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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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Karst wasn't sure whether to be grateful of distraught at his reassurance that she is alive. For one thing, it means that idiot Eye didn't get its way with her after all, but for the other... it means she and Menardi won't be having a family reunion any time soon.
Worse yet, the entire city's populace seemed obsessive over those things, where the map had vanished and eventually brought up nothing but random images and a whole lot of writing. Looking around, the little Proxian could see blonde head after touseled blonde head bent over brightly colored rectangles.
"Lovely for you..." she muttered. "I don't read." Not that she wasn't happy he could find his brother (was he wearing an even bigger suit of armor?), but she was plenty bitter about her own family problems, and this perfectly decent person didn't need to know that.
"I was afraid of this, this isn't even my world. All Southerners, they all look alike, they're all blonde and blue-eyed like him, and they all read. Is everything that ever existed out to get me?"
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(OOC: Maybe we should go get voice-recognition stuff for Karst? And hopefully we can get her a scythe before the Nobodies start rearing their ugly heads and noticing people, I hear there's Creepers and Xigbars in the area)
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"..and I'm sure everything isn't out to get you, even if life can feel that way sometimes." He gestures kindly with his hand. "I'm certainly not!"
(OOC: Sho nuff.)