Open RP Post

[armoured]

If you would like to play with Alphonse, whether we have met or not, please feel free to respond to this post using any of options provided.

General/Fluff
1. First meetings
2. Both guests at a third person's party
3. Dinner date
4. Broken down train or bus
5. Lost and needing directions
6. Cake in the rain

Sad/Serious
1. Injured (either you or Al)
2. Nightmares
3. Remembering bad memories
4. Fighting overwhelming odds
5. Fighting each other
6. Confessing dark secrets

Random/Wildcard
Any other scenario is welcome, I will roll with it.

Comments

[forfeits]

Good. It's settled, then.

[ he laughs a little again, an easy smile in place where the firm grimace had been before. ]

Yeah, well, I have to take care of you, too, you know. I slept a lot already. [ he rises from the bed, stretching his arms as far over his head as he can, wincing when he feels a tiny shock of pain in his right shoulder. the rain always did make the stumps hurt. ] See, I'm rearing to go, Al. Nothing can hold me back. Ready to get out there and fight, and research and --

[ and there's pain in his leg, the same sharp pinch from before and he stumbles a little, teetering and very nearly falling over. ] Maybe not. [ a tired, but silly grin. ]

[armoured]

[Heart panging a little bit, Al reaches out to catch hold of Ed's arm supportively before he can topple onto his stupid face.]

You're pushing yourself too hard, you're really going to get hurt if you keep this up. You need rest, and now it looks like you need maintenance too. Maybe we should head back and see Winry for a few days?

[forfeits]

[ how embarrassing all of this is, really. Ed sighs, thankful for Al's help, and rights himself, frowning. ]

It's just the rain, Al. I get a little creaky when it starts to storm. Moisture and pressure change. I'm fine, I promise.

[ but Al's probably right -- he should go back to Winry, it's been some time and he's likely overdue for a tune up. ]

We can't go back, Al, not yet. I'll be fine for a little while longer. It's just the storm. It'll pass. [ but that doesn't stop him from returning to the bed to sit down, wincing as he bends his knee, rubbing at it. ]

[armoured]

We can go back, and we should. Winry's right, you don't take good enough care of your automail and then it gets damaged.

[He's only lecturing to get a rise out of Ed, and thus hopefully distract him from the pain and the melancholy that's gripped his poor older brother since he jolted awake.]

You should listen to her more often.

that icon is hilarious.

[forfeits]

[ ... really, Al, really? Ed lets the first few comments slip by with little regard, but it's only when he suggests he listen to Winry more that his demeanor changes. his cheeks fill with color and he frowns, brow furrowing. ]

It's not my fault that evertime we go out someone's trying to kill us! I didn't exactly put a sign on my back you know, Al. "Look! Here's the Full Metal Alchemist. Please try to rip off his metal arm, that's his favorite!"

[ he huffs and points at Al. ] And you. Siding with her? You can't side with her, you're my brother! If I listened to her I'd be... she'd make me drink milk. [ he sticks his tongue out, making a face. even the idea of drinking milk makes his stomach churn. ] Traitor. [ he folds his arms over his chest, quietly fuming. ]

[armoured]

It's not being a traitor to look out for you, Brother! Winry is an excellent automail mechanic, and she knows what she's talking about when she tells you how to care for it.

[He folds his own arms, looking down at Ed forbiddingly from his much higher vantage point.]

...Besides... she gets mad at me too when you damage yourself.

[forfeits]

You've called her already, haven't you?

[ he loves his brother, he truly does, but sometimes he wishes he didn't have to go all the way back to Resembool, where things were too familiar. it's Al's vantage point over him, though, that makes the alchemist frown, cheeks puffing up, going red. ]

Don't look at me like that, all right, Al? Jeez. I'll go, okay? I'll go back and have her look at it. But it's just the rain. She'll tell you the same thing you know.

[armoured]

Maybe, but she'll also tune your arm and leg to make them work better and minimise that sort of pain.

[He sounds so cheerful now that he's got his own way.]

So go back to sleep, Brother, we have a long journey tomorrow.

[forfeits]

[ Ed lets out a long sigh, looking both annoyed and grateful, somehow. he can't deny Al, no matter what he wants. ]

You two can't keep teaming up against me. It's not fair, you know. You're supposed to agree with me, not her.

[ there's no heat behind his voice though, and he shifts to lay back down, arms behind his head. ]

I'm sorry, Al. Can't keep my arm and leg in decent shape. It's slowing us down. I just want to get you your body back.

[armoured]

Don't apologise.

[It's gentle, but firm at the same time. He doesn't give a reason why not, it's just an order that he expects Ed to obey.]

We're both going to get our bodies back soon, I promise, so don't worry about it. Worry more about what Winry's going to say when we show up for repairs again.

[forfeits]

[ count on Al to turn a situation around. he groans aloud when he mentions Winry's reaction. whenever he returns home to show off his damaged automail, it's never, ever a happy "welcome home" that they get from Winry. Ed's amazed he's not gotten a concussion, how many times a wrench or two have been chucked at his head. ]

She's going to kill me. You'll have to go on without me, Al. Adventure into the wide world all alone, because I was killed by a girl. Just make sure they don't put the cause of death on the certificate, okay? Bludgeoned by wrench doesn't exactly have a very nice ring to it, you know.

[armoured]

[He can't help but chuckle at that, finally relaxing again now that the tension seems to be ebbing and the darkness of the nightmares has been alleviated.]

Sorry, Brother, but I don't think I can lie about something like that, you'll just have to be remembered as the state alchemist who was killed by his mechanic.

[forfeits]

W-What?! Al, no, you can't do that to me.

[ he huffs and prods his brother's metal armor with an equally metal foot, the clank a satisfying sound. ]

I'll leave a note, saying you did it. I'll frame you, you know. It won't be quite a lie, either. It's conspiracy, sending me back there to die. Thanks, Al, I really appreciate it.

[ he yawns again though and lets his limbs fall to his sides, sprawled on the bed too much like a fussy child unwilling to sleep. there are dark circles under his eyes, and he rolls onto his side, taking the blanket with him. ]

But I guess I'll forgive you this once. Let you leave me to die by the hands of the Rockbells' wrenches. [ a broad grin. ]

[armoured]

[Al takes a seat beside the bed, resisting the urge to reach out and tuck Ed up a bit more securely. He might act the part of the caretaker sometimes, despite being the younger brother, but he knows Ed's pride might be bruised if he did something as blatant as that.

His voice is warm and fond when he replies, softly so as to lull Ed off towards sleep, and with eternal gratitude that even in the middle of everything they can still joke.]

Nobody would ever believe you, I could kill you right now and people still wouldn't believe it, it would be the perfect crime.

[forfeits]

... are you saying I'm small enough, so you could easily hide my body? Is that what you're saying, Al, huh?

[ never mind the rather incessant twitching in his eye, Ed bristles in his place under the covers, giving his younger brother a very pointed look. ]

Then everyone would think you really were the Full Metal Alchemist, and I was just the pipsqueak younger brother with stunted growth after all...

[ oh, if he could cry at the inhumanity of it all, he would. ] So unfair, Al.

[armoured]

No, I'm saying that I don't have a scary face like you do, so nobody will think I'm capable of committing such a crime.

[He chuckles to himself, ignoring the bristling of Ed under the blankets.]

Besides, you're getting bigger.

[forfeits]

My face isn't scary! Why would you say something like that, huh? Huh?!

[ he huffs, though his anger does seem to cool relatively quickly at the comment about his height. ]

You really think so? [ and for all of his dramatics, Edward's smile is even for a change, genuine, as though the darkness of the journey and past is forgotten for the moment. ] I guess I'll keep you around then. I debated taking you to the antique shop, you know, can't have you making me look too little. But since I'm getting bigger... maybe it's not necessary. [ he reaches out his flesh hand, pressing his palm to the armor's shoulder. ]

You know, Al, I think we'll be okay. We'll make it.

[armoured]

Mm.

[He reaches down and rests his fingers over Ed's, gentle and careful. He wishes that he could feel through the metal and fabric of his body, he would give anything in the world just to have the sensation of touching his brother's hand right now.]

I know we will, I've never doubted it. You're the most determined person I know, you're the reason we'll make it.

[forfeits]

[ so maybe Al can't feel it, but that doesn't change the fact that it's his brother in there, after all. that his brother's soul is fused to the metal. he'll treat him like his brother all the same. he squeezes the shoulder, even if it only means gripping metal. ]

Don't say that, Al. We'll make it together. It won't be any other way. [ he's doing this for Al, mostly, after all, and Al keeps him grounded, makes him human. he needs that. ]

Besides, someone's gotta make sure I don't fall apart... [ he hadn't realized how tired he was, but every day that passes his body feels heavier and more tired, worn. his eyes are slipping shut long before he means for them to, the grip on the metal shoulder going slack. ]