Appointments Post

[truthget]

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[Action, January 1st]

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[Voice/Private, May 21st]

[goldenglasses]

Hello, Ed? My name is Vash, Winry asked me to talk to you. [Let's make sure we have the right person before we get into the nitty gritty.]

[Voice/Private]

[truthget]

Yeah, that's me. I wanted to talk to you too- about this guy who's getting automail.

[Voice/Private]

[goldenglasses]

[Yup, sounds like he has the right guy.] Legato, he might not look like much, but he can be very dangerous. He has the ability to take control over someone's body at will.

[Voice/Private]

[truthget]

[jksdhkf uncool.]

Control them!? How!?

[Action / May 24th]

[godbent]

[So that surgery was today and she - unlike the Elrics, she's sure - did not actually go to see it. It wasn't because she didn't think she had a right to and it wasn't because she didn't want to, it was because her presence would most likely needlessly complicate things. She's been on edge all day, and her nerves would only get worse if she was at the scene. But then afternoon came and went, and she got no word from Winry. Then dinner time. Then sunset. And now, in the twilight hours, she's somewhere between scared, annoyed, and curious - wouldn't she have heard something by now?! - that she's just going to take matters into her own hands.

Namely, key in hand, opening the door to Winry's house and starting to make her way to Winry's room. She is mildly thankful that Den or that Babe isn't right at the door (albeit she did pass one of the cats on the way in) and-... well there might be objects in the way from there]

[Action]

[truthget]

[Objects, in a sense- Edward is sitting in the hallway with his back against the door of Winry's room, with Den's head in his lap. He's dozing a bit, though trying not to - he'd promised to get Al to take over before he got too tired - so he's a mixture of jumpy and bleary-eyed when he glances over and spots Haruhi in the hall. His hands are already half-lifted to transmute his arm into a blade before he recognizes her.]

...What're you doing here so late?

[Action]

[godbent]

[Oh fuckdammit. Somehow, she should have expected this.]

I came to check on her.

[She comes to a stop mid-way through the hall, just leaning one side lightly against a wall. Her plans are busted, but if he's here she's- ...she's alive at least. Injured? She feels a pit in her stomach fall a bit]

[Action]

[truthget]

[Den twitches a bit and flops his tail, recognizing her, but they're both apparently too tired to stand up. Edward relaxes though, just glad it's not some crazed guy out to attack them. If Haruhi's looking she'll probably notice that Ed himself isn't injured or anything. A good sign, right?]

She's already sleeping- probably tired herself out. Nothing happened, though, so she's fine.

[Action | June 1st]

[crytearsofjoy]

[Winry sits patiently in the living room waiting for Ed. She sits there in silence, twiddling her thumbs in her lap.]

[Action]

[truthget]

[Edward arrives shortly afterwards, bursting into the house in an obvious rush, only halting when he spots her in the living room. He pauses in the doorway, torn between aggression and concern, then heads over to where she's waiting. He's still too restless to sit down, though, so he stands by the couch, fists clenched tightly at his sides.

What does he even say? Everything in his head is an angry rant against this whole idea.]

[Action]

[crytearsofjoy]

[Winry looks up at him. She... she'll have to put it on the table. State the obvious and unavoidable.]

I have to go.

[Action]

[truthget]

[Edward grimaces, his fists tightening even more- so much that the automail is scraping loudly beneath his glove. He knows that, he's read all about the drafts, and the battles, and that Third Party. He's seen what these people make the residents here go through, even though he has yet to experience it firsthand.

Still... still. Reading and accepting are two very different things.]

...I'm going to fight them.

[Action | October 26th]

[crytearsofjoy]

[Knees weak and heart beating fast, Winry stands at the door to Eds room. She's embarrassed and ashamed of all those nasty things she said. Just thinking about it makes her want to throw up, cry, and kick herself all at once. The blond cannot hide from this, no. Ed deserves an apology, and Winry is determined to give it - even if she is afraid. Terribly afraid. The fear that Ed will hate her has settled in her heart the moment the mask fell off.

So here she is. Even if Ed never forgives her this is the right thing to do.]

[Action | October 26th]

[autoamazon]

[Ed is just on her way out - since the last meeting with Winry she'd been avoiding the house as much as possible, and that stupid mask hadn't helped any - so the door opens before Winry can knock or let herself in. She very nearly bumps into the other girl, stopping short and backing up a step with wide eyes. Oh. Oh god. This can't be good.]

Winry...

[Action | October 26th]

[crytearsofjoy]

[That look on the other girl's face almost breaks her heart. Winry puts her hands up as if to symbolize her surrender.]

E-Ed, I just came to - I mean you deserve-, and I want to apologize for-

[Action | October 26th]

[autoamazon]

[She's apologizing?

She's apologizing. There's no mask. It's Winry again.

Ed is quiet for a moment, letting Winry stammer away, before she finally swallows the lump in her throat and grabs the other girl by the shoulders, pulling her in for a hug. There's a slight rattle of automail joints as her hands tremble at Winry's back, but she clenches her fists to stop it, and her voice is quiet as she speaks up.]

It's okay.

[Action, November 11th]

[truthget]

[Edward hadn't expected any interruptions for some time - between Hughes' return and the way the girls have been clinging to him, he'd figured that he'd leave them alone for a long while before bothering the newly-returned man of the house. Thus, he's surprised when Hughes ambushes him in the middle of trying to decipher (yet again) the alkahestry book, papers strewn all over the kitchen table, pencil in hand, and a half-eaten cookie in his mouth. Mmrph. Let him swallow.]

Lieutenant Colonel! Uh... not exactly.

[Not unless big plans involve head-meet-desk syndrome as usual.]

[Action, November 11th]

[truthget]

[Edward follows his gaze, then scowls faintly, tapping his pencil against the paper.] Yeah, not like it's getting me anywhere. I shouldn't be surprised that alchemy from Xing makes as little sense as its people. And that's not even accounting for the translation.