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[A series of separate journal entries would have been posted over the course of several days; Edward will have a somewhat sporadic response time for them, too. He might respond for a few hours and then not until the day following the entry ICly anyway-- I'll be tagging it normally 8|, since the cryptic commentary in each day's entry hints at how he

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Yeah, it's why automail is so popular in Amestris. [He punches the air a few times, then turns his body to do the same with his leg - just like during practice - the metal plating visible over his pant leg demonstrating that yep, the foot is just as mobile as his arm.] It's worth a try if you can handle the surgery.

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Of course, surgery. How do you think the automail is installed?

[You can't just glue it on and expect it to move, geez 8|]

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[....W-well. May as well be fair to the guy so he knows what he's getting into.]

I can't lie to you- it doesn't feel great. The surgery can make you cough up blood, and rehabilitation usually takes years. It might make life easier for you, but getting started isn't easy at all.

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Probably for the best if you don't think you can take it. It's Equivalent Exchange- there's always a price for convenience.

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Edward. [Poor guy, he was probably looking forward to getting a real limb back. But it's better to be upfront about it, just like Pinako was with him.

Still...]

...You should talk to Winry about it anyway. My automail is a more extreme case than yours- my whole arm, and my leg as well. Replacing just a foot wouldn't be as hard to recover from.

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How many people work there, anyway? That's three I've met now. [Must be a pretty full house, the building isn't that big.

Well, it doesn't concern him anyway, metalworking isn't his thing unless he's transmuting it.]

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[Oh right, there's another Ed. He shakes his head, arms crossing.]

I'm not into that, I'm an alchemist.