[ log: ed + al ]

[transmutates]

[ It's mid-day, sometime between Kiyoha's many engagements, and Ed's making his way towards the market to pick up a few items he'll need. After over a month in Ukiyo, he's gotten used to the feel of wooden sandals under his feet as they clack against cobbles as well as the strange and restrictive feel of a yukata. This time, at least, he's managed

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[alkahestry]

[The last few days have been nothing but a blur for him. The last thing Alphonse can remember is finding his Brother on the platform of Central City's Train Station. He clearly recalls Jerso and Zampano boarding the train seconds before the the conductor's begun to announce their final boarding calls. He remembers the heat from the steam engines and the smell of coal, he had dressed warmly for the summer but even the light sweat that clung to his skin was not enough to make his lose his spirits

[transmutates]

[ Mixed in with the other sounds of the busy street, the awkward clatter of wooden sandals belonging to one wholly unused to them goes unnoticed to Ed. It's not what catches his attention either. Instead, it's the glint of gold hair, so much like his own, in the corner of his eye. Were he still in Munich, he might've ignored that too. Blond hair was not uncommon. But the profile of the young man makes Ed turn to get a better look.

Alfonse? His roommate from Germany certainly couldn't be here in Ukiyo, could he? Had he been dragged to this world too

[alkahestry]

[The ground beneath his feet is more unforgiving than the sandals themselves. Left, right, left, right. Every two steps he has to stop to apologize to some poor passerby as he crosses their path or collides with them slightly.]

Excuse me. Pardon me! Excuse me. It's almost like being back in my armor again.

[He sighs in embarrassment as he takes another careful few steps that finally bring him to a stop on the street corner. He takes a moment to tighten the koshi-himo of his dark blue yukata and before he has the chance to cross the street the cry of Alfonse catches his attention.

His body reacts for him, turning around while his mind attempts to catch up. When it does though, his golden eyes light up like stars. I know that voice.]

Edward?

[Louder now. He's torn between laughing and crying. Why must you be so short, Ed? He can barely find you in the crowd.]

Brother?!

[transmutates]

[ That one word. That one that he's missed hearing for over two years now is what stops Ed in his tracks. He'd expected Alfonse, not his own sibling, and the shock is evident in his features. So many emotions overwhelm him at once and he's caught somewhere between relief and anger. Finally, after all the doubt and fear and worry and questioning, he can see before him the result of the transmutation he'd preformed. And he doesn't even give thought to how the young man before him doesn't quite fit the descriptions he'd been given by Aya, by Naruto, and by Suzaku. Surely they were just a bit confused and it doesn't matter because he's looking at Al. Not Al bound to a suit of armor, but the Al he worked so hard to restore. In the flesh