I haven't read Hexwood yet, actually. So! FmA with Winry and Izumi instead!
...This is basically Northern Exposure. With alchemy.
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“Is there a problem, Doctor Rockbell?” the bureaucrat across the desk asked, in a tone that implied very strongly that, with all the money they’d spent training the newly minted Doctor Winry Rockbell, there had better not be.
“No, not a problem,” Winry said, because she knew exactly how much had been spent on her schooling, “But I’m not sure I’m properly packed. Clarge’s Pass is a lot further north than I’d been led to expect
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The café was warm. It was red brick warm and fire light warm and heavy old wood furniture warm. Winry let the young man settle her down at a table by the fire and bring her the promised hot chocolate. “Boss says she wants to meet you,” he said, “But she’s cooking just at the moment, so just sit tight, yeah?”
“Just sit tight,” Winry agreed, and when he’d bustled away, she got out her letter to Ed and Al, and wrote:
My escort wasn’t much of a conversationalist, but he showed me the office and helped me start the unpacking. Everything’s in boxes, really, but it’s inside under cover, which is good. There’s a flat for me over the office. I don’t know how warm it’ll be when winter comes: I hope it’ll be warm, I’ve never wanted to be a surgeonsicle!
Mr. Curtis was really nice. I think he’s just shy. Or quiet, maybe. “Doctor Rockbell
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Giraud shook his head. “Yes, she is the product of computer modeling, but Ariane Mark II herself is not a computer model. She is a genuine intelligence, a full recreation of the original Ariane A.I.” He smiled and spread his hands. “What we did once by accident, we can surely do again by design - and we have done it. Ariane Mark II’s test scores are near identical to those of her predecessor’s. She’s passed every Turing test we’ve ever run on her. After this question and answer, we’ll be letting you talk to her. She’s a very charming young girl - just one who can only live in a data network.”
The room erupted into a flurry of hand waving, all the reporters on the floor trying to ask questions at once. A long question and answer, then, Giraud thought, and pointed to a correspondent in the front row.
Thanks! I've made so many programming jokes with Ari that going literal with it seems only logical!
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"Ari, I don't have time for this bullshit," Jane said.
The doors remained resolutely locked.
"Young lady, you will release the household programming this moment, or you won't be allowed any communications access for a month!"
There was a low hum as household functions were returned to automatic. Ari's primary interface in the corner gave off a shrill, slightly static noise, and then all was normal. Jane got out before she said something she'd really regret.
“Teacher?” Pilgrim called softly, sliding through the barely open door into the grand lecture hall. He padded down the narrow concrete stairs, sure in his bare feet. The solid cold felt good, and he wanted to turn a somersault down the last tier, or maybe a cartwheel down the last two, but his hands were full and he wanted to make it to the bottom with both cups full and intact. “Teacher
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This is so stupid and self indulgent. But I kind of love the idea of Lot hanging around Clar's jump dreams.
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“There are pirates waiting for you,” Lot said.
Clarissant raised her head, looking up from the depths of the cup of chocolate she held. Its heat sank into her hands, cramped and strained from hours of careful attention to boards too large for her. “Father?” she asked.
“Drink up your chocolate, kid,” her father told her, “You’re going to need it when you come out.”
“Pirates,” Clarissant said. Galaxies trembled around them like bamboo leaves in hydroponics during a maneuver.
“Fuckers,” Lot agreed cheerfully, and grinned at her, that vibrant vicious grin that Clarissant had only ever seen on him and in a mirror. She answered it with her own version. “The Skara Brae can take ‘em.”
“Look to my inputs,” Clarissant answered, and nodded, and drank.
Well, okay, then, I'm just gonna go ahead and be predictable and ask for some Westmark. There aren't enough Westmark fans in the world. I have to go for it every chance I get. :D Specific character's - Florian's children. Whichever, whoever, any or all.
(I never did read more than a few chapters of the Chanur books. The first one is still floating around my room somewhere.......) (<--edited for that missing paranthesis. sorry.)
“Good morning, Rina,” Theo said, politely, careful to keep behind her and far enough away not to startle her. Rina had the best aim in three countries - it said so on the posters. Theo didn’t believe everything he put on the posters, but if Rina didn’t have the best aim in three countries, then she was certainly in the top five. That didn’t mean he wanted to walk between her and her target. It also didn’t mean he wanted to be her target.
Theo thought Justin was a little crazy.
“Morning, Theo!” Rina answered, cheerfully, and threw a knife into the center of her wooden practice board, thunk, before she turned to face him. “What can I do for you? You remembered breakfast, right?”
Theo flushed. He hadn’t remembered breakfast. He’d been busy with the new poster design. “Er,” he said.
Rina frowned. “Then I’ll look for you at lunch.”
“All right,” Theo said, “Have you seen Florian? I want to show him the new design.”
Rina tilted her head. “He might be with Zara. She took his coat away at breakfast.”
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If not, I'll happily take FMA, particularly if it has either Winry or Izumi.
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...This is basically Northern Exposure. With alchemy.
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“Is there a problem, Doctor Rockbell?” the bureaucrat across the desk asked, in a tone that implied very strongly that, with all the money they’d spent training the newly minted Doctor Winry Rockbell, there had better not be.
“No, not a problem,” Winry said, because she knew exactly how much had been spent on her schooling, “But I’m not sure I’m properly packed. Clarge’s Pass is a lot further north than I’d been led to expect ( ... )
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The café was warm. It was red brick warm and fire light warm and heavy old wood furniture warm. Winry let the young man settle her down at a table by the fire and bring her the promised hot chocolate. “Boss says she wants to meet you,” he said, “But she’s cooking just at the moment, so just sit tight, yeah?”
“Just sit tight,” Winry agreed, and when he’d bustled away, she got out her letter to Ed and Al, and wrote:
My escort wasn’t much of a conversationalist, but he showed me the office and helped me start the unpacking. Everything’s in boxes, really, but it’s inside under cover, which is good. There’s a flat for me over the office. I don’t know how warm it’ll be when winter comes: I hope it’ll be warm, I’ve never wanted to be a surgeonsicle!
Mr. Curtis was really nice. I think he’s just shy. Or quiet, maybe. “Doctor Rockbell ( ... )
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Dr. Winry is great. I can't shake the feeling that Izumi as mayor is going to lead to no good, though. "I'M A MAYOR!"
Thanks! ^_^
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The room erupted into a flurry of hand waving, all the reporters on the floor trying to ask questions at once. A long question and answer, then, Giraud thought, and pointed to a correspondent in the front row.
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"Ari, I don't have time for this bullshit," Jane said.
The doors remained resolutely locked.
"Young lady, you will release the household programming this moment, or you won't be allowed any communications access for a month!"
There was a low hum as household functions were returned to automatic. Ari's primary interface in the corner gave off a shrill, slightly static noise, and then all was normal. Jane got out before she said something she'd really regret.
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“There are pirates waiting for you,” Lot said.
Clarissant raised her head, looking up from the depths of the cup of chocolate she held. Its heat sank into her hands, cramped and strained from hours of careful attention to boards too large for her. “Father?” she asked.
“Drink up your chocolate, kid,” her father told her, “You’re going to need it when you come out.”
“Pirates,” Clarissant said. Galaxies trembled around them like bamboo leaves in hydroponics during a maneuver.
“Fuckers,” Lot agreed cheerfully, and grinned at her, that vibrant vicious grin that Clarissant had only ever seen on him and in a mirror. She answered it with her own version. “The Skara Brae can take ‘em.”
“Look to my inputs,” Clarissant answered, and nodded, and drank.
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(I never did read more than a few chapters of the Chanur books. The first one is still floating around my room somewhere.......) (<--edited for that missing paranthesis. sorry.)
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Theo thought Justin was a little crazy.
“Morning, Theo!” Rina answered, cheerfully, and threw a knife into the center of her wooden practice board, thunk, before she turned to face him. “What can I do for you? You remembered breakfast, right?”
Theo flushed. He hadn’t remembered breakfast. He’d been busy with the new poster design. “Er,” he said.
Rina frowned. “Then I’ll look for you at lunch.”
“All right,” Theo said, “Have you seen Florian? I want to show him the new design.”
Rina tilted her head. “He might be with Zara. She took his coat away at breakfast.”
“Again?”
“Well, it is old. It’s ( ... )
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