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Alphonse Awakes at Nifleheim. [Complete]
Character(s): Alphonse Elric (and whoever)
Content: The youngest Elric brother awakens to find himself in a strange place indeed.
Setting: Nifleheim gates and beyond.
Time: Afternoon
It is always a shock when a giant suite of armor decides to move on it's own. Sometimes, even for the armor. Al groans as he starts to come back to conciseness. That fact in itself is very odd, considering he has not needed to sleep for that past four years. A light behind the eyes sockets of his helmet light up as he gains focus.
"What happened..?" He mutter's before he realizes that he is face to stone with the corner of some wall and the ground. Apparently, his head has been knocked from his body. Oh joy.
What to do now? He can hear the hustling and bustling of people nearby. But how near? Can he pick up his helmet and put it back on without causing mass panic? Is his body even- ok, good. It is here. He twitches his fingers just enough to knock the side of his helmet gently.
The helmet rolls slightly, and he gets an idea. He flexes his fingers, pushing against his helmet enough to roll it over while the rest of him remains still like an abandoned pile of metal.
Dirt. Wall. Sky. People. More dirt.
Crap.
Well at least the line of people seemed to be a decent distance away. He shifts his hand and rest his fingers against the back of the helmet and pulls back enough to lift his eyes out of the ground. He tries to get his bearings, focusing finally on the line of people in the distance. It moved quickly enough, allowing entry past the gate of silvery ice.
No one seems to be paying much attention to him, so after a few minutes he grips the helmet in leather fingers and sets it atop wide shoulders with a sigh. After a moment of quiet contemplation he stands slowly, trying not to draw too much attention to himself.
He follows along the length of the wall -dome?- until he comes up on the line of people in front of the gate? He stands taller then most of the people, so it was an easy scan of the crowd as he searches for his older brother.
"Brother?" He calls as he walks towards the end of the line. "Ed?" The emotionless metal helmet hangs low in parts frustration, confusion, and the fear of being separated from his brother. He tries to keep his spirits up, hoping that Ed ended up somewhere inside of the domes when they...when whatever happened.
Wait? What did happen?
The last thing he remembers was getting lost in that hedge maze, Ed started using alchemy to open a way out, then he was here. What could have happened? There must have been something odd about that maze, but he can't put his finger on it at the moment.
"Name?"
Al was brought out of his thoughts suddenly, looking down at the blond haired, blue-eyed man at the gate. "Huh? Oh..uhm.. it's Alphonse. Alphonse Elric. Have you seen my brother? Edward Elric? Did he come through here?" Despite his size, his voice still sounds like that of a child.
The man just ushers him through the gate to keep the line moving. There he is met by someone who hands him a small metal box. In his confusion he just takes it and steps to the side, moving his large metal body out of the way of passers by.
He whimpers softly and hangs his head, the metal scraping against metal. He lifts his hand and looks at the electric journal, his helmet masking the confusion he feels inside. What in the world is going on?
Content: The youngest Elric brother awakens to find himself in a strange place indeed.
Setting: Nifleheim gates and beyond.
Time: Afternoon
It is always a shock when a giant suite of armor decides to move on it's own. Sometimes, even for the armor. Al groans as he starts to come back to conciseness. That fact in itself is very odd, considering he has not needed to sleep for that past four years. A light behind the eyes sockets of his helmet light up as he gains focus.
"What happened..?" He mutter's before he realizes that he is face to stone with the corner of some wall and the ground. Apparently, his head has been knocked from his body. Oh joy.
What to do now? He can hear the hustling and bustling of people nearby. But how near? Can he pick up his helmet and put it back on without causing mass panic? Is his body even- ok, good. It is here. He twitches his fingers just enough to knock the side of his helmet gently.
The helmet rolls slightly, and he gets an idea. He flexes his fingers, pushing against his helmet enough to roll it over while the rest of him remains still like an abandoned pile of metal.
Dirt. Wall. Sky. People. More dirt.
Crap.
Well at least the line of people seemed to be a decent distance away. He shifts his hand and rest his fingers against the back of the helmet and pulls back enough to lift his eyes out of the ground. He tries to get his bearings, focusing finally on the line of people in the distance. It moved quickly enough, allowing entry past the gate of silvery ice.
No one seems to be paying much attention to him, so after a few minutes he grips the helmet in leather fingers and sets it atop wide shoulders with a sigh. After a moment of quiet contemplation he stands slowly, trying not to draw too much attention to himself.
He follows along the length of the wall -dome?- until he comes up on the line of people in front of the gate? He stands taller then most of the people, so it was an easy scan of the crowd as he searches for his older brother.
"Brother?" He calls as he walks towards the end of the line. "Ed?" The emotionless metal helmet hangs low in parts frustration, confusion, and the fear of being separated from his brother. He tries to keep his spirits up, hoping that Ed ended up somewhere inside of the domes when they...when whatever happened.
Wait? What did happen?
The last thing he remembers was getting lost in that hedge maze, Ed started using alchemy to open a way out, then he was here. What could have happened? There must have been something odd about that maze, but he can't put his finger on it at the moment.
"Name?"
Al was brought out of his thoughts suddenly, looking down at the blond haired, blue-eyed man at the gate. "Huh? Oh..uhm.. it's Alphonse. Alphonse Elric. Have you seen my brother? Edward Elric? Did he come through here?" Despite his size, his voice still sounds like that of a child.
The man just ushers him through the gate to keep the line moving. There he is met by someone who hands him a small metal box. In his confusion he just takes it and steps to the side, moving his large metal body out of the way of passers by.
He whimpers softly and hangs his head, the metal scraping against metal. He lifts his hand and looks at the electric journal, his helmet masking the confusion he feels inside. What in the world is going on?
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Unless Felix had lighted the beacon of Mars Lighthouse already? No! She had sensed the Eye still there. It had such powerful Psynergy that she could sense it as a distortion in her own. Now she could not sense it. It did not seem as though the Eye had left. Rather, it felt as if the Eye was not!
She opened her eyes-- and immediately scrunched them shut again. It was so bright! After a few moments, she slowly prized her eyelids apart. The sky was blue.
When had her location changed? She had been in Mars Lighthouse. She had been dying. Now she was outside, and someplace Southern-- Prox did not ever have a blue sky, even in the warm months, the sky had been dark gray-green. She had never seen a blue sky until she went South.
Vaguely, she wondered what had happened, staring up at that blue sky and drinking in the color. Blue was a beautiful color. It could be hateful, as it was the color of water and the color of Isaac's eyes, but it could be beautiful. After all, she had known Hunters with blue skin and hair. She had seen blue gems in Southern jewelry, and she had seen the living blue gems that Southerners called butterflies, dancing and twirling in the air and forever just out of reach when she had chased them.
There were two plausible explanations for her sudden change in location. One was that Alex had sensed their distress and teleported them someplace far to the South, where it was warm and they could recover. The other was that somehow this was an afterlife, in which case-- She suppressed the hope as brutally as she could, somehow sensing that she was really and truly alive and that her beloved sister was really and truly dead and they were forever separated.
She got to her feet and found that she was standing outside a Southern city she had never seen before, a tremendous confection of golden colors encased in giant transparent domes. She'd never seen so much glass in one place before and wondered at the skills of the artisans who could have made it. It occurred to her that this was no place in Weyard. Perhaps it truly was an afterlife? Or perhaps the Eye had cast her over the Rift into another world for some reason.
There was a number of people gathered into a short line outside a huge gate into one of the glass hemispheres. The gate was beautiful, silver and gold tracework of ice and snow, spangled with crystals and with dangling glass icicles on chains that chimed as they struck one another in the gentle breeze. It was more for show than to keep people out, as she could see everybody who waited in the line spoke to a person at the gate and then went in.
Whatever her answers were, they were inside that city. They had to be. She made her way to the line, standing behind a person in a ridiculously huge suit of armor... at least, she hoped it was a person. Whatever it was was blocking her view, so she had to be quick on her feet to keep the line moving, as she couldn't anticipate the movements of her large predecessor.
She heard a male voice ask the armor for its name and was slightly surprised to hear the voice of a young boy coming out of that huge armor. He wanted his brother. She felt a stab of emotion. She knew how it felt to be missing a sibling. Then the boy/armor moved on and she saw the man.
The person waiting at the gate to greet the newcomers was a blonde and blue-eyed Southerner whose hair was a shaggy mass! She bristled and squared her shoulders, telekinetically making her cape flare out so she seemed larger than her actual small height.
The gatekeeper looked startled at the hostile reaction. "Uh... name?"
"Karst." This Southerner did not deserve her time.
"H-here," he stuttered quickly, pressing a black rectangular object into her hands. "You'll need this, uh, Miss Karst... Welcome to Paixao... NEXT!" This last bit was a squeak.
She'd frightened him. Good. Karst wasn't sure what this item was he had given to her, but she kept it anyway, jogging to catch up to the armored boy. If he was a warrior, perhaps they could stay together for a while, until she found her bearings and could get back to Weyard. She had... unfinished business there.
"Hello?"
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(OOC: Hopefully I've fixed enough?)
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At first he doesn't realize the small woman's voice was directed at him, and he jumps when he finally looks down and sees her. This woman is definitely not human, and that puts him on the defensive.
"A chimera? Here?" An alchemical combination of human and animal. To him, it was the obvious explanation. He and Ed have been attacked by chimera and homunculi more times then he can count. He snaps his journal shut with his hand and steps back on one leg, bringing up his arms in front of him. "You took my brother, didn't you!"