Edward Elric (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
automailed) wrote2011-07-16 09:06 pm
automailed) wrote2011-07-16 09:06 pm
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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.
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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...]
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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Edward takes the journal and the pen, scrawling out his signature.]
I didn't know I had fans here! What's your name?
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He takes the signature back when Ed is finished and looks it over, smiling to himself. This day officially went from suck to awesome.]
Ah- My name is-- [Right, human name.] Honda Kiku.
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Most people have just heard of me, but can't recognize me. This was a pretty awesome surprise.
[But now that he's done his civic duty (so to speak), he can get around to reattaching his arm. Good thing he writes with his left hand now.]
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Yes, that is an unfortunate occurrence. But--
[He stops, watching as Ed starts to put his arm back on.]
...Is it supposed to do that?
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Not really. My mechanic put a rocket into it for some reason. I haven't figured it out yet.
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Perhaps...there is a manual?
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...I know something about electronics.
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[However, he does want to get a closer look at it.]
...Although we build rockets where I am from, too. Perhaps it is a faulty propulsion system. Or the trigger has been set too sensitive.
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...Yes.
In a manner of speaking.
Somewhat.
[Let's go with that.]
Ah...if she would be displeased, then I would not want to interfere.
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[He stands up, holding a hand out to help this guy to his feet if he wants. It's even the automail hand! Enjoy it!]
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He reaches up and takes Ed's offered hand, climbing to his feet.
Only to have his joy cut in half by the ache in his back. Ow....]
........................
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The wince distracts him, though, because getting hit with an automail arm must really hurt, for sure.]
Do you need to visit the clinic?
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He puts a hand on his back and shakes his head.]
Ah...no. I'm sure I will be fine. It's simply my age.
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[That's a strange thing to say- he doesn't look that old.]
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I'm much older than I look.
action / dat face.
How old?
action / like the mona lisa of old dudes
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You can, but it doesn't make you look any better.
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...I don't remember. I stopped counting after a certain age.
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...Homunculus?
[It's a dangerous question to ask, but he only knows of two human-like beings able to live for a long time. A homunculus is one of them. And the other, he'd... rather not think about.]
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N-no! No! I'm not one of those!
[Sooooob, this day went from being awesome to fear-for-your-life in three seconds flat. Japan covers his face with his hands. How does he even explain this.]
...........I'm just old.
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He continues to give Japan a suspicious look for a while, but... well, alright, he'll relax a little. But just a little! Because his response is suspicious in and of itself.]
If you're not a homunculus, why do you know about them?
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