A WILD MIDGET APPEARED!

how'm i doing? good, bad? too many short rants, not enough? too much lulz? TOO EMO? i'm always eager to hear how i'm doing, especially if you've got some suggestions for things i might have forgotten to do or might need to change. anon commenting should be on, ip logging should be off, and all comments are screened! (and if i'm a ditz and any of this is not how i say, please let me know xD) just no flames, okay? thanks! ♥

NOW STICKIED TO THE TOP OF THE JOURNAL FOR GREAT JUSTICE \o/

Starting on November 11, Ed is no longer using his communicator for important private information. He's transmuted a paper journal, and will be making most of his notes there. This page will be used to keep track of them by date. THIS INFORMATION IS NOT AVAILABLE ICLY and should not be commented or KNOWN on icly at all. It's just here for my reference. xD

formatting notes: italics are additional notes, often scrawled in the margins or written between sentences/paragraphs.

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CHARACTER NAME: edward elric
CHARACTER SERIES: fullmetal alchemist (manga-verse, ch. 99)

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this post also doubles as a plotting post! if you want to plot something out with ed but for some reason can't get in touch with me (my aim screenname is virtualresonance!), drop me a line here and i'll get back to you ASAP ♥

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again, this is ICly unavailable! a report compiled for colonel mustang at request

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[The video begins a little shakily, focusing on one of the crystal-like fragments that have been causing such trouble lately. Ed turns it over in his hand a few times, frowning thoughtfully at it. He opens his mouth to speak, but then stops -- there's a strange look on his face. Look at that, it's started playing something.

The fragment starts from around 7:40 of this video and continues to the end of it. Potential spoilers for anyone that hasn't seen the movie and is hoping to!]

A balloon? What the hell--?!

Why does the Colonel-- This can't be what that guy was...then what is it?

[There's a long, long pause.]


...








Al! WHY THE HELL ARE YOU WEARING MY CLOTHES?!

[He sounds like he's trying to find words to say something else, but he's also trying to figure out what in the everloving hell he's watching, because it's certainly not a memory. After a minute, he simply shuts the device off.]

[TEXT || Added a little while later:]
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((ooc: anyone is free to see the fragment if they want, go ahead and wtf at him over it or anything xD tags might get a bit slow until after work tomorrow ;;))

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Mannequin parts. Cute. And now this...

[Sound of rustling papers; when he speaks again, it's quiet, more like he's murmuring to himself.] Three times. It wasn't Lolita's body, so why--

[--ZZZZZZZZZZT!] Sh--! [...] WHY THE HELL DO YOU DO THAT AT THE END OF A POST?!

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[...why are all of my characters leaving the high school for this event.

WELL, HERE'S AN ED, leaving the high school with some notes in hand and stopping cold for a second when he sees the new people.]

This is--

[...] Shit. Again?!

((ooc: anything goes, with an added commentlog/action bonus! BUG HIM FOREVER ♥))

[When the post cuts on, you're treated to some grumbling and what might be the sound of feet on gravel -- or is it rubble? Anyway. Yeah. That grumbling.]

--'d be a damn sight easier if I could use alchemy right about now-- [...] Guessing no one's found the chip location while I was gone. Am I right? [see? told you. grumble grumble grump. now that he's actually speaking audibly, you can hear a slight echo to his voice, like he's underground.]

Anyway, I want some information. Apparently there was a "ghost" around a few weeks ago -- anyone got details on that?

[there's a pause, and a click as the post switches to TEXT for the rest:]

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((ooc: commentlog option for anyone in/around the subway area that might want to run into mister midget smartypants; regular replies for everyone else ;3))

[text]

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[audio]
[Click. The same hand that accidentally keysmashed has accidentally switched on the 'record' function, and the first thing you're treated to is a groan, because Edward Elric was not expecting to land here when the Gate opened up at his feet.]

Mother f-- Where the hell is this? [...!] Shit. The transmutation circle...that was--!

[A pause, and there's some scuffling as Ed scrambles to his feet, takes a few rushed steps.]

But this isn't-- ...Hey, Colonel! First lieutenant! ...Scar!

[But there's no response. Then-- thunk! His foot hits the communicator. There's a long silence; there aren't even any footsteps this time.]

Wait-- tch. I recognize this. ...So it's this place again. You damn Scientists just don't know when to quit, do you?

((ooc: ed DOES remember his previous stay in the city, but it's been a few months for him so it'll take a little while ♥))

[ACTION]
[He's been in the library for a lot of the afternoon. Not like he's never been there before, but it's always been a little touch-and-go -- in the past, it wasn't exactly the safest place.

There's no lack of books, but it's fairly obvious he's not looking for some light reading. He thumbs through a ratty-looking old science book, frowns a little at it, replaces it on the shelf. Pulls out a few more, flips through them, occasionally puts one into a pile by his feet. Research material, maybe?

The communicator is sitting on the shelf he's pulling books from. As he reaches back onto the shelf, he brushes against it, and...:]

[AUDIO]

[--BZZZT!]

--Hell! [...] Tch. Fine, I get it.

[a pause]

... Anyone interested in sparring sometime?

[[OOC: open commentlog for anyone that wants to run into him at the library! regular replies for everyone else :3b]]

[See the icon? This, basically, is Ed. The only difference is, the communicator's situated neatly (or, well, not neatly at all) in that hand on his stomach. It's also clicking on right about...now!

And you're getting a lovely shot of video from that angle. He breathes in, and out, and in, and out... Oh boy. Looks like it's naptime for Elric the Elder.

That is, until: BZZZZZZZT.]

--SHIT! The hell was-- ...tch.

[He grumbles, still clearly mostly-asleep, and unceremoniously chucks the damn thing at the wall. There's a moment of static as it bounces off and clatters to the floor. For a second you see Ed's foot hanging off the side of the sofa, and the soft breathing continues...

After a few minutes the recording times out.]

[The post cuts on abruptly, halfway through a sharp, shuddering sigh -- or what sounds like it could be an attempt at one. It's not Ed's voice, it sounds a little younger than that, but other than that sound, there's a chill silence for a few moments.]

All of them--? [...] ...Al.

[...]

Al...there's nothing we can do.

[The silence returns for a little while...and then the transmission ends.]

[some shuffling can be heard, and what sounds like broken glass being moved around] ...fucking trashed. What the hell happened in here?

[...]

I want all the information anyone's got on those monsters. The ones that went around looking like people. What they looked like, where the hell they came from-- anything.

... Anyone else that got attacked by one. Who lost a week or two. Mind sharing the last thing you remembered before that?

If they're all dead -- any of the bodies still around?

... Thanks. In advance.

[POST TRANSCRIBED IN TEXT AS WELL]

[a pause]

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[action]
[The hospital lobby. Ed doesn't know how he got there, not at first -- he remembers a fight, a struggle, claws, and then--

...

A surge of panic wells up in him as he puts a hand over his chest, feels the raised bumps of a new and jagged scar across it. He puts his hands together, completes the circle, and he already knows it won't work, but damn it, he has to try. He presses his hands against the floor.

Nothing.

So...that's it, then.]

[voice]

[The transmission begins, but there's silence. You can hear Ed take a breath, as if he's about to start talking, but it's a false start -- more silence. Rinse, repeat.

Finally, after a while, he sucks in a sharp breath.]

...Son of a bitch.

[A moment of hesitation, and the transmission clicks off.]

((ooc: he's baaack! open commentlog option for anyone at the hospital, otherwise he'll be replying with voice or text ♥ he still doesn't know that he's missing about 2 weeks of time or that there was a monster running around with his body))

[Ed looks a little worse for wear, but not much more than normal. His expression is a little lacking, bordering on blank, but he does that a lot, doesn't he -- acting like nothing's wrong. He's rolling his shoulder, the automail arm, like he's testing it; making sure it works properly. When he's satisfied, he glances at the communicator, picking it up with a small, thoughtful grump as he realizes it's recording.

His voice sounds a little stilted when he speaks, but otherwise not far from normal.]

Been putting shit off too much lately. So. Alchemy workshop -- anyone still interested?

[...]

Anyone new, too.

((ooc: urgh, i'm sorry, i should have posted this a few days ago ;; ed has been replaced by a youma! and he's now scouting out potential victims. if anyone's interested in plotting some fights/nommings/misses or anything like that, we can commentlog here or you can catch me on aim at any time under the screenname virtualresonance! he WILL be replying to voice/video/text replies as well as commentlogs, so feel free to harass him, although he doesn't seem much different from normal -- just a little more distant. HAVE FUN! ♥))

[what's that? time for a zap? okay then! ZZZZZZT! Ed, however, doesn't seem to be paying attention to it -- not from the sound of things at least. The first thing heard is the sound of a door shutting...and then a pause.]

[...] The hell are you still doing here?

Beats me, dood! Nothing better to do!

Nothing better to-- ...tch! Get the hell out! And quit following me around!

Hey! I figured you could use some help is all, dood, you small kids shouldn't--


[It doesn't get to finish its sentence, as evidenced by the roar of anger and Ed-ness. Is this the sound of a prinny being drop-kicked across the apartment? Yes. Yes it is.

...And is that the sound of said prinny exploding when it hits the ceiling?

Yes. Yes it is.]

((so there's a hole in the ceiling now. whomever is in marshall 207 might notice a sudden hole in their floor too. SORRY ABOUT THAT.))

[ZZZZT.]

--Shit! This fucking-- [...] Fine, hell, I'm posting. The hell is so special about every, what, two weeks? Tch.

[Amidst this typical Ed-grumbling, a muffled wail can be heard. It's hard to make out, but it sounds like a very faint cry of YUKIIIII. YUKIIIIIIIIIIIII.]

[...] The hell is that?

[Sound of a door opening; now the yelling can be heard pretty well]

What the fuck are you do-- ... ... ... ......where the hell are your clothes?!

[more of that hysterical girly wailing] YUKI THREW ME OUT! I CAN'T GET BACK IN!

Okay, okay, would you just-- keep your fucking hands on that sheet, I don't need to see--! [...sigh orz what is my life] Hell. Calm down, would you? I'll...get you some clothes. Or something.

[the post ends there]

((ooc: pink is shuichi who is in the hallway naked with a sheet wrapped around him xD))

[the transmission begins mid-sentence; the sound of shuffling papers and flipping pages can be heard]

--don't know what it means yet, but I figure it has to be important. [...] The names are the same as the ones you hear around here, and if that's where Green is from... Hey, Al, can you pass me that notebook?

[A pause, much, much longer than it should be]

Al? Where the hell'd you-- AL!

Shit. Shit. He can't be-- [...Another pause. Ed grabs his communicator, fumbling with it; a few clicks can be heard, and then--]

[...]

Son of a bitch-- [He sucks in a deep breath] Bring him back! You bastards-- BRING HIM BACK!

[There's a loud clatter and crash; he's hit the wall, with communicator in hand. Static can be heard for a few moments, and then the post ends]

((ooc: where al drops, ed angsts >: also, still backtagging on the 4th wall post, sorry for the delay xD and thanks everyone for tagging it, eee ♥))

[Ed was in the library for most of the night, communicator off, focusing pretty intently.

So he looks pretty shocked when he LEAVES the library and finds an OCEAN OF NEW PEOPLE]

What the--

[...]

[.......]

[definitely recognizes this, fml]

Oh hell.

((ooc: once again, commentlogging/actionspam is welcome! in fact, ANYTHING GOES. BOTHER THE HELL OUT OF HIM FFF ♥))

[The audio clicks on: for a while, not much can be heard. Footsteps, occasionally the sound of a pencil scratching across paper.

Edward Elric is currently in the museum, taking a very close look at a lot of its contents. He spends a decent amount of time in the first room, but it seems to be full of mostly superficial war elements: mock-ups of weaponry, armor, things like that. He stops for a while at the two statues: God of Death, God of Family.

Then, onto the second room. He falls silent for a while, observing, writing, walking the room. Then even the footsteps stop. After a long pause, he speaks, but he sounds more like he's talking to himself:]

"Hollisland," huh.

[...] "Accidimus," "Hollish," "Discedimus." Siege of Dissimulo?...

[A few more footsteps can be heard, and then the audio times out]

((OOC NOTE: this is an open commentlog invitation to anyone in the area of the museum who wants to interact with ed! (regular comments are also cool but yeeeeahh commentlogs whoo!) ))

[BZZZZZT.] --SHIT! What the hell?! It hasn't been--

[pause] ...Hnn. Well. Guess I should post anyway.

[switches to TEXT]

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Back to work, I guess. Anyone working on the 4th floor of Marshall, you're working with me now. For that...construction team. Thing. Anything else needs repairs, let me know.

Guess I've gotten lazy with it, but my brother and I still run an Alchemy workshop every week. Anyone interested in learning, or sharing things from their own world -- every Friday in the elementary school.

Plenty of people leaving lately. Hell...she was here even longer than me. At least they left together.

[...] Haru, Kai, everyone else. Are you guys all right?

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Looks like we'll be leaving soon. Buddy system. Heh. Winry, think you can get the rest of that shop together without my help?

((ooc: backdated to this morning because lol work. ...OH YEAH. commentlog option for anyone in reno's group leaving the city!))

[The video clicks on; Ed can be seen quietly staring at his right hand. Flexing and bending his wrist, balling his hand into a fist and then relaxing it...this continues for a little while. The video's a little dim, but something definitely seems different about that hand. Then he frowns, putting his hand over his eyes.]

Equivalent exchange...bullshit. Nothing about this is equal.

[...]

[There's a long, heavy pause; realization hits him like a sack of bricks and he's immediately on his feet (a little wobbly, because there's a weight difference without automail), an almost desperately hopeful look on his face as he looks around.]

Al-- Al! Are you here?!

((ooc: I AM SO SO SO SORRY FOR DROPPING TAGS ON THE LAST POST. i was planning to do them today but i think this is way too important to ignore. and. I'M SOOOOORRYYYYYY. also for yuuko's event, ed has his real arm and leg back :D))