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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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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!"