xD; i've been meaning to do this for a while! ed's a tough character to play, so if you have any feedback or changes i should make to how i play him, please feel free to let me know! i was an art student, i can take crit haha xD in fact, i would indeed like to be informed, because i'm always looking to improve how i play and stuff (even if you're not in the game, yanno). anon commenting SHOULD be on and ip logging is off. comments are screened. my one request is that you be civil and not rude ;3

thanks! any feedback is appreciated ♥

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

[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]

( Locked to Prydain's group that left the city )

( Locked to Sakon, viewable to Alphonse and Maka )

( Private//unhackable )

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?

( Private//unhackable )

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))

( Private//difficult to hack )

Al -- heading to the library. Meet me there later, all right?

Reno, you still planning that trip?

[...]

[He pauses, like he wants to say something else -- but he doesn't. Instead he clicks the communicator off; the transmission ends.]

[bzzzzzzzzzzzzt BECAUSE MUNFAIL, followed by a clatter; he's dropped the communicator, and the camera's pointing up at him from below; it shows a view of his apartment living room]

Shit--! WOULD YOU STOP DOING THAT?!

Tch...as if this place wasn't annoying enough lately, these things--

[And as if on cue, a block shoots out of the ground under Ed's feet thanks to Hohenheim's chip event thing, shooting him up to the ceiling and all but SQUISHING THE HELL OUT OF HIM. He'll just sit there being stuck for a while and thrashing about a bit, because his arms are pinned on either side of him and he can't reach to do a transmutation.

YEAH. THANKS DAD.]

FUCKING--! WHAT THE HELL?! SOMEONE GET ME DOWN.

[BZZZZZZZZT.]

Fu--! [...] Cut it out, would you?! I've been busy.

First zombies and now flowers -- doesn't seem to make much logical sense, does it? Everyone all right? Winry? ...Mom? Anyway, if anyone's got repairs they need done ...hell, or weapons they need made, I guess, let me know.

( Locked to Alphonse )

Sounds like we've got some loud new neighbors, too. The hell was all that noise for? I thought you guys were about to kill each other the other night.

So. Both of them.

[...] For that guy...tch. About damn time this place did something right.

[there's a short sigh; a clap can be heard, followed by the sound of a transmutation taking place. after a few moments, the noise ends]

Hey, Sakon. You all right? You've been quiet. Hell, putting it that way, the whole city has.

[a pause]

Looks like we've got some new people, so -- I'm Edward Elric. If you need something fixed or made, let me know. Got a workshop in the elementary school every friday, for everyone interested in learning something about alchemy -- or if you have something to share. Science, technology, ...magic, anything.

((ooc: er, he was just fixing the window in the hospital that he broke xD))

[the recording begins with some fumbling]

--at the hell is this supposed to be?! Can't see a damn thing-- there.

( Locked to the Police Force and Doctors//unhackable )

( Locked from Gilgamesh//unhackable )

( Locked to Mustang and Al//unhackable )

So-- [but suddenly, he makes a surprised noise and slams the communicator down nearby; it switches to video and reveals that Ed's in a room in the hospital, staring at what should be a window but appears to be completely covered with the Medicine Seller's ofuda -- hence the darkness in the room. A dim glow is emitted from the wall of papers, and for a while Ed seems to stare at them, motionless]

What...the hell--

[a pause; he looks like he's shaking, but not out of fear; he puts a hand over his automail shoulder]

S-shit... --What is this...a sick joke? What the hell are you showing me this for?! Stop it!

[evidently it doesn't stop, and after a second Ed lunges at the window, metal arm balled into a fist to strike it]

I said cut it out!!

[the glass shatters, and the ofuda rip and tear; light comes back into the room. after a minute, quietly:]

Hell...I don't need something like this to show me what we did wrong.

[the video times out]

((ed got shown the events that took place when he and al tried to bring back their mother :( but they shouldn't show for anyone else. uh. he'll fix that window eventually, promise xD))

So that guy's gone again. [...] Should've known he'd-- ...

[A pause, and a sigh]

...And it's still damn cold out here.

[There's a hoarse, wet cough, and what sounds like a contemplative silence -- except that his breathing's a little rough. After a while:]

Damn. What was that, anyway...hair? ...What the hell, that's fucking messed up--

[...]

Better get going.

((ooc: the jasdebi twins got their chips out and decided to find an unsuspecting victim. xD they got one or two good stabs in before he actually started fighting, and they ran away. jasdebi-players, i hope this is okay! OH RIGHT. he's making his way to the hospital, just in case any doctors want to take note of that gfhks))

[A few deep breaths, and the sound of footsteps crunching through snow can be heard]

...Took a bit longer than I thought it would. Didn't even-- ...tch!

So. What've I missed? Al, Winry, you still-- Shi--! AAACK!

[Some ground-rumbling can be heard, as well as what sounds like...rocks moving? The device clatters to the ground, switching to VIDEO in the process. And the first thing you see when it does? ...Ed hitting the ground with a dull 'thud' by the front door of the Horton apartments. He gets up with a grunt, glancing around.]

All right, what the hell was that?!

[...Except at that very moment, the ground around him begins to shake again.

Then a large deposit of snow from the roof falls, completely covering him. A muffled "DAMN IT!" can be heard before the post ends]

[the video begins, a little shaky. Ed seems to be holding something between his right thumb and index finger, though it's struggling. He puts the communicator camera closer: it's one of the black butterflies.]

Figured I'd try to get a closer look at these. Anyone got information they'd care to share?

[...]

Aside from the obvious shit, I know they bite and all that. Anyone know where they came from?

[He sets the communicator down, sticks the butterfly in a jar that was nearby and screws a lid on it.]

[Feed switches to TEXT]
( Locked to Roy Mustang//unhackable )

( Locked to Friends, AWAY from Fuhrer King Bradley//unhackable )

((ooc: 'friends' basically includes the people he's talked to YES EVEN IF YOU'VE TEASED HIM. yes hoho-papa it includes you too fff))

[the sound of slightly agitated pacing can be heard for a minute, but no talking.



and then.

SLAM! goes a foot into something wooden, like it's being kicked]

...Bringing in these kinds of people-- YOU SCIENTIST JERKS-- WHAT THE FUCKING FUCK ARE YOU GETTING AT?!

At least it's not dark anymore.

[Some rustling can be heard, and then a few 'thunk!'s and some general rustling]

But that broadcast yesterday... These things need to be plugged into a power source for them to work, so how the hell did they manage to do that? Again? And it hasn't worked since then, which makes me think--

[There's a grunt followed by another 'thunk!']

Hey, Al, could you hand me that--

[A pause]

Al? ...AL?!

[the post begins with a clatter, followed by a 'thud!' and some shallow breathing]

S...shit. The hell was that supposed to be, anyway--

[a pause; the labored breathing continues, along with what sounds like creaking metal, scraping on asphalt]

Well...heh. Nothing broken. Winry would've killed me, huh...

[...]

Tch-- ...What the hell, fucking cowards, attacking in the dark. I ought to--

[rustling and scuffling; it definitely sounds like he's trying to get up, doesn't it? after a while that stops. a deep breath or sigh can be heard, and then the post ends]

((ooc: ed got into a faito thanks to dio and ice goin around in the dark |Db set to befoooore the ash starts clearing up, whenever that is ♥))

Same old shit with a bunch of new people... Hey, Discedo, running out of creative ways to screw us all over? Although the darkness is a new twist, I'll give you that. Everyone all right?

[a sigh can be heard]

...I know Latimir's in a sorry state right now, but is there any other damage that needs repairing? ...Agh, damn stupid question, isn't it. Anything important I mean. Can't see much of anything in the dark even with a torch. My alchemy should make repairs a pretty simple deal, so.

[...] So I'm making some rounds.

[a few footsteps can be heard, along with rustling. then the footsteps stop]

What the hell-- ...it's gone?!

...Damn it!

[post ends]

Sounds like things've quieted down some. Anyone know if people are still going nuts?...

( Locked to the people he's talked to about their alchemy workshop )

( Locked to Al and Winry )

...Guess no one's seen Gene around, have they?

[Ed clicks the device off, but instead it switches to video. The communicator is set down and the living room of Marshall 107 comes into view, from a low angle, focused on the ratty sofa, a nearby table and the door to Winry's room. From off-camera, the sound of hands clapping can be heard. Does that sound like a transmutation taking place? Why yes, it does. An accompanying flash of light can be seen.

Then, from the sound of it, a match strikes something -- followed by some sizzling and cracking.]

Like I thought -- that was pretty simple. I wonder if-- [a crck-POP! can be heard, and a tiny, shining thing hits the sofa] --damn!

[Off-camera, a long silence follows -- some muted background noise (footsteps, the momentary sound of water) can be heard; the sizzling noise stops. However...on screen, that tiny shiny thing? Was an ember. And that burning thing hit the corner of the sofa, causing it first to smoke, and then to light on fire. Ed can be heard muttering to himself as he walks on-screen with a glass of water (it has a strange metal dowel stuck in it, hmmm); he's CLEARLY not paying attention.] Guess I need to alter the compound, change the mix... Less potassium, more iron, sounds like it might--

[Then he sees the FIRE TAKING OVER THE SOFA. The glass of water drops from his hands, onto the flames -- not quite enough, unfortunately.]

F-- fuck!

[the post times out]

((ooc: no the entire building isn't on fire xD ed will be working on putting it out. and NO the sparklers at the party tonight won't do this, i promise! ♥))