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[automailed]

[The journal clicks on as it drops to the ground, recording a quiet curse and a dark screen. After a moment it lifts up, revealing a flash view of Edward in a tank top as he tilts his arm, prodding at the metal limb that is apparently not cooperating as well as it should.]

What the hell is wrong with this thing? It's not-

[And his words are quite abruptly cut off as a small explosion sparks between the journal and his shoulder, and there's a flurry of images too smothered by motion blur to really make any sense. The audio, or what can be made out beyond the rush of air, is replaced by a startled yelp, followed by silence... and then, as the journal crashes into the foliage after a few moments, a steady stream of colourful and half-muffled curses.

To illustrate...


Action-wise: Edward is going to be around the town today, though not his usual, unhappily-composed self. No, today he is going to be chasing his arm around the town, since it's apparently decided to malfunction and start going off completely at random! So maybe you see it flying past you. Maybe you see it crash. Maybe it crashes into you. Or maybe, while running, he trips, stumbles, and... rolls on one foot in a mad flail as if on skates or something. Today is just not his day at all.

In other words? Haruhi got her way, as usual...]

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[skater-brain.livejournal.com]

[Beat was just minding his own business, trying to find his skateboard, when OUT OF NOWHERE COMES A ROCKET WHIZZING BY. It nearly hits him in the face, but he manages to jump back in the nick of time.]

HOLY SHI--------!!!!!!

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[skater-brain.livejournal.com]

[The rocket fists dives off somewhere and now Beat is looking for the owner. To punch him in the face.]

WHO THA' HELL DID THAT?!

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[automailed]

[And a scant second later Edward rushes into view, glancing around frantically, half of his arm very obviously missing.]

Where the hell did it go now!? Dammit...!

action!

[skater-brain.livejournal.com]

[CULPRIT SPOTTED. Beat storms over, fists ready to go.]

YOU! YOU THE ONE TRYIN' TO TAKE ME OUT?!

[Action]

[roboredom.livejournal.com]

[There is a robot wandering about the town. One who could certainly appreciate the work and craftsmanship of a goddamn rocket fist, because it's awesome and practical in combat! There's no way a flying fist could piss off someone like Robo-Ky.

Except for when one slams into the side of his head while passing by, and causing his head to spin around rapidly.]

[Action]

[automailed]

[Aha, he actually saw where it went this time! It-

...OH GOD WHAT IS WRONG WITH THAT GUY'S HEAD]

Agh!!

[Action]

[roboredom.livejournal.com]

[Robo-Ky is trying to stop his head from spinning by grabbing it, only managing to stop it while it was staring in the other direction.]

[He could have sworn he heard someone agh.]

[Action]

[automailed]

[His face is pointing in the wrong direction why is it like that why is he still talking]

Are you okay!?

[Action]

[knightofratatosk]

[Today is just not Emil's day either, because something slamming into his back while he's carrying a bunch of groceries home is definitely NOT what he was expecting. Yelping and flailing now, before going over with a THUD. OH GOD IS IT THE SPANISH INQUISITION]

[Action]

[automailed]

[Nope, just the fake!German ambush. Edward sees the blond fall up ahead and hastily runs over to check on him, shaking his shoulder. THIS ARM IS DANGEROUS he and Winry are going to have Words when she gets back, oh man.]

Hey, are you okay!?

[Action]

[knightofratatosk]

[Did anyone get the number of that... whatever it was? Emil is just going to be rubbing his head as he sits up, looking around what just what exactly slammed into him.]

I think so... what just happened?

[Action]

[automailed]

[Oh, good. Edward looks off to the side, retrieving his still-smoking automail from where it landed. Hopefully attaching it will be easier this time, though if it keeps going off he'd be better off leaving it detached.]

Looks like I hit you... sorry, it was an accident.

[voice]

[voropedia.livejournal.com]

[ Vorona had been leafing through the journal and reading rather arbitrarily for the most part. For once, it's just too much material to soak in at once... So go figure she'd happen upon this entry and get treated to a light(?) show. Even if that's the strangest firework she's ever seen... and is (well, was) attached to Edward's arm before it went shooting forth.

Dead-pan: ]

Chasing after explosives. As a hobby, very dangerous.

[voice]

[automailed]

...Yeah, I'll make a mental note on that.

[Great, and the whole thing ended up on the journal, too... is there no end to his bad luck?]

[voice]

[voropedia.livejournal.com]

[ But she's not teasing!! She's sharing words of wisdom. ]

I have arrived here, presently. Not accustomed to holidays celebrated in Luceti. May I inquire as to the celebration?

[voice]

[automailed]

[What, is she another robot or something? Because his last encounter with one went so well.]

There's no holiday, just accidents waiting to happen.

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[4000excuses.livejournal.com]

[Japan was walking along, minding his own business, checking out the journal when he hears the journal and the screaming. How strange. He could have sworn he heard another scream just like it right behind--]

BANG!

[And the rocket fist slams right into Japan's back, flattening him against the ground. At least he stopped it. It's just smoking and sitting on top of him.]

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[automailed]

[DAMMIT ARM STOP HITTING PEOPLE IN THE BACK, THAT'S NOT COOL. Unless it's in a fight or something, that is acceptable Grumbling about how much his automail is sucking right now, Edward hurries over to the poor guy, lifting the arm off and setting it aside.]

Argh, sorry! Are you alright?

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[4000excuses.livejournal.com]

[Oh god....his back...Such pain... Japan pushes himself to his hands and knees and stares at the ground for a bit.]

......What.....hit me...?

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[zehahaha.livejournal.com]

[Blackbeard's walking through town, carrying ungodly amounts of groceries (most of it being desserts of some kind), when something made out of metal flies out of nowhere and hits him in the gut.]

Gah! What the hell was that?! [Thankfully, his fat absorbed a good deal of the blow, (finally, his weight problem's good for something) but it still hurts quite a bit. The arm clatters to the ground, but he doesn't really pay much attention to it.]

Action

[automailed]

[OH GOD HE JUST HIT AN ENORMOUS MAN

He's not like Gluttony, is he? He looks like he could swallow the whole village if he wanted to.]

...Are... you okay?

[He looks okay...]

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[zehahaha.livejournal.com]

Zehahaha! Yeah, I'm fine, kid. [He grabs the metal arm on the ground, lifting it up to get a closer look at it.] What the hell's this thing supposed ta be, though? Those Malnosso bastards had better not be throwin' chunks o' metal at us just ta see what'd happen! [He wouldn't put it past them, honestly.]

[action]

[book-of-chaos.livejournal.com]

[Grocery shopping. Leon is still surprised how fast two teenage guys can devour all of their food, and he ends up having to go grocery shopping a lot more than he had to when he was leaving alone. It probably doesn't help that he doesn't really get a lot when he shops.

He's in the middle of the plaza when he sees a low-flying missile(?) shoot right past him. As he turns to look at it, he sees it's heading, erratically, towards the fountain.]

...That can't be good.

[action]

[automailed]

[It really, really isn't good. Which is even more evident when a moment later, Edward flies past Leon as fast as his legs will carry him, in a hurry to rescue the automail from the fountain, which it's already crashed into and in which it's currently taking a swim.]

Aaahhh, no, no!! Don't blow up, don't blow up...!

[action]

[book-of-chaos.livejournal.com]

[...Did that guy just run by with no arm? Leon heads towards the fountain, seeing the chunk of metal at the bottom.

And he thinks he sees fingers.]

Is that your arm?