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Edward's cipher: 

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Information with Maes in terms of 'bad guys'

"And as far as code goes... Thankfully we have the network, which helps. But if we want to communicate in person... Two fingers extended and then a glance at the person if they're just suspicious. Three fingers and a glance if you think they're an active threat?"

Bad guys on the look out...

Saul, Envy, Greed, Madara, Kurotsuchi, Sebastian. Then there are the ones that are shady but either haven't tried to hurt someone that we've seen, or are biding their time - Kamui, Carmen, Hisoka.

I always enjoy thoughts and ideas on how I can improve Ed, as well as information if I'm slipping on his characterization.


Or if you want to plot! Please let me know, and I'll respond as soon as I can.








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If anyone should be on this chart, please comment and I'll get you set up, lovelies! It's just going to take me some time.

-=Ed's looks ready to drop but he's still going. While not seriously injured, the constant movement and alchemy use with no sleep is just as bad as if he'd been trapped under rubble.=-

Okay, look. Anyone who has any carpentry or architecture skills needs to speak up. We need people to assess these buildings and find out if they're salvagable or not.

We also need a group working on the rest of these fires.


-=He spaces out for a minute, probably wondering where his brother is, then shakes it off.=-

Is anyone else working on these things, yet?

-=Ed's in the kitchen area of Solve, painstakingly painting glass balls. A few of them are finished and hanging off cupboards while others are in various states of completion.=-


-=There's a crap load of twine for the baskets, but he isn't touching that yet. He'll tie in those knots later.=-

[[offlines are welcome too!]]

--I fucking told you, but do they ever listen to me? No! Why the hell should they pay attention?

This place is a fucking time bomb and I've had enough of it. The Animus can go to hell for all I care!


-=Cue no scene with Ed, but just a view of one of his bedroom walls and a bunch of stomping around. Hey, at least he doesn't have to worry about a ring this time.=-

[This is after Mandrake's post]

You know....

I'm really disliking the fact this guy is taking too many liberties. Now, I know for a fact that I'm not government material, because ... I just don't give a damn.

If Mustang feels he's well enough to take up his position in the future, what makes any of us think that Mandrake will let him back in, hmm? It's not like he's asked for help, right? Has anyone offered him help? Has anyone said that this is the wrong route and a vote should happen? If this guy really wants a government, he should be treating it like one instead of some anarchy.

-=He's tired and gives a big yawn. He hasn't been sleeping well, but he's worked on lack of sleep before.=-

And so far there hasn't been a public announcement that Mustang's stepped down. When is he going to tell the public that he's taking over all the leadership positions, huh?

By the way, how are you doing, Colonel?

Hey, uh... Hanna.

-=He runs his hand through his hair.=-

So. About that prom.



[[So in order to make this happen, any tag not Hanna's will be assumed hours later. Otherwise there's no asking out.]]

-=Ed's heading back to Solve, grumbling as he's dragging about a dozen different snap traps, snares, and other things meant to maim and imprison.=-

I was out looking for a good site for a new project. Anyone missing any of these traps? I'm telling you now, you need to mark these better for people. And having them out here every few feet doesn't make your chances in catching anything bet--

*SNAP!*

-=He stops dead and looks down with the PCD. His left leg is fully engulfed by another snap trap. The boot and pant leg are now shredded by the trap's razor teeth. Oddly, he doesn't seem to be in any pain.=-

SEE WHAT I MEAN?! YOU GOTTA KNOCK THIS OFF- THIS IS THE THIRD PAIR OF PANTS THAT HAVE BEEN RUINED BY THIS SHIT!

-=Ed's been out all day collecting apples. There are more than five huge crates by the house, and two of them are over flowing. And Ed's dragging another tarp over to the third crate, huffing and dragging and finally he drops it. This is going to happen all week, so Ed is going to be more than a little scarce=-



Apples. Everywhere, apples. And not one cinnamon tree. -=He doesn't seem upset about that part.=-


-=Then he looks up to the sky.=- A nutmeg tree would have been nice!

-=The chaos of this scene is in the background as Ed makes the transmission. Curious, it's from Mustang's device and not Ed's. It is seen that his right side is lacking an arm.=-

Unohana. I'm sorry I'm bothering you at this late hour, but you're needed at the theater. There's been...

-=His voice chokes for a moment, and then he takes a breath.=-

There's been an incident. You need to come here before it get's worse. Please.








[[Sorry for the minor spamming!]]

-=There's a soft groan from the PCD. There really isn't much to see, black on black. Black movement on a black background. There's the sound of movement, shuffling here and there.=-

Nngh... what the hell. My head.

Negi? -=His voice is quiet at first, but then starts to get stronger.=- What the fuck is this... Negi! Where the hell did you put me?


-=And then silence. Just the sound of Ed's breathing.=-

Negi? -=Quiet again.=- Hello! -=No echo. Which means---=-

DID YOU LOCK ME IN THE FUCKING CLOSET?! -=Then there's grunting, a struggle, and then a THUNK followed by a =- ..... ow.

Bastard didn't even leave me my damn hands. Great. -=If Negi did, Ed would have transmuted himself out of here by now. This was not a part of the process this time. But with his body tied up like this, there was no way.=-

Great.


-=He doesn't even know the PCD is here with him. =-

We're all in fucking trouble, aren't we?



[[NOTE! This post coincides with THIS LOG]]

-=Seems Ed's busy in the garden that they have on Solve's property, weeding one last time and pulling up whatever vegetables were ready to be harvested. The next project after this was roof inspection. But for now, Ed seems a little at peace this morning as he sings under his breath. His voice and tone isn't perfect-It will never be, but it's not unpleasant to listen to.=-


I wake up
to beat the sun from her glory
I'm only
one cigarette
away from mobility
It's always
punch in punch out
go to work and go back home
there's only one chance left
and I know
and I know
where she is waiting...


-=An old war/work ditty. Probably something Havoc taught him one time, who knows. Or he picked it up in Risembool. Regardless, it's something he remembers from home and he doesn't mind repeating it as he works.=-


[[Song is Punch in, Punch Out by Seven Mary Three]]

-=Ed's in the barn with the PCD propped up on the shelf. He's hard at work brushing and cleaning the dust off the pink cow that's happily swishing her tail. He then turns to start cleaning out her hooves and trimming them.=-

So. Winter's coming soon, girl. We have to make certain you're set for the winter and nice and cozy. At least the sheep can keep you company, right? Maybe in the spring we'll have a lamb or two.

-=His response is basically a MOOOOO and the cow turning her head, trying to reach his braid with an outstretched tongue.=-

The hay should be alright in the loft. We didn't get as much as we thought we would because of the flooding. Stupid Animus. -=He's oblivious to the giant tongue trying to get to his hair.=- Maybe next season we'll have better luck--OW!

-=He feels that tug and has to let go of the hind leg as he's flailing, trying to grab his hair.=- Marge! MY HAIR IS NOT FOOD!!!!

-=The weather's taken a sudden turn from hot and sunny to cool and cloudy. This morning finds Ed on the couch, somewhat sprawled. Funny how the couch is more comfortable than his own bed. And the PCD is happily running on record on the coffee table, giving everyone a clear view of one Edward Elric in sleep pants, his shirt hiked up to his chest, and a cloth covering his eyes.

There's a small "prrp!" and Kitty hops up with an ear twitch, sniffing Ed for a moment before stepping daintily on him and settling half on his belly and half in the crook of his legs. Ed's face frowns for a moment, but he doesn't move the cloth.=-

Damn, cat.

-=His left hand starts slowly scritching Kitty's chin and she starts purring up a storm with the happiest kitty face expression ever.=-

Hey there, everyone! I have those character sheet things ready for roleplay. Who wants to play
next week?







[[For anyone interested in Ed's Role playing, D&D game, information on your character creating a character is here!]]

-=Ed's seen slowly going around the house, painting something brownish red on all the walls, each window and the doors, muttering to himself.=-

Well. Guess I might find out sooner or later if this shit really works.

-=If people look closely enough, they may recognize them as the sigils Castiel was working on not so long ago. Ed finishes, and he looks at his handy work.=-

This is really gross. But it's done. Okay. Barn now. -=The feed cuts out with him peering at the jar of 'paint' he's been using.=-

Who left the faucet running again?

-=That's right. Ed's seated on the floor in front of the door with the door open. Cross-legged and contemplating, he watches the water swirl in the doorway as if it's held back by some unseeing force.=-

This is... weird. What's going on outside? -=He can see some kelp waving a bit here and there a school of colorful fish darting past, and then this huge pink manatee. But he doesn't know it's a manatee.=- What the hell is that?

-=The manatee seems to be coming closer. It's heading for the door.=- What the hell is... oh no, you're not coming in here! -=Better start closing the door-=-

MOOOOOOOOOO! -=There's now a cow head inside the door with a manatee body in the water!=-

AHHHHHH!!!! -=Yeah, that's a bit of a freak out, there.=-

-=Ed's just lounging, humming a bit as he's flipping through that book he found a while ago. The pages sound dry, but even Ed couldn't reverse much of the water damage.=-

Okay, so this book I found is a rule book to a game. It looks like you fill out a sheet, make up some imaginary character according to the rules, and then put those characters through adventures and quests. In order to keep the laws of probability fair, dice are rolled at pivotal times to determine if characters or villians are successful at things.

-=He looks up, forgetting about the wire spectacles on his face.=-

So who's up for a game of slaying dragons?

-=Ed's walking near the lake, still searching for his cow. At this point, nearly a month after the floods, he's about ready to cut his losses. By now she couldn't possibly be found, right? He hated to think he got this attached to a cow. A stupid, freaking cow=-

Damnit, Marge...

-=And in the distance, he hears a moo.=-

Huh? -=Ed's head pops up, looking around.=- Must be my imagination.


MooooOOOOOooo..


No. That's not my imagination.

-=He turns to the lake and scans it.=- No way. Not possible, right? -=But there is a little island out there.=-

Mooooooo!


MARGE?! ARE YOU OUT THERE?! Fuck! How the hell did she get out on the island?


MOOOOOO!

Hold on, Marge! I'll get you out of there!

How can i get her out of there? I don't have my alchemy.

What the ... what is this? -=Ed's mucking around in a place that had books and lifts one up. It's waterlogged, but the cover can still be seen=-

I've never seen this book before. I wonder if Al knows about it. -=he handles it carefully, reverently. Books are always cherished in his hands.=- I'll have to dry it out. -=Because, come on, there's a dragon on the cover! It's gotta be cool, right?=-


Anyone seen this here before in the library or anything?






[[My own insanity has enabled me to start a D&D group here with our characters! Plotting post is pending.]]

-=Ed's lounging on the couch, the PCD on the end table so all the audience can see is his hair, which is down. His right side is pressed against the back of the couch and there's a small motor going while Ed's petting Kitty, who's firmly on his stomach. One might spot a pink ear here and there.=-


Hey, Alex. I'm going to be out of commission for a while, so I won't be up to help out with gutting out the rest of that building.

Miss Juliet, I haven't forgotten about carding the wool, but I'm a little indisposed of for the time being. I'll let you know when I'm up to finishing it and the spindles.

Negi? If you can put Marge out, she should be okay for the next few days.

-=Ed's outside the clinic, seated on the steps, poking around on his PCD.=-

What the hell is going on in this place again? More zombies? No. Something else, then.

-=He's doing more muttering to himself than anything else. It's unlikely he knows that he turned the machine on, actually.=-

Vampires. I wonder if the Naked Guy would be able to help contain whoever's gone rouge. Yeah, that's a good idea, I'll have Al talk to hi-

-=Ed's distracted by a 'baaaaaaaaaaa' and he looks up. Walking down the street is a herd of rainbow sheep.=-

...

....




...

....


Fuck. Sheep.


-=And he leaves the PCD on the steps as he darts down to start herding those sheep into a transmuted pen.=-

SHEEP!

[[Sorry for the post spammage, guys. I think Ed muse will be satisfied now that this block of plot/drama is done for a while.]]

-=Ed's walking from the Squid Lake with an odd look on his face. It's not quite contentment. It's not happiness, either. If closure had an expression, this would be probably be it.=-

Al. I'm finishing that filter today. Or... tomorrow or whatever. I'm just working through it nonstop.

Time to focus on what's important around here. Sorry I lost sight of that.


-=The next time he speaks, he's addressing anyone else.=-

Hey. The Colonel was starting up some sort of Hostel/hotel thing here. Does anyone have any more information on it? I want in on getting it finished. People need places to live, after all. Safe places.



-=All the while, this is in the background.=-

-=Ed's had a hard week. Month, season. Whatever. He's doing his best to ignore this as he trudging through the graveyard. There are two wreaths of white flowers in his hand as he walks. His PCD is in his pocket, so all one sees is dark as one hears the crunching of feet and perhaps the small sound of him humming to the song.=-

-=The walk stops and there's the sound of something solid and perhaps a little fragile sliding over stone. The dark explodes into light and a befuddled Edward is blinking at the recording light. Fuck.=-

Hey, Al. This one time.

-=There's a tight smile on his face. It doesn't reach his eyes, and the muscles are strained.=-

Just this once, let's get drunk, okay?

-=He ... just doesn't want to deal with today, and the music is bothering him, even if he's trying to ignore it.=-


-=And then the song starts over again and he looks up at the sky.=-


Aw, come ON!!!! You have it on a goddamned LOOP?!

-=He's out in the morning light, head bowed, sitting on some boulder out back. He doesn't say anything, doesn't even look at the PCD.=-


-=He's weaving a wreath by hand. Of white flowers.=-

-=And when he does speak, there's a shaky sigh just before. He sounds defeated.=-


I'm tired of this place.

-=He sounds cautious.=-

Everyone alright? No weird body parts or thoughts of going crazy? No memory wipes? Sparkles? Urges to sing and dance out in the street? -=Okay, that one might be normal, now a days.=-



-=He was expecting a curse from the Animus today. And... nothing.=-

Hey. I'm going to take a break for a bit, go see an old friend.









-=What little does Ed know is that he'll go to Roland's house and find him gone. All replies to tags will be delayed about two hours and reflect his new information.=-

-=Ed's studying. Or doing something with a book and notebook and scribbling things down. He looks up for a moment, rubbing his eyes.=-

Oh.. hey, this thing's on again. -=Stupid thing.=-

Anyone seen Al recently? I found these journals in my room, and they look like his handwriting but... -=He sighs a bit, bringing up his right hand. His fleshy right hand.=- This is ridiculous. Why would he be writing like he was me? And how we got our bodies back?

It's another weird thing the Animus are doing, right? Making us believe in these weird pieces of history they've dropped everywhere. It's another mind fuck, isn't it?





[[For the duration of the what-if event, Ed has NO AUTOMAIL. Feel free to point that out.]]

-=Ed looks... Irate. Very irate.=-

WHERE IS SHE, AND HOW THE HELL DID SHE GET INTO MY GODDAMNED ROOM!?


-=After eating, passing out, and then waking up, he had done his daily chores and coated himself with mud while digging the water filter basin. Then he had showered, skipped the shaving (he's looking only slightly scruffy there) and decided to go and check in on the network. Edward has just found his PCD be-dazzled. Said be-dazzler used to belong to a specific Kogal and now his worst fears are confirmed: Either Ai-Ai's back or her ghost is haunting him=-

It's about goddamn time the jungle left. The humidity was getting to me. I'm lucky I didn't start rusting, dammit.


.... Is Negi back, yet?

-=Ed's voice sounds oddly calm. Almost... serene. A serene Edward on the PCD? Is that possible?=-

Alphonse?

Don't come into my room.

I have... there's a spider in there.



-=More than just a spider, there are very large, NSFW super hairy and ugly looking SPIDERS in his room. And right now, Ed's on the other side of his room, trying to figure out how to get to the door before they come and eat him.=-




[[Seriously. If you have an issues with spiders, DO NOT CLICK. If you LOVE spiders, she's a beautiful Cambodian BLUE TARANTULA!]]

Hey. Tomorrow's Al's birthday. He's a whopping 18 years on the first. So wish him a good one while I go hide his birthday present, okay? I'll unlock this to him later.






-=And he's off to Al's room, handmade stuffed kitty in his hands=-

-=There's Ed in his bed with the PCD being a shit again. It looks like he hasn't been sleeping well this night, but there are no apparent changes to his body, either. Tossing and turning, he finally wakes up it's with a start, his lungs working frantically as the last of the nightmares fade away.

-=He looks around in attempts to reorientate himself as he sits up. His hair's loose around his shoulders as a haunted look flashes across his face.=-

Come'n, Rachel, do you have to sing so early in the morning?


-=It's a soft mutter, a line that seems he says every morning. He seems to realize that it wasn't her singing that's woken him up. Before the PCD can catch a glimpse of his face crumpling up, he curls into himself, hiding his face with his automail leg.=-


-=The feed times out.=-

Who wants to help me dig a hole? It's going to be a really big hole. Complete with eventual cave ins and sludge to boot.


[Private to Sebastian]

When do you want your cow back?

...You can keep the ring, if you want.

If you haven't noticed, Winry went home. We automail people have to fend for ourselves again, I guess.

-=He keeps pacing from room to room to room to room, but the damn things keep following him!=-

ISN'T THIS STUPID CURSE THING DONE, YET?

-=There's a bit of humming in the kitchen as Ed's working to make some breakfast for himself. Ed has a piece of toast sticking out of his mouth as he's cooking some rare eggs for an omelette.=-


-=That humming sounds familiar, and Ed seems to be in a rare good mood today=-


-=He's humming happy birthday. But who's birthday is it?=-


Hmm. Needs pepper. -=He starts rooting around for some pepper as the omelette cooks, setting aside cinnamon and sugar off to the side. Anyone else who comes down can have that on their toast. He likes his plain.=-

-=Ed has this little boy "Oh god, I wish I was doing something else" tone to his voice as he speaks. He sounds small and squeemish about this.=-


Ah, Winry? Do-do you think that I could have some regular automail come the spring time? While the northern automail is good--

I-I mean it's FANTASTIC! Really, it's great! I haven't broken it or anything, really!


I just don't want to get lazy with the lighter automail, that's all! I can have it back in the fall and it'll be great, right?


So... ah--you think that's possible?

-=Edward's going around the interior of Solve, holding the PCD in one hand, setting it down when he sees a piece of gaudy drapery covering a chair. There's the sound of clapping hands and gloved hands are palmed on the fabric, transmuting the fabric pattern with a flash of light. A few moments later, the fabric appears to have become new aphostery, complete with a little throw pillow! Of skulls and horns.=-


-=This is grumbled under his breath, among other things.=-

Tired of looking at all of this ratty crap. Idiot and his need for fashion~~~.


-=Ed doesn't sound pleased.=-

-=Ed's up in his room. His room that he alchemically locks so that freak of fashion nature doesn't touch it! It's full of flames and skulls and horns and all those cool things that Ed likes.=-

-=He's humming softly as he's standing by his mirror --oh yes, he stole one-- that's sitting on the dresser. There's scraping noises and then the sound of swishing water and the tinking of something metal hitting against the edge of a basin.=-

Stupid ass hairs. I wish you'd figure out what you're going to do. If you're going to grow, grow. If not, then stop poking out once a month.

-=Did we forget to mention he's shirtless? Yes. And shaving with his right hand; a testament to Winry's skill. The PCD is only recording his back, which is about as scarred as his front is. There's a lovely starburst scar on his left side, just below his ribs. Another detail that's important to see is that the green stone ring he had on a cord around his neck is now on the dresser, seemingly forgotten.=-

-=Ed is in the kitchen with a big ass grin on his face. He's surrounded by baskets of coal.=-

This has been GREAT! Hey, Al, we have some more fuel for the heater! The Animus finally did something right, for once!

-=It's hard to say when Edward's become the 'man of the house.' Right now he's outside bundled up as best as he could be while he's adjusting the positioning of the two solar water troughs for the cows. Both Marge and Pinky are outside with hay, both with halters on their heads.=-


There you go, girls. Drinking water! -=He's back to tossing out some extra hay before he feels comfortable enough to breathe into his hands.=-

At this rate, we'll have enough clods to burn for the rest of the winter and then some with you two. Which is fine by me. Now for that present.

-=Oh? Present? Ed goes into the barn and comes out with a StarCatcher with two gold stars meticulously painted on them. There's a net tied around it--very crooked, but stable. Something looks hand made!=-

I swear if she starts bitching about it, I'm going to suffocate her with the damn glass....

-=Ed's seated in the kitchen, rocking on the back two legs of his chair as he's slowly painting something on a glass bowl. It's time consuming since he has to wait for the paint to dry between colors and layers, so there's a couple around him in various states of completion.=-

We are going down the valley
Going down the valley
Going toward the setting of the sun
We are going down the valley
Going down the valley
We are going down the valley one by one


-=What is this? Words, under his breath, barely heard by the PCD with a sense of rhythm and tone. Is this young man singing? Surely not!=-

We are going down the valley one by one
With our faces toward the setting of the sun
Down in the valley where the mournful cypress grows
Where the streams of death in silence onward flows


-=An old war song he heard from the soldiers as they marched through his town. In spite of his youth and his abhorration for the military and what they represent, it has left it's mark on Edward, and it shows in the quiet moments.=-

We are going down the valley one by one
Yet before the shadowed veil will come the dawn,
And a gentle hand will lead us lest we fall,
Hell is going down the valley with us all.

-=It's most likely the reason why he can't stand all the singing around here. He's reminded too much of those soldiers on their death march, those who collapsed in front of their home, the dirty faced men who asked their mother permission to bury their comrades on their land. Haunting words echo in his head, and eventually slip out of his mouth.=-

We are going down the valley one by one
When the warring of this weary world is done;
When the warring of this weary world is past
We shall stand upon the river bank at last.


-=There's a soft hum from him as he lifts up the glass orb in one hand and then carefully sets it down to dry, picking up the next to paint.=-


[Action from house members are welcomed, and FMA people feel free to recognize the song as a Soldier's Lament.]

-=The PCD clicks open to a scene outside. Ed's leaning on a fence, chewing on a piece of hay as he stares out at the sky. It's sunrise, and getting really cold. There's a huff and a grunt by the machine before Ed's head shifts to the side and there's the distinct sound of licking with the huffs of warm breath steaming around Ed's head.=-

Yeah, it's around that time again, eh, Marge? In a couple weeks, the light show that's happening back home is gonna start, and we won't see any of it.

-=He sounds quiet and contemplative about it, reaching over to scratch the back of the cow's head, right behind an ear.=-

It's a pity, with everyone going on about their holidays, there's no way for the Amestrian one to come up, huh?

-=Ed watches the sun rise, still chewing on the straw.=-

Let's get you some feed, okay? -=he gets up, patting the pink cow's neck as he steps off the fence to walk back into the barn. The feed cuts out a few minutes later on the rising sun.=-




[[There's a bit of a head canon thing here for FMA crew. Come on and get a hold of me if you want to know more about StarsFall or haven't heard of me blather about it, yet!]]

Winry? I'm going to need you to take a look at my arm. -=He sounds tired. The frantic frustrated screaming all week long has made him hoarse as well.=-

At least, I think it's safe to deal with it now.

-=All you hear is one slobbery sound after another as Edward proceeds to consume the kitchen supplies after his week long fast.=-

...Why does everything taste like card board? I thought we had plenty of spices here, Al?