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[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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[Yyyyyeah that is a little strange to talk to, admittedly.]

I don't know the mechanic, then.

[Okay, okay, dude. You just don't ask that of someone you just met. Edward's eyes narrow a little, and he moves to get up, pointedly ignoring the question.]

Come on, can you stand?

[Oh, right, standing.]

Oh, I'm sorry.

[Doing so now, and brushing himself off to show that indeed there was no harm done.

He hasn't quite picked up on the awkwardness of the situation yet.]

I'm Emil. What's your name?

[Talk about your free-spirited... oh, whatever. At least he's not prying now. Edward glances back over, offering a small nod.]

Edward.

It's nice to meet you. I'm sorry I got in your way like that while you were training.

I wouldn't call it training...

[Technical malfunction, maybe? His mechanic playing pranks and caving to the whims of her strange friend?]

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.]

[....Crap, the fat guy got to his arm first! Edward shifts awkwardly, looking very uncomfortable about the fact that someone else is handling his automail. It's just weird, okay?]

It's... ah. My arm. Sorry.

[PLEASE DON'T SWALLOW HIM, GIANT MAN]

[What are you talking about? He doesn't eat people! Well, there was that one time...]

Yer arm? But it's made outta metal!

...

...

Are ya some kinda robot? [He sounds really excited about this prospect.]

[........Sigh. This is getting old.]

It's called automail. It's a prosthetic arm.

Wait, you mean it was an accident?

[That's, um. KIND OF DANGEROUS.]

A prawn's-what arm? [He doesn't know what automail is, nor does he care - to him, metal is all the same, regardless of what it's made of.]

That's what I said, isn't it?

[Facepalm. Augh, this whole day has been such a mess.]

[Pr... prawns... that's a new one.]

Pros-the-tic. A metal arm to replace a real one. That kind of thing.

Well, it can't be a very good replacement if it keeps fallin' off ya! Zehahahahaha!

[He's lucky Winry isn't around to hear that. ...He has a good point, though.]

Yeah, whatever. [He holds out his hand, hoping to get the arm back. He'd kind of like to put it back on.]

I know, but I thought you meant you were aiming at something else and missed, not that it just went off by accident.

Oh, got it. [Edward rubs his automail warily, eyeing it.] I don't know why it keeps doing that. It's not supposed to shoot off like that.

You do have to admit that it makes a pretty useful weapon, though. I mean, you could hit someone from halfway across the village with it if you wanted to.

...I'd rather not shoot at people, that's no way to fight.

[Point. With his remaining arm.] [Because Robo-Ky isn't sure if he should trust this other guy that Bruce recommended.]

She's kidnapped right now, but when she gets back, look into visiting Winry Rockbell at the smithy. She's the best mechanic I've ever known.

[Even if she did install a fail rocket into his arm.]

[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.

[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...!

[...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?

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