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[ooc: with Erin's permission Trisha's departure from Luceti has been delayed until now.]

[There really is no way to describe the feeling of waking up to find your dead mother has vanished- to find that she has, in fact, been sent home to death once again. There's denial at first, fear, anger, a lot of yelling. A few walls get punched, resulting in dents and fist-shaped holes. No tears, though. Never tears. That much hasn't changed.

And then, later, with the camera covered, written somewhat shakily:]

Trisha Elric's gone back.

[Not home. Not to her world. Not to her family or- or anything.

And Edward doesn't really want to talk to anyone right now, so he'll spend pretty much the rest of the day holed up in the house, mostly in his room. The journal will be ignored, and while visitors might not feel welcome, there are certain people he wouldn't tell to go away right now.]

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[After that message Winry will look out her window for a while. She can see the Elric house from there. She isn't sure what to do for him, or his brother. She's be there, staring, for another twenty minutes before heading out. The nice weather is almost an ironic contrast to the situation.

Finally she knocks on the door.]

[It's 100% against his better judgment, but Edward had come downstairs for a glass of water to soothe his dry throat- he doesn't feel like eating, but he's still healing from last week, and he knows better than to let his health suffer... even with something as painful as this to deal with. That's basically the only reason that he manages to force himself to the door, opening it warily. If it's someone he doesn't want to-

...oh... it's Winry. He relaxes, marginally, and pulls it open the rest of the way. He's not looking great at this moment, but considering what's just happened it's fortunate that he's even out of bed. Then again, this is Edward Elric we're talking about.]

...hey, Winry.

Can I come in?

[Wow, he looks bad. But it's not anything she didn't expect.]

Yeah, sure.

[He shuffles aside to let her in, barely even glancing outside as he shuts the door behind her. No nice day is going to lift his mood, sadly. The overall household mood is oppressive as hell, and it sucks.]

Have you been in all day?

[Of course he has, but... she needs to start conversation.]

...Got no reason to go out. [His response is accompanied by a careless shrug, heading back for the kitchen. She can follow him if she wants, he's just going back to his water. He's had this burning need to do something with his hands for the last hour, because lying around is just making him feel worse.]

That's too bad. It's nice out today.

[Evidence of that is she's wearing a sundress. Winry follows him into the kitchen. There has to be some way she can help...]

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[After hearing that, Ling knew what that meant. He'd heard Hohenheim's story back when he was still sharing his body with Greed, after all. Not that it wasn't hard to put together the pieces on his own. But he explained it to Ran Fan anyway. So he felt it appropriate to pay his respects.

So this time he, along with his bodyguard, will be knocking at the door. And because it's Xingese tradition to always visit at the door with a gift, they've brought a bowl of stir fry. It just needs to be reheated.]

[It didn't take much effort to get Ran Fan to go. She was trying to get on friendlier terms with Ed, but also she kinda knew how he felt.

Ran Fan stood quietly behind Ling, slipping her mask off. Ed was her friend, well, kinda, so right now a mask was necessary. Still, she was nervous, seeing how she had no idea how to comfort anyone.]

[After Winry, Edward's kind of reluctant to answer any more doorknockings - who else would bother coming after hearing that, after all - but against his better judgment, he opens it, ready to turn the poor soul away. Maybe they had no idea. Maybe they-

.......what.]

Ling?

[Ling knows what a door is?]

Hello Ed. I thought you might be hungry.

[Since, you know, your mom's not here to cook. He holds out the bowl. And, well, he's not really smiling this time. He steps to the side, to reveal Ran Fan.]

Say hello, Ran Fan.

[Not that he really needed to order her to do that, but she bows deeply.]

Hello Edward.

[Oh wow, he's got the Xingese pair.

....Now what is he supposed to do with them.]

Oh, uh. Hey.

[First things first- he moves aside so they can at least come inside. It's not exactly cold outside, but letting them just stand around out there is rude. His mother wouldn't have allowed that.

He's already starting to wonder how often such thoughts will come to mind from now on.]

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[...Oh no. How--how could they? Just take away their mom just like that after giving them the chance to be family all together again and--

But it's the same injustice that takes everyone they care about away.

Hiccup realizes Ed just might want time to be with his brother, so he doesn't head over immediately. But when he does, he's empty handed. He feels like he should have brought something. But what would make up for even the slightest thing that his friend must be going through right now? He couldn't think of anything. But he can at least offer a listening ear. He knocks on the door.]

[Two answers, Hiccup: 1) it's Luceti, and 2) this is Edward Elric we're talking about.

And speaking of which, Edward opens the door a few moments later, probably looking like a weird mixture of haggard and detached by now. There's a whole lot of buildup of "oh god what is my life" during the last few months and a healthy dose of still-recovering stomach wound, so he's got a lot to be miserable about. Thankfully he's usually good at hiding that sort of thing.

He knows better than to try and smile at this point, though.]

Hey, Hiccup.

...Hey. [Geez, he doesn't even know where to begin. At least when she was kidnapped they knew she would return. But this...oh, gods. He can't even imagine. And that's what's got him feeling so completely useless at the moment. What could he possibly do to help?]

...Do you need anything? [It's a start, at least.]

Not really.

[He's well past the point of requiring his mother to be alive again; he's been down that path, he knows what that kind of thinking will get him.

...Still.]

It's fine. She was never supposed to be here in the first place. You can't bring back the dead.

[Even if it was a second chance she deserved. Even if her family badly needed her. Even if they'd barely begun to know each other again.]

['It's fine'? It is clearly not fine. But Hiccup isn't the type to be pushy, and he's definitely not going to assume he knows what Ed needs in a situation like this. If this is how he copes with it...well, it isn't the first time. So at least he's dealing with emotions he's had to before.]

...At least you had a chance to make some new, happy memories, right? And...you had a chance to explain things to her.

[At least, he thinks he must have explained the automail, and why Al didn't have a body anymore. And that had to mean something.]

...Yeah, it's great. Just what I always wanted.

[You can just feel the conviction oozing out of his voice, can't you.

It's not really fair to be tossing the attitude Hiccup's way, admittedly- he's just here to help and be supportive, after all. But he can't really help himself. He's pissed, and there's no convenient outlet.]

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[The news affects him more than he likes to admit right now. He needs to be there for the boys and Hohenheim, not wondering if this is what it was like when he left. Just--so sudden. No word of warning. There one moment, and gone the next.

Never one to let people grieve on their own, however, Maes heads across the way to the Elric-Hohenheim household. At least he'll knock first.]

Door's open.

[No one actually answers the door, but after a lengthy silence, a voice calls out from around the corner, as Ed heads over from the back of the house with a metal pail filled to the brim with chopped logs and kindling. Apparently the will to stay indoors and wallow in misery has been overruled by a sudden need to do anything, and that means anything.]

[It's surprising to see him out at first, but once he thinks about it, it's really not at all. Ed isn't the type to sit around and just wallow in his misery. It isn't surprising that he's out working at all.

He just hopes it's an effective way of coping.]

Looks like you've been busy.

[Just think, Hughes- the last time she died, he coped by spending five years developing a theory on human transmutation. 8D This can't possibly go badly!]

Keeping myself that way.

[He hefts the pail over one shoulder and turns the knob, nudging the door open and leading the way inside. He leaves the door as he passes through, though, if Hughes wants to follow.

Pardon his lack of chattiness, though. It's been a crap day, even if the visitors have managed to get him out of the house for twenty minutes or so.]

[That's not an especially comforting thought. :|

Hughes will follow him in, taking the open door as enough of an invitation. Edward is clearly taking it hard, but things could be worse. They could always be worse.

...Not that pointing that out will do much good, huh.]

It's good you've got something to do, as long as you're not putting off...you know. Dealing. [Not just with Trisha being gone, but with living with Hohenheim without her around to buffer things.] So, do you want to talk about anything?

What do you expect me to talk about? How it's too bad? How it was nice while it lasted? How it's such a shock to everyone? Because it's not. It's not any of that.

[He kicks off one boot, then the other, letting them smack noisily against the wall. His mother's not here to scold him for the mess. His mother's not here to tell him to clean the wall now smeared with mud. She's not here to sigh or to chide him or to wave her broom in his direction or do anything because she's dead. Dead and gone and lost forever. Unless they bring her back and it starts all over again.

And more than ever, once again, he hates this place for mocking them like this.]