Responsibility? [Closed, Incomplete]

[nixe_eva]

WHO: Edward Elric (ohshitnotmilk), Iggy (blind_bomber), and Max (nixe_eva)
WHAT: Another log for Ed Fixing a roof
WHERE: House #330
WHEN: Day 199

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[ohshitnotmilk]

Ed looked at the shingles and the nails as he took them from her hands. Well, he supposed they'd do. Equivalent exchange, right? Looked like they would do. Suddenly, he felt glad for the white gloves with the transmutation circle on the back of his hand; they made his alchemy easier; he could still only fix a broken glass without a transmutation circle. Not very handy, in his opinion. But he needed gloves to hide his prosthetic hand, so it worked in the end.

"Shouldn't be too hard." He walked around the edge of the roof, assessing the damage. No holes he could see, but that just meant there were simple little leaks. Just enough to be noticed and clearly annoy Max. "I mean, just small holes..." He shrugged, tossing the bag of shingles and nails to the center of the roof

[nixe_eva]

It didn't matter that Max had seen it in action before, Alphonse in the jungle, it still amazed her. The fact that this could happen, even if there was no visible outcome, went against what she had accepted as truths, even those truths that had been thrown out the window here. She kept quiet, partially because she was still amazed, and partially because she knew it required concentration.

She stood up, a half-smile on her face. "That's efficient. Is it really..." She trailed off. She knew Al didn't consider it magic, and it was entirely likely Ed didn't either. She shrugged. "Logical? Al said it was..." A frown. "I guess I'm used to "magic"," the word earned air quotes, "You know? Alchemy..." She grinned, though it was entirely teasing, "Is not very useful on my Earth."

Max glanced at the roof, "Iggy probably has hot stuff made by now." Idly, she wondered what he had made, then she decided it didn't really matter, because it was rainy, and she wanted food, as always.

[ohshitnotmilk]

He looked over at Max when he heard her speak. He shrugged a little, a bright grin spreading out across his face. "It's all got it's laws, y'know. Like Equivalent Exchange. I'd have never been able to fix the roof without those shingles. Equal trade."

As she continued, he merely shrugged a little, fixing his hair so it wasn't plastered to his face. "It's logical; there's just a lot of theory behind it. It would take hours to explain; maybe you'd be better off thinking it wasn't logical." He sighed, pushing himself up to his feet with a small yawn. He stretched his arms high over his head, turning to move to where the ladder was when his foot slipped and caught the gutter; flailing his arms and screaming profanities didn't help either, as his flailing arms just sent him right over the edge of the roof and to the ground with a splash of water and a loud thump.

All he could do was groan; looking up at the cloudy sky as he tried to make sure his prosthetic limbs still worked.

[nixe_eva]

She nodded, it was about the same response Al had given when she'd asked about it. All the same, she tried not to be offended he thought she couldn't handle it, after all, she wasn't here to pick a fight with him, and he had just fixed her roof in a fraction of the time it would've taken her. By the rules she'd learned here, that meant she was supposed to be-

Crap. He fell off the roof. Max slid down to the edge, grasping it and working her way down the ladder, sliding down the last couple of rungs. He didn't look hurt, but who knew what internal injuries he'd suffered. She frowned, kneeling beside him. "Um. Are you... 'okay' sound stupid. Don't lie and tell me you're fine because you just fell off my roof."

[blind_bomber]

None of the conversation had been audible to Iggy - nor the crackling of the transmutation, which was probably a good thing, as it might have startled him - over the rain, so he was perfectly content to stand at the stove, stirring and taste-testing occasionally.

The screams, however, and the following thump were quite audible, and Iggy straightened with a start, hardly noticing when the liquid in the pot he was currently stirring splashed onto his hand, creating a small round burn.

It didn't make sense, but his mind automatically found the worst possible scenario, and the wooden spoon clattered to the floor as he spun on his heel and made for the door, moving more quickly than he had ever allowed himself to before - not entirely comfortable with the layout of the house, but that was unimportant now - calling for his flock mate.

"Max! Max!"

He burst out of the door into the rain, turning back towards the house and cursing his blindness.

"Max!"