That mark our place; and in the sky [Incomplete]
Characters: Alphonse, Jonouchi, Machi, anyone they run into?
Setting: Grand Room -> Maid's Hallway -> Old Bedroom
Time: Day 004, lunch time/early afternoon
Summary: Stuff :<
Warnings: Awkwardness and traumaz
So far, it seemed, Alphonse had no luck - he had spent quite a bit of the morning wandering around, looking for one of two people. Either Lorenzo or Edward - if he found either he would be satisfied with the search, and yet...so far neither of the men had shown up for him. But then again, searching was a tedious task to do, when one couldn't see, and when one was in a house that was still largely strange and unfamiliar, in the long run.
Stumbling and feeling his way around was annoying, but necessary as he had continued looking for one of the two he would have liked to find. Never mind that the only way he could actually locate either was if they saw or heard him and spoke up, so far all he knew they had narrowly missed each other a number of times, by now.
...because there was no way either of them were hurt, right?
He shook the thoughts away as he moved toward the Grand Room. He was tired, and a bit hungry, and figured that he might have a better chance of finding his brother if he took another 'look' over in the area where he and Edward had been staying before - the room off the hallway on the other side of the greenhouse...that it certainly felt like weeks since he had visited it. He hoped it wouldn't be too much trouble to navigate the greenhouse and then the hallway, with his current state -
But as he entered the Grand Room, taking steps quickly and confidently (at least considering) toward the centre, he paused. There was...music. Someone was playing the piano. He quickly remembered his first little bit inside the house, to the boy at the piano that had seemed mad at him... but he shook the thought away. He hadn't seen that boy again, since, so what were the chances, now? Still, he had no other guesses as to what the source of the instrument was, he just didn't know, for certain, on the who. He turned a bit more in the direction of the instrument (or where it sounded to be, which fit fairly well with how he remembered the room looking, in the past), unsure of if he should say anything, at first - before he spoke, just enough to attract some attention, but nervous nonetheless.
"Ex-excuse me...?"
Setting: Grand Room -> Maid's Hallway -> Old Bedroom
Time: Day 004, lunch time/early afternoon
Summary: Stuff :<
Warnings: Awkwardness and traumaz
So far, it seemed, Alphonse had no luck - he had spent quite a bit of the morning wandering around, looking for one of two people. Either Lorenzo or Edward - if he found either he would be satisfied with the search, and yet...so far neither of the men had shown up for him. But then again, searching was a tedious task to do, when one couldn't see, and when one was in a house that was still largely strange and unfamiliar, in the long run.
Stumbling and feeling his way around was annoying, but necessary as he had continued looking for one of the two he would have liked to find. Never mind that the only way he could actually locate either was if they saw or heard him and spoke up, so far all he knew they had narrowly missed each other a number of times, by now.
...because there was no way either of them were hurt, right?
He shook the thoughts away as he moved toward the Grand Room. He was tired, and a bit hungry, and figured that he might have a better chance of finding his brother if he took another 'look' over in the area where he and Edward had been staying before - the room off the hallway on the other side of the greenhouse...that it certainly felt like weeks since he had visited it. He hoped it wouldn't be too much trouble to navigate the greenhouse and then the hallway, with his current state -
But as he entered the Grand Room, taking steps quickly and confidently (at least considering) toward the centre, he paused. There was...music. Someone was playing the piano. He quickly remembered his first little bit inside the house, to the boy at the piano that had seemed mad at him... but he shook the thought away. He hadn't seen that boy again, since, so what were the chances, now? Still, he had no other guesses as to what the source of the instrument was, he just didn't know, for certain, on the who. He turned a bit more in the direction of the instrument (or where it sounded to be, which fit fairly well with how he remembered the room looking, in the past), unsure of if he should say anything, at first - before he spoke, just enough to attract some attention, but nervous nonetheless.
"Ex-excuse me...?"