Twenty-Two Through Thirty-One
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bard_linnSpoilers contained within.
Act 1.2
Alright, so I was probably being unfair. There were a lot of people who were worse to meet. Hoju, Sephiroth and Jenova came to mind. The Mazoku in Slayers. Ansem. There really were a host of em.
Even just in the FMA universe, which my brain apparently had decided I was currently living in, there were a lot more immediately dangerous people. I could have ended up with a homunculus. Though come to think of it, Pride might not do anything, posing as the leader of Amestris and all. Depends if he had officers with him… I could have ended up with Dante. I could have ended up with Barry. Now thatwould’ve been scary. Or Kimbley. I shuddered at that one.
But really, why in the world would I meet Hohenhiem? I didn’t even like the guy! Why not Hime, or Kytyn or someone else who goes “Hoho-papa is love!!!!” Even though he had that whole Philosopher Stone incident, the body transfer thing, and abandoned his family. People even loved him in the manga where he was a monster –
Oh crap. I better not be in the manga universe or I. Am. Dead.
It took me a few more minutes to realize I was staring. I flushed. “Sorry.”
“Are you lost?”
“Sorta.”
Hohenheim gave me a sharp look. I gulped. “Perhaps you should come with me.”
No, I don’t think so. You might not be Kimbley, but I still couldn’t tell which version I was dealing with. So I opened my mouth to politely refuse –
- only to have the words twist into something completely different. “Thank you very much.”
!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
What in the world had just happened? I literally hadn’t been able to say what I wanted. It was like I was under a geas or something. I dug my heals into the ground, refusing to follow the alchemist walking away. Pain shot through my legs. I resisted more. The pain increased, moving up my body and becoming a head splitting migraine. I stumbled forward. The pain receded.
If this was someone’s idea of a cruel joke, I was going to have their head on a pike.
I jogged to catch up with the blond. I brought my hands to my head, rubbing the sides to try and relieve the lingering pain.
“Are you injured?”
No, but if this was what I thought it was, I was going to be very annoyed. “Just a headache. Maybe there’s a storm coming. I tend to get them when the air pressure shifts.”
“I see. You didn’t tell me your name.”
“Call me Linn,” I replied. I love Mimbari logic. Linn wasn’t my real name, but I hadn’t said it was. Technically I had said the truth, I had just left out what he really wanted. I wasn’t going to tell anyone my real name. Maybe alchemy didn’t rely on them the way some worlds of fantasy did, but I was taking no chances.
The rest of the trip was spent in silence. I let my eyes wander. It was pretty obvious that we were in Risenbourg, that much I could recognize. It looked different than the anime though. It crossed my mind that if I could get my hands on a map, I could resolve the issue of how one actually spelled the name of the place.
The road seemed to go on forever. I was starting to get hungry and more than a little thirsty. Singing was great for keeping your spirits up, but it was terrible on your throat. And my feet started to hurt. But physical distractions couldn’t keep my mind from wandering.
I was really starting to think this wasn’t just a dream. I rarely had very vivid ones and never felt pain in them. And I don’t think my subconscious could come up with something this weird.
Alright, stop laughing, it probably could. Especially after reading all of those insert fics.
I began to get excited as I started recognizing more of the landscape around us. That was the Rockbells’ home. And there was the cemetery. And there, the wall pictured in one of the FMA endings.
Which made the song go off in my head. Hohenheim looked at me oddly when I started to hum. I shut up.
A few minutes later a figure came up the road to meet us. I stared. Hohenheim frowned, concern evident on his face. “I thought I told you to stay home.”
“You did. But you were late and I was worried. Don’t worry, I’m fine. The doctor said the baby won’t come for another three months at least.”
I felt the blood rush out of my face as I started at the figure in shock. I glanced over her shoulder. Sure enough, I could make out the familiar building in the distance.
“Ah, who are you?”
I couldn’t answer the question. Merely stared at a heavily pregnant Trisha Elric. One sentence made its way through my mind.
I’m back in the beginning!
Act 1.2
Alright, so I was probably being unfair. There were a lot of people who were worse to meet. Hoju, Sephiroth and Jenova came to mind. The Mazoku in Slayers. Ansem. There really were a host of em.
Even just in the FMA universe, which my brain apparently had decided I was currently living in, there were a lot more immediately dangerous people. I could have ended up with a homunculus. Though come to think of it, Pride might not do anything, posing as the leader of Amestris and all. Depends if he had officers with him… I could have ended up with Dante. I could have ended up with Barry. Now thatwould’ve been scary. Or Kimbley. I shuddered at that one.
But really, why in the world would I meet Hohenhiem? I didn’t even like the guy! Why not Hime, or Kytyn or someone else who goes “Hoho-papa is love!!!!” Even though he had that whole Philosopher Stone incident, the body transfer thing, and abandoned his family. People even loved him in the manga where he was a monster –
Oh crap. I better not be in the manga universe or I. Am. Dead.
It took me a few more minutes to realize I was staring. I flushed. “Sorry.”
“Are you lost?”
“Sorta.”
Hohenheim gave me a sharp look. I gulped. “Perhaps you should come with me.”
No, I don’t think so. You might not be Kimbley, but I still couldn’t tell which version I was dealing with. So I opened my mouth to politely refuse –
- only to have the words twist into something completely different. “Thank you very much.”
!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
What in the world had just happened? I literally hadn’t been able to say what I wanted. It was like I was under a geas or something. I dug my heals into the ground, refusing to follow the alchemist walking away. Pain shot through my legs. I resisted more. The pain increased, moving up my body and becoming a head splitting migraine. I stumbled forward. The pain receded.
If this was someone’s idea of a cruel joke, I was going to have their head on a pike.
I jogged to catch up with the blond. I brought my hands to my head, rubbing the sides to try and relieve the lingering pain.
“Are you injured?”
No, but if this was what I thought it was, I was going to be very annoyed. “Just a headache. Maybe there’s a storm coming. I tend to get them when the air pressure shifts.”
“I see. You didn’t tell me your name.”
“Call me Linn,” I replied. I love Mimbari logic. Linn wasn’t my real name, but I hadn’t said it was. Technically I had said the truth, I had just left out what he really wanted. I wasn’t going to tell anyone my real name. Maybe alchemy didn’t rely on them the way some worlds of fantasy did, but I was taking no chances.
The rest of the trip was spent in silence. I let my eyes wander. It was pretty obvious that we were in Risenbourg, that much I could recognize. It looked different than the anime though. It crossed my mind that if I could get my hands on a map, I could resolve the issue of how one actually spelled the name of the place.
The road seemed to go on forever. I was starting to get hungry and more than a little thirsty. Singing was great for keeping your spirits up, but it was terrible on your throat. And my feet started to hurt. But physical distractions couldn’t keep my mind from wandering.
I was really starting to think this wasn’t just a dream. I rarely had very vivid ones and never felt pain in them. And I don’t think my subconscious could come up with something this weird.
Alright, stop laughing, it probably could. Especially after reading all of those insert fics.
I began to get excited as I started recognizing more of the landscape around us. That was the Rockbells’ home. And there was the cemetery. And there, the wall pictured in one of the FMA endings.
Which made the song go off in my head. Hohenheim looked at me oddly when I started to hum. I shut up.
A few minutes later a figure came up the road to meet us. I stared. Hohenheim frowned, concern evident on his face. “I thought I told you to stay home.”
“You did. But you were late and I was worried. Don’t worry, I’m fine. The doctor said the baby won’t come for another three months at least.”
I felt the blood rush out of my face as I started at the figure in shock. I glanced over her shoulder. Sure enough, I could make out the familiar building in the distance.
“Ah, who are you?”
I couldn’t answer the question. Merely stared at a heavily pregnant Trisha Elric. One sentence made its way through my mind.
I’m back in the beginning!
