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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.

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[Of course they're lost. Just when they need to get back to the station. It's such a large city, not to mention Ed and Al's first time around here that they have no clue where they are. Ed being Ed is stubborn and determined that if they just keep looking they'll figure it out from this rather badly drawn map they'd been given. Except it's been at least half an hour if not longer by now.....and they still haven't found the train station. He's growing increasingly frustrated but all the more determined the longer they search.]

It was around here somewhere....Can you see it, Al?

[Because. Well, Al does have a slight advantage in height, of course. Unless Ed literally climbs up to the armor to be half carried. Which Al has likely done before but that's usually to get Ed to safety or carrying him if his auto-mail gets busted. Regardless, Al is more likely to have picked up that Ed may or may not just literally be leading them around in circles here with the crowds and unfamiliar streets.]

( drip, drop, drip. a long trail of blood lead to a dark alley where the victim tumbled over pieces of rubbish. there was a gunshot wound through her small and frail arm. the pain overwhelmed her to the point where what was in front of her was no longer visible; all she saw was abstract lights and colors. this wasn't the first time mathilda had come face to face with death. the first time was when her entire family was killed in their home, and she had been out shopping. when she came back, the killers were still there, and she had to make a quick and sly escape. however, this was the first time she had actually been injured.

there was a gun in mathilda's hand, an amt hardballer to be exact. the two contenders in the game of life or death were mathilda and an older man. the man who had killed her younger brother. she didn't care much about the rest of her family, they had all treated her horribly. it was her younger brother that she loved and mourned. so when the chance for revenge arouse, the reckless girl took it and nearly lost herself in it.

as the night grew dimmer and colder, mathilda finally stumbled upon a broken wooden box, and fell onto the ground. the gun in her hand glided across the cold floor until it stopped. as mathilda rose her head up to see where the gun went, she saw a large figure standing before her. in the darkness, and in her distress, she could not tell what it was that was before her. fear quickly settled into her mind. )

Please.....don't kill me....I'm done.

( her last words before she broke out into a loud gasp, and promptly fainted. )

[Just what they need. There's nothing obviously wrong with the car, aside from the fact that it's stubbornly slowing down despite the fact that it shouldn't be. And it's raining. Roy frowns at the steering wheel when they finally grind to a halt.]

It's like a bad joke.

[The whole day, or maybe just the current situation. Nothing to do for it but get out and see what's wrong.]

[ it isn't often Ed has nightmares. he rarely sleeps soundly enough to have nightmares, but tonight, as they sleep in a drafty little inn, he dreams. it's nothing but flashes of light, the wet gasping sounds of his mother (or what should have been her), the blood on the floor.

he swears he can almost taste copper, the acrid stuff biting at his throat, stinging his tongue. he doesn't thrash much but mumbles, grips the quilt over him tightly, clenches his jaw. it's only when the creature in the damp, dark basement growls something thick and raspy that his eyes snap open, air rushes between his lips and he's wholly awake.

he sits up slowly, brow sticky with sweat, braid loose and fraying. he forgets that Al can't sleep, can't dream the same way he can. forgets that the suit of armor sharing a room with him is far more than that, as he tries to rub sleep out of his eyes. he rubs hard at his brow, attempting to will the shaking breaths and trembling fingers away. ]

Jeez.

[ Ed wasn't entirely sure they were going to make it out alive -- the battle had been grueling, exhausting him in ways he'd never thought he could be. so many years have led to this moment, brought them to a medical ward with too many tests, too many doctors, and too many questions.

how can they explain human transmutation? how can they begin to explain everything they've learned through Truth? they can't. Ed suffers through stress tests, needles poking and prodding, an automail adjustment on his leg, he's finally gotten the doctors to leave him alone. everything in his body hurts, even after visiting Truth, after surrendering his Alchemy for his brother's body.all he wants is to see his brother, to make sure they put all of their effort into him.

Ed could deal with pain, with malfunctioning limbs, with fatigue, especially when his brother lay in the hospital bed weak, emaciated and hurt. he doesn't even realize how late it is when he's finally left alone at Al's bedside, and Ed feels something akin to despair and joy together swelling in his chest, making him choke on his words, his voice a hoarse whisper. ]

Hey, Al. [ not a suit of armor, not a hollow body, no tinny voice. just his brother, his Alphonse, whole and human, for how very little of him rests in the large bed. ]

[ as much as Winry enjoys seeing the Elric brothers, their arrival only means days upon days of hard work. it means slaving over metal and welding tools, screws and bolts, oil and sweat, to make sure that when Edward leaves, his arm and leg are in perfect shape.

in fact, she's spent the past three days and nights nearly rebuilding Ed's arm after some accident. the clock in Granny's sitting room chimes three times -- three in the morning -- and Winry can feel a bone-deep weariness beginning to settle through her. she's done. the arm in perfect shape, ready for one more adventure.

but if Ed's arm has come back in this shape, what were the boys doing? she could never have imagined the danger they're putting themselves in. though she's tired to the core, her mind is racing a thousand miles per minute, and she stretches, stepping outside to sit on the lawn, looking up at the dark skin speckled with stars. she'd do anything for either of them, no matte the cost. they deserved that much, at least, didn't they? ]

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