[When the feed clicks on there is nothing but a roaring fire to be seen as the owner of the device fiddles with the machines functions. For a moment the image zooms in and then out and then everything goes blurry again as the common room spins into view. For a second the screen is filled with the image of a dirty blond haired boy with brown eyes,
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[ Huffs, mostly because he'd rather throw the stick away and punch the person he's fighting on the nose. ]
Hey, I sometimes try to take care of it!
[ But the thought of Winry makes him quickly sober. Leaving her behind like that... he hopes she won't be mad. ]
But, they... have this stuff that regrows bones, the lady said.
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[Except for turning a mouse into a snuff box, that was absolutely pointless. A small chuckle escapes his lips as Edward protests but he can not help blinking when Edward mentions the whole part about regrowing bones. That meant...]
.... Brother?
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I'm gonna tell her no.
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But - NO - why!?
[From the start of all this, that's all they've ever tried to do. Restore one another, and restoring Edward's limbs - it was something wanted to do and had personally sacrificed to do. He just can not understand why Edward would say no.]
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Al. This is all we got left of our world. I kinda want to keep it as a reminder. [ A slight pause. ] 'Sides... it's kinda handy and getting used to real limbs again would just be a pain.
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...Brother.
[Quietly his fingers reach around beneath him, finding Edward's automail hand and taking it into his own. Those metal fingers are flexed ever so slowly by his own real ones. They're so cold... compared to the other that rests on his other side.]
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C'mon, Al. It's not so bad. Besides. I got all that I wanted, so it's okay like this.
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Still... after everything...
[I owe you something. Anything. Of course, the fact that Edward is even talking about his return being what he wanted.]
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I'm just glad I got to see you again, Al. And, hey, this is far better than the stuff I had to use in Munich. Between you and me, our old man's not very good at building automail.
[ Manages an awkward grin, hoping to reassure his brother a bit more. ]
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And yes, he's pouting just a little.]
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So, you think we could find a way to sneak into the kitchens later on?
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The question from Edward only earns a more pronounced stare.]
Are you kidding? How can you even be hungry after all that food that they had out at dinner?
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I can't help it! Besides, a trip out might give us a better idea of the castle layout. I hear the head janitor guy has a pet cat.
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[A pause. He's shifting on the couch so he set down the books and pull out a few pieces of parchment. On the couch he starts piecing them together in odd shapes for Ed to see. He begins to point and talk again.]
-- here, here, and here. Trying to work out points from which I left off last so I keep things in perspective. The kitchens are going to be on the lower levels... probably closer to the Hufflepuff and Slytherin dorms. We'll have a lot of patrol paths to get past and even then I'm not sure where they are and yes, Mr. Filch has a pet cat, her name is Mrs. Norris. She's here at the moment, with my second suit of armor. Seems like she's fairly smart, but she doesn't quite know what to make of me yet - at least not when I'm combined with an inanimate object.
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Our jailors are pretty tough, aren't they? Good work, Al. I think, once we can get the whole thing mapped out, it might give us a better idea of the patterns the teachers employ. If there was a way we could combine what your armor sees with the map at all times, it'd be even better.
But the cat though... It's just a cat, right? What's she gonna do if we run into her? I'm more worried about bumping into that damn Peeves.
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