paixaorpg | Come On Ride The Train, Maybe??? [COMPLETE]

Character(s): Edward Elric, Alphonse Elric, anyone else floating about in Central Station
Content: As Al and Ed wait for their train (only to discover that they're 'delayed) to head up to the Vanaheim area, they begin to notice the strange goings on of Turkeys. (Is it huntin' season???)
Setting: Paixao Central Station and hopefully on the Northwest bound train, soon.
Time: Late Afternoon/early evening?
Warnings: What, a cranky Ed is not warning enough?

Mood:

Grumpy

Ed tears through the hard loaf of bread as he stares up at the board of destinations and departures, tossing his pocket watch into the air and catching it again with his Auto hand in absent boredom while he chews. Delayed, delayed, all delayed. Central ran more smoothly than this place, hands down! This bread wasn't cutting his stomach's protests with no 'real' food. And the aching fatigue and grind in his Auto shoulder wasn't getting better. He pockets his watch, making the decision he'll need to oil it on the train. So they'd better get compartment seating.

"Well, Al, looks like we're in for a wait. The next train coming back from the Northwest goes Southeast first before turning around. Once whatever delay that's going on around here clears." Ed whimpers softly, thumping onto one of the benches provided for the patrons. "You'd think something around here would be easy for once!"

First the girls decide to split up. Couldn't blame Marona. He'd probably be searching out around for Al too, if for some reason Al couldn't use one of these journal things. RedHead was no real loss, being a bossy, whiny girl who couldn't see past her own nose. Good Riddance. Ed sighs, looking up at the board, noticing something he didn't see before. "Hey, Al. Look at that stop. So many landmarks there, you know? Right around a soup kitchen and this Haja place." He looks to see if there's any other information on that stop. And the one train already one stop away from Joutenheim was on it's way back up here, eventually, and was going to take less time than the one by the hospital that was one stop away. Soup kitchen means real food, and he would take anything right about now.

Out of the corner of his eye, he sees business suited people walk by, each talking to themselves about something or other. They look military, but whether they are native or not, Ed has no clue. "Looks like they have their own version of military dogs here, too," he grumps mostly to his brother. "Gah! Why does everything have to be delayed, around here?!"

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"I don't know, brother." Al sits next to Edward, the sheer size of his armor dwarfing the bench and the small teen. He sits with his back straight and his hands resting in his lap. Nothing is ever easy for them, no matter where they are. part of him has come to accept that, even expect it. That doesn't make it any less irritating.

He watches two silver haired men passing by, talking between themselves. They look like brothers, one younger and one older, not unlike Ed and himself. The younger(looking anyway)seems energetic and excitable, and he cant help but wonder what he would be like now if the past four years had been different.

He takes note that the older one splits to talk to one of the black suited people. It does seem like something is up. "It probably has to do with all those creatures that are attacking everyone. I'm sure the military back home would jump in if it was happening there too."

Ed gives a small sigh, digging out his journal and flipping it on. "Maybe there's a message or something in here that would give us a hint about what's going...hey, the RedHead's figured out how to work one of these! Isn't that special!" He turns the screen towards Al so he could see.

"Yeah, I agree, Al, our military would be on these whole white things like water on a duck." Ed sighs noisily, folding his hands together and balancing the journal on one folded leg. "Almost makes me glad that this isn't our Central. We can go looking for the Stone without aannny interuptions." His eyes glance over to the group of people none the less, just to make certain they stayed on their side of the tracks, so to speak.

"Why do I highly doubt that, brother?" He almost chuckles at the thought, trouble seems to find them no matter what they happened to be trying to do. 'I did see a library on the map. We should check it out! Maybe this world has a different way of making the stone."

Ed peers at the map again and eventually locates the library in question. "Good idea, Al! Actually, we should go see when it's open, too, then go find some real food. But first..." He shrugs off his duster with a small grimance and his outter shirt, revealing a right arm that was made of metal. The 'anchor' was his shoulder and metal plates that covered part of his side and collarbone. Gears whir softly when he moves it, but the whir is not smooth, there's a grind to it that makes the corners of Ed's eyes pinch.

"I gotta get this dust, or whatever's gumming up the works washed away. I don't know what's in the dirt around here, but it seems to like my automail." He pulls out a small oiling can and the canister of oil, and sets to work in oiling the joints and moving in experimentation to see if the crud has been washed out. "And I most definitely don't like it!"

If Al could smile he would.

"It's good to see you actually taking care of yourself for once, brother. Winry would be so happy!" At least he knows she's safe at home with her grandmother, Pinako. With her following them around she had begun to see some pretty nasty things. She thinks she can handle it. Hell, they both thought they could handle it but the truth is, no one can go through what they have, see what they have seen and come out alright in the end.

"Yeah, just don't tell her, all right? She'll think she's making some headway on me." Ed doesn't have the heart to remind Al that he has no idea how long they'll be here in this city, or if they'll ever find a way back home. Ed can't afford to have his automail damaged here.

Ed keeps an eye on his journal, smirking a little when he sees his brother update his thoughts. This was cool! As he rolls his shoulder again, certain that all he hears are smooth running gears, he smirks, glancing back up to Al while he types out a question. "So, who's this Karst?"

He puts the journal down on the bench after setting it back to the map. He bends down to hike up his pant leg to make certain there was no debris in his automail leg. "As soon as I'm done here, if the trains still aren't running, we can go hike it up to the library. At least it'll kill some time."

"Heh, Karst is the woman with Marona." He shakes his head slightly in an almost amused way. "For a moment I thought one of you were going to set the shop on fire with the way you were acting"

"You mean the RedHead has a name?" Ed gives Al an incredulous and amused look. "I was almost ready to start calling her DragonLady. And it's not my fault she decided to imprint her troubles onto me. If she can't figure out that I'm not one of these Southerners, or doesn't want to, then that's her problem," he grumbles this explanation out. Ed spoke up louder again. "We don't know how long we're going to be here, but this place still looks promising to find a clue about the Philosopher's Stone, or whatever this world's equivalent is. Making enemies is a bad idea at this stage of the game, Alphonse, but to have friends that don't trust you because you look like some enemy...." His voice fades as he mentally reminds himself of Ishbalans.

"Well, just imprinting your prejudices on someone because they look like someone else isn't right." He nods at that fact, then returns to finish checking out his automail.

Come On Ride The Train, Maybe??? [COMPLETE]

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