Who: swordofthenorth and braided_icarus When: Evening, October 8th Where: Library Format: Prose to begin with What: Discussions about alchemy, death, the Door, and resurrection Warnings: None
Edward frowned as he made his way to the library. Hands in his pockets and his boots scuffing along the ground. That damned Forge. Why did they keep doing that to him, to others? Showing people memories, dreams. Some of that was private and Ed would not normally have told many, if any, the secret about the brother's attempt to bring back Trisha after her death. Of course, a few knew from home, but Ed would have rather kept it that way. Unfortunately it seemed the Forge had had other ideas. He sighed. At least one good thing had come of it, he supposed, if researching with Isley produced any results. He'd find out soon enough, he supposed, as he paused at the entrance to the library. He seemed to spend half his life researching in them, but if it helped Al back to normal then Ed would consider it worth it and then some. He entered, glancing around for a glimpse of Isley who he had come here to meet. Checking around the shelves, he finally caught sight of him and approached.
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