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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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[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]

[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!?

[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?

[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.

[He'll just be following Ed's gaze with his own eyes, blinking when it falls upon... is that a fist?]

No, it's okay, but what kind of a weapon is that? It almost looks like a fist.

Uh... it is a fist. [Or half an arm, to be exact. Thankfully - well, not thankfully, but - this has happened so many times today already that it's an easy task to just reattach the arm now. Click! And it's back in place. Still smoking, so Edward waves his flesh hand on it a bit to try and sweep it away.]

[Just staring now because DUDE THAT IS BOTH AWESOME AND KIND OF TERRIFYING DID YOU JUST REATTACH YOUR *ARM*]

Um...

[Yes, yes he did. And he seems pretty used to the idea, even if it does make him wince a bit. Reconnecting nerves is a bitch.]

You sure you don't need a doctor?

Um, shouldn't I be the one asking you that...?

[YOUR ARM JUST CAME OFF, MAN.]

Wha- oh, the automail. Figures. Edward's expression shifts, looking rather deadpan about it. Yeah yeah, stare, gawk, go "oh my god metal arm!!", whatever. He misses Amestris, where everyone knows what automail is.]

This isn't anything new, calm down.

It doesn't hurt?

[He may be staring just a bit simply because he's never seen anything quite like that before. But it doesn't take long for the teenage boy side of him to overcome the "oh my god" response and change it into a "THAT'S SO AWESOME" one.]

How does it work? Did it hurt when they first put it on?

[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?]

Wait, you mean it was an accident?

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

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

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

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.

[At that, he smiles a little.]

That's what I think too, but you do have to admit that things like guns are pretty neat for target practice.

I don't see the appeal. [Yeah, he'd rather just have nothing to do with guns. Other people can use them if they want, but him? He's keeping his distance, thanks.]

Have you ever tried one before?

[Irvine let him shoot his AND IT WAS COOL.]

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