Edward Elric (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
automailed) wrote2011-06-22 03:59 am
automailed) wrote2011-06-22 03:59 am
[Voice / Action]
[Now that he's gotten over his own embarrassment somewhat-]
...So that's what an experiment is like, huh.
[Okay, maybe not entirely over it. That was beyond humiliating and he doesn't even want to acknowledge it anymore. Ugh.]
Whatever, forget it. I have a question for the people who've lived here longer than me. What kind of escape attempts have already happened here? Has anything worked, or even showed small signs of success? If it's not something you want to talk about over the journals, you can find me at the library.
Thanks in advance.
[...Oh right, before he forgets again-]
And if anyone finds a silver pocketwatch in one of the shops, chances are it's mine. I'd appreciate it if you let me know if you see it.
...Don't look inside, either!
[And as promised Ed will be at the library today, either inside pouring over a dozen books or just outside the entrance, probably munching away at something he pilfered during a visit to the bakery. You know, after he realized he hadn't eaten for seven hours or something. As usual he's probably wearing five different layers despite the heat, the nutter.]
...So that's what an experiment is like, huh.
[Okay, maybe not entirely over it. That was beyond humiliating and he doesn't even want to acknowledge it anymore. Ugh.]
Whatever, forget it. I have a question for the people who've lived here longer than me. What kind of escape attempts have already happened here? Has anything worked, or even showed small signs of success? If it's not something you want to talk about over the journals, you can find me at the library.
Thanks in advance.
[...Oh right, before he forgets again-]
And if anyone finds a silver pocketwatch in one of the shops, chances are it's mine. I'd appreciate it if you let me know if you see it.
...Don't look inside, either!
[And as promised Ed will be at the library today, either inside pouring over a dozen books or just outside the entrance, probably munching away at something he pilfered during a visit to the bakery. You know, after he realized he hadn't eaten for seven hours or something. As usual he's probably wearing five different layers despite the heat, the nutter.]
[Action]
....
Yeah, he doesn't want her there for that.]
No. You, Miss Gracia, and Elicia should wait inside.
[Action]
[Action]
[And totally not dangerous for him, not at all.]
[Action]
[Action]
[There's anger in his voice now, but it's laced with real worry, much as he's trying to conceal it. Cornello's rebound with the fake Philosopher's Stone was nothing compared to what can happen with a real one. He doesn't want her to see anything that he can't fix.]
[Action]
[Action]
[Action]
[Action]
Stubbornly, he glares at her for a long moment, as if a willful expression was enough to deter her. Then, at last, he lifts a finger to point.]
Then... then you have to promise not to cry!
[Action]
[Action]
It's been a long time since then, though. [For her, more than him. But he's put her through a lot of worrying and fuss since then.]
[Action]
[Action]
[His tone is pretty firm on that one. But he's sure she'll know to keep her distance anyway; Winry's not an idiot.]
[Action]
[Action]
[And... he sort of feels better, actually. A lot better. At least this way the others will be safe. If he screws this up, no one else has to suffer.]
[Action]
[Action]
[Even if it'll ultimately be pointless, if the transmutation works. Gives him something to do besides wait, though, since there isn't time to sit down and work on the alchemy. No point in starting something he'll have to stop in half an hour.]