what had happened to them...
Date/Time: BACKDATED to November 1st
Location: Fullmetal's apartment
Rating: PG
Summary: Fullmetal finally receives a memory sphere, but does he want it... ?
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Fullmetal stretched his arms above his head, letting his body arch backwards a little. It felt nice to finally get home! After work he'd gone to the market to pick up a few groceries and see one or two people. He liked to be kept busy, but being able to relax at the end of the day was certainly nice as well.
He moved over to the counter and began removing his various purchases from their brown paper bags, lumping similar types together. Apples, oranges, and assorted berries went in one group. Pasta, rice, and bread in another group. Some treats for the cats, a few new towels, and the orb were in yet another group-- Orb? Fullmetal picked the object up again and held it up to his face, examining the foreign thing. He checked the bag he'd pulled it out of again, finding a small piece of paper at the bottom. The message scrawled across it left no room for interpretation. He was to enjoy the memory (this part worried him) and bring 'appropriate payment' (this part worried him even more) to the race track at 1:30AM, three days after receiving the memory sphere.
He was about to put the sphere down and grab his journal to ask if anyone else had experienced anything similar when his apartment disappeared abruptly.
------
He was standing in a monstrous, dim room. Standing a few feet in front of him was a boy with braided blond hair, his age difficult to judge from behind. He himself seemed to tower over the boy. The only light in the room was coming from two large lamps hanging on one wall. In between them stood a portly man wearing a priests clothes, by his side a seemingly terrified young woman. For the most part, however, his attention was focused on the man. He had something… something they were looking for.
“I see, so that’s it.” The man began to speak, his voice full of superiority and disdain. “It’s no longer any wonder why a kid like you should bear the stern-sounding title of ‘Fullmetal’.” He turned to the girl, who by now was in a semi-catatonic state. “Rose, alchemy forbids the transmutation of gold. At the same time, there is one other inherently forbidden practice, and that is human transmutation! The alchemy… of human transmutation. You miserable, foolish kids! You dabbled in human transmutation without knowing its penalties, didn’t you!?”
Suddenly his own voice burst forth, angered by the stranger’s words. Something about it sounded odd, as though it were coming from far off, or inside of something. “No we didn’t! We--”
Before his could finish, he was cut off by the blond boy in front of him. “Al!” It was all he needed to say; anger was clear in his voice.
After a few moments passed in silence, he continued, although his voice was quieter and more reserved. “We just wanted…” His mind was filled with images of two blond boys, possibly around 5 and 6, causing mayhem everywhere they went. In the background there was always a woman. She looked somewhat frazzled by the boy’s antics, but there was great concern and love in her eyes as well. Quite suddenly the happy images were gone, replaced by an image of the two boys sitting in front of a grave. “We just wanted to see our mom’s smiling face one more time…”
“But you failed!” The priest rebutted, his voice seething with contempt for the two boys now standing before him. They were both quiet for a moment, their heads bowed. They certainly weren’t going to take any pride in what they’d done.
His companion broke the silence, his voice filled with a reserved anger. “Yeah. My brother lost his body, and I lost my left leg and right arm. This is what happens when two people try to bring a person back to life.” He turned to the frightened young woman now, raising his right arm as he spoke. It wasn’t a pink fleshy arm, but a sleek metallic one. “Rose, this is what it takes to bring someone back to life. Are you prepared to go through it!?”
Before Rose could respond, the priest placed a hand on her shoulder, smiling at her reassuringly. “There is no need for concern. I have received this Philosopher’s Stone from Leto. And besides,” at this point he cast a sideways glance at the two boys, something sinister gleaming in his eyes, “I am not inexperienced, the way they were.”
The boy with the metal arm wasted no time in rebuking the older man. “Don’t be ridiculous! No matter what you offer in return, there are some things that can’t be done!
“Then why do you want the Philosopher’s Stone?” As he spoke, the priest raised his left hand. On it was a ring with a small red stone in the centre; a stone that could perform “miracles”. “You think that if you had this, you could bring about your mom’s transmutation, right?”
The braided boy wasted no time in responding. “You’ve got it wrong, baldy. We just want to get our original bodies back. That is, if we can get them back.”
Again he heard the voice that sounded like his only a little different, this time much more direct and even a little demanding. “We’ll ask you one more time: Please give us the Philosopher’s Stone.” He had raised an arm as he spoke, putting it forward as if expecting the priest to place the ring in his hand. His arm, as well, wasn't fleshy looking; it was large and metallic.
“State Alchemist, may the wrath of God befall you.” The priest smiled cruelly, his ill-intent very clear.
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As suddenly as it had started, the memory was over. Fullmetal stood silently for who knew how long, staring at the sphere in disbelief.
"No... no..." He began quietly. "That can't be everything! Show me again! SHOW ME WHAT HAPPENS!" He yelled at the thing, squeezing it tightly in his hand. How could he have "enjoyed" that? It left him with far more questions than it answered. The other boy had called him "Al", and the priest had called the other boy "Fullmetal". Had he been going around calling himself by another's name? And their bodies, why--
He realized very suddenly what had seemed so strange about him in the memory. He remembered when he'd been born, Throne mentioned that he was "always wearing a suit of armour." Then later Arrow had mentioned he'd "been" a suit of armour. At the time he hadn't fully understood what either of them had meant. Arrow's words had disturbed him, but he had decided to let it go. Now he understood. Arrow had meant what he said quite literally; he'd actually been an entire suit of armour before, with no body inside of it. His mind raced back to what his companion had said in the memory. "My brother lost his body." Was the blond boy his brother?
His body collapsed in upon itself until he was left kneeling on his kitchen floor. Lucky trotted over and began bumping his head into Fullmetal's side, meowing loudly for attention. He patted the cat absently, his mind still trying to wrap itself around what he'd seen. He wanted to go back inside the memory, to be able to ask the braided boy what was going on, who he was, what had happened to them...