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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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[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.]

I did once. But it's not something I could ever use for real, so there's no point in trying again.

[All he'd managed to do is muck up Hawkeye's gun and realize he could never kill somebody with one. Not exactly a successful test.]

That's okay; you don't have to be interested in something just because someone else is. It's better to have individuality... right?

What? Of course it is. [What a stupid question.]

Oh, um... sorry.

[Weird kid. Well, whatever. Edward crouches down to try and retrieve the dumped groceries; it's the least he can do after whacking him with a rocket fist.]

Sorry about the mess.

[Even if it was Ed's fault about the fist, Emil is too polite to just let him pick up the groceries by himself, so he'll be bending down to help out.]

That's okay. I've had weirder things happen to me when I've gone shopping before, so this isn't that bad at all.

I guess that's Luceti for you. Weird things never seem to stop happening.

[At least it stirs things up and keeps it from getting too boring.]

But that's what makes it interesting... right?

If that's what you want to call it.

[He'd really rather be at home saving the world and getting his brother back, but there's no helping that.]

... but you don't think that's true.

...It's not home or anything, so it's not like I want to get attached. Don't you have people or something important waiting for you?

I do, but I know they'll be waiting when I get back, no matter how long it takes. I can't ask them to believe in me if I don't believe in them too.

So you're fine with just... being here?

[He can't even imagine that.]

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