[Written / Action]

[automailed]

[A series of separate journal entries would have been posted over the course of several days; Edward will have a somewhat sporadic response time for them, too. He might respond for a few hours and then not until the day following the entry ICly anyway-- I'll be tagging it normally 8|, since the cryptic commentary in each day's entry hints at how he's messed up the journal to see how (and how soon) it fixes itself the next day. Therefore he won't have a journal to respond unless he steals Al's.

If you're not sure of what your character is up to during the week feel free to tag with a placeholder or something and tag later. OR IGNORE THIS TL;DR AND LAUGH AT MY DORKING IDC]



Day 1 - Monday

I don't miss that idiot colonel, but his alchemy would come in handy in this place. At least Al showed up after I did, so the three of us from Resembool are here. Familiar faces make it easier, and if I can't escape easily I can at least keep myself occupied.

My goal is to be out of here within a month.




Day 2 - Tuesday

Woke up at 7 this morning. The fireplace is out, so it's cold that early. I'm still tired; I feel like I could have slept for at least 15 hours. And why do kettles always take forever to boil? I just want some damn coffee before I go out to have a look around.

I don't think three spoonfuls of sugar is too much, either. It dissolves just fine if the water's warm enough.

Addendum from yesterday: A month is too long.




Day 3 - Wednesday

Al got me up an hour earlier today. It's warmer today- I went down by the river for a while. Saw a small flock of cranes, all with white feathers. I thought I'd see some markings, but maybe they disappear when they change into adults?

I counted maybe 16-30 of them. Moved too fast to be sure.




Day 4 - Thursday

Slept in till 9. Sleep schedule's been messed up since I got here. Why is it so inconsistent?

The flock from yesterday didn't show up again today, but there was a spotted chick in a nest by the bridge. A fox or something might've gotten the mother- there were a few torn feathers not far away. Maybe I'll come back tomorrow to check on it. Today I'm getting back to the library.

Addendum: I counted six books on birds alone. Zero on Alchemy. Do books appear here at random the way people do?



Day 5 - Friday

Wake-up was 7 again today. Al, just let me sleep in tomorrow. I'm going further down the river this afternoon, but there's nothing new to see right now. Still no mother at the nest, but the chick is fine, so I guess it's okay.

I'll look into this more later.




[Aaaaand Action bit:

Monday- Edward is at home, since Winry expected him to be around so he could be introduced to Haruhi. And he's kind of wondering if Al needs to be around for the very same thing, but it hadn't been mentioned to him...

Well, none of his business.

Tuesday-Friday - he'll be out and about in the village if you'd rather just bump into him at the locations mentioned.]


[ooc note: Since these happen over the course of the week, it'd be great if you guys could put the day your character comments in the subject line. And feel free to comment again with another day if it tickles your fancy (in your thread or otherwise) or just comment on the last day. It's pretty open.]

Comments

[dragoneer]

[His lips thin into a long, uneasy frown.]

Ahhhh, w-well, I don't know, I guess I just thought, you know, you could just...stick it on. [He glances down at the pegleg. That's about all they'd done for this, anyway.

He glances back up at end.]

Is...is it painful?

[automailed]

[....W-well. May as well be fair to the guy so he knows what he's getting into.]

I can't lie to you- it doesn't feel great. The surgery can make you cough up blood, and rehabilitation usually takes years. It might make life easier for you, but getting started isn't easy at all.

[dragoneer]

[He bites his lower lip. A few years? He couldn't...no. He couldn't do that. Toothless wouldn't be able to fly, either. And that wouldn't be fair. Hiccup couldn't do something that selfish.]

...Oh. I guess...I'll probably be sticking with this little thing, then.

[automailed]

Probably for the best if you don't think you can take it. It's Equivalent Exchange- there's always a price for convenience.

[dragoneer]

[Hiccup nods, but he looks a little downtrodden--great, so he was stuck with his pegleg unless he wanted to undergo some serious physical trauma. And just when he thought he might actually have ten toes again...]

Well, um...that's good to know, at least. Th-thanks...sorry, what's your name?

[It only registers now he's been talking to a complete stranger about this.]

[automailed]

Edward. [Poor guy, he was probably looking forward to getting a real limb back. But it's better to be upfront about it, just like Pinako was with him.

Still...]

...You should talk to Winry about it anyway. My automail is a more extreme case than yours- my whole arm, and my leg as well. Replacing just a foot wouldn't be as hard to recover from.

[dragoneer]

N-nice to meet you, Ed. I'm...Hiccup.

[He takes note of this, but he won't let himself get his hopes up again.] Th-thanks, I will. I actually work with her at the smithy, so...I'll probably see her pretty soon.

[automailed]

How many people work there, anyway? That's three I've met now. [Must be a pretty full house, the building isn't that big.

Well, it doesn't concern him anyway, metalworking isn't his thing unless he's transmuting it.]

[dragoneer]

Ahhh, there's four of us. Me, Winry, this guy named Sokka, and this guy named Ed that Iiii manage to keep missing. [Hiccup does feel pretty bad about that.] Is it your thing, too? Are you going to join up?

[automailed]

[Oh right, there's another Ed. He shakes his head, arms crossing.]

I'm not into that, I'm an alchemist.

[dragoneer]

[A...what now.]

Um...alchemist? Is that some kind of...spirits brewer, or something?

[Hey, to each his own.]

[automailed]

It means I'm a scientist. It means I can transmute substances from one thing into another. [It's so weird, to be around people who don't even recognize the word. With a small shrug, he claps his hands together and draws his real hand along the top of the automail, drawing the top panel out into a blade, a flash of energy sparking along the metal as he does so.] Like this.

[dragoneer]

[Hiccup watches with fascinated eyes, taking a curious step forward when the blade appears. Even Toothless perks up, rather intrigued by this process.] Whoa! Th-that's incredible! ...I-I mean, it's a little bit terrifying, too, but...incredible. Can you do that with anything?

...I didn't realize that last tag was repetitive, derp

[automailed]

If I know what it's made out of, and there's enough material to transmute, yeah. I can't transmute living things, though. [Or more accurately, he won't. He's had too many bad experiences with chimeras and human transmutation to want to do anything to anyone. The exception being - someday - if he could get Al his body back, of course...]

I didn't even realize, bro.

[dragoneer]

[Still wide-eyed, Hiccup nods. It was fascinating. Completely unlike anything he had ever seen before. He imagines how useful a skill like that could be in the forge, too.] Wow. That...that must be pretty useful, huh?

nooo I revealed my flaw! /drama

[automailed]

[Edward nods, transmuting the automail back to normal- you never know when Winry might be watching with a wrench. It's so nice to have someone appreciate what he does to it, ha!] I can draw weapons from the ground or walls, too, but it's easier to just transmute my arm.

it will haunt you forever.

[dragoneer]

[Huh. Changing arm. You know...that reminds him of someone.] I-I worked at a forge back home with this guy named Gobber, and he...he was missing a hand, and--[eager and overexcited]--he could change out things like hooks and goblets and tools in its place. So I guess that's kind of similar...except for, you know, the part where it...isn't. Very much.

noooo I'm doomed now

[automailed]

[That earns a sidelong glance, briefly, before he shrugs and gives his shoulder a little rub. Aches and twitches- the joys of automail.]

I met a guy with automail up north who was kind of like that. He liked to switch his arm out for different types- last time I saw him he had a clawed hand with diamond tips.

there, there.

[dragoneer]

Oh, yeah? [He breathes an inward sigh of relief at that. Hopefully he hadn't come off at totally lame like he thought--after all, this guy was clearly pretty cool.]

...Diamond tips? Is that...very practical? I mean, you know, seems kind of...extravagant.

[automailed]

Don't look at me, I'm fine with it just being an arm. He was a soldier, though, and diamond claws would come in handy during a fight. [There must be some kind of benefit, after all, or he wouldn't have bothered. The chainsaw had done a pretty good job.]

[dragoneer]

[He hods slowly. Man, Hiccup thinks is all pretty awesome, honestly. Telling people about Berk gets less and less exciting the more people he meets.]

...You don't have vikings where you come from, do you?

[automailed]

Vikings? I don't recognize the name. [Now's your chance, Hiccup! Impress him with your huge grunting neighbours!]

[dragoneer]

[Hm. Well, hopefully this will go better than when he told Sokka about them.]

Well, that guy I just mentioned, Gobber? He's one of them. ...Iiiii guess I'm one of them, too, but, um...I'm noooot exactly the typical viking. But, um, anyway. They're hairy, hulking humans who love to fight and drink. I guess I just...yeah. I haven't met anyone here yet who know any of them besides me. Figured I might as well ask.

[...Homesick Hiccup is homesick.]

[automailed]

Do they like to flex and show off, too? [And get all in your face about it and please don't say they sparkle...]

[dragoneer]

They don't show off by flexing, exactly. More by...pulling the heads off of animals and such. [His mouth thins. Lovely, wasn't it.]