Twenty-Two Through Thirty-One
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bard_linnFirst final tommorow. Anyone who can spare me some luck, its at 11. Japanese. Then more DEQ practice. Joy. In happier news, I have some HoS plot bunnies again! I thought Hoho had killed them. *glares at alchemist who has taken up residence in her head*
Spoilers? Who knows?
Act 1.3
Luckily, the Elrics seemed to catch onto my state rather quickly and let me be. I followed them silently back to the two story house. It was amazing to watch them interact. Hohenheim clearly cared for his wife and was concerned for her safety. Hers and Edward’s. It hurt to know that Trisha would die after Hohenheim left her…
But wait! I felt a smile spread across my face. It didn’t have to happen that way! I was back at the beginning, I could change things….
Reality hit me like a brick. Sure I could. And considering my history of “fixing” things, I’d undoubtedly screw it up in the process. Just consider faulty wish for heaven’s sake! The comm. wasn’t my fault, but it certainly demonstrated one of the nastier possibilities for the Elric story. And that wasn’t the worst….
Sure I could change stuff, but the question was, did I have the right to do so? It came down to the old question: the good of the many or the good of a few? Edward Elric and Alphonse Elric would help many in their search. Did I have the right to take that away? What would happen if the Elrics had a normal life?
Pondering these heavy thoughts, I didn’t even notice our arrival at the Elric home. Trisha touched me lightly on the shoulder. I blinked in surprise. “Stay here for tonight,” Trisha smiled at me, gesturing at the guestroom through the door to my right. “You can tell us your story in the morning.”
And Roy said that Schieska was the only sweet female character in FMA… I untied my sneakers and tossed them to the floor. Glasses went on the nearby nightstand. I crawled under the covers, not bothering to get undressed. Vaguely I remembered something Elena had said in The Fairy Godmother. Something about sleeping in a dream. There was something important about that book, something to do with my situation.
I passed out before I could remember it.
The sun coming through the window woke me the next day. I groaned and tried to burry my head in my pillow. One of the many things I had inherited from my mother was sensitivity to light. I couldn’t sleep with it. Which explained why I had shades, blinds and curtains on my windows at home.
I gave up trying to get back to sleep and slid out of bed. The wooden floors were cold on my feet. I fished my socks out from under the covers, having kicked them off sometime during the night. Having armed my feet against the cold, the next issue on the agenda was glasses. Those returned to my face, I turned to my hair.
Now, I haven’t really cut my hair for over four years, other that occasional trims. My hair is about two feet long, very thick, and has an annoying tendency to curl in spots. For this reason, I generally braid my hair before going to bed. I hadn’t last night, had left it in its usual pony tail. Big mistake. The entire thing was a mess.
A knock on my door interrupted my failing attempts to finger comb my hair. Trisha opened the door. “Ah, you’re awake.” She carried a breakfast tray. Within a half an hour I had eaten, and with Trisha’s help, brushed out the mop I called my hair. This time I put in into a braid instead of its usual pony tail. I wouldn’t make that mistake twice.
Before I knew it, I was standing outside of Hohenheim’s study. Trisha smiled at me and gestured for me to go inside. I turned the handle and slowly entered.
I had the feeling this wasn’t going to be fun.
Hohenheim was facing his desk, bent over a book in his hands. I had an abrupt flashback to the episode in which Ed had remembered a similar scene. No, I don’t remember what episode that was. Don’t ask.
“So, our visitor arrives.” Sunlight from a nearby window reflected brightly off of the Alchemist’s glasses. It made it difficult to read his eyes, especially so for one not skilled in such matter. However, turn about was fair play. The light was probably pulling the same trick on my own glasses, and I had transition lenses. It would be a lot harder to look through dark gray panes then clear ones. “I would like to know exactly where you are from. By your clothes, you are clearly not from any where near Risenbourg.”
Yup, this wasn’t gonna be fun. Oh boy.
In this, at least, I was better off with Hohenheim than anyone else. He was one of the two oldest alchemists alive, and had personal experience with the Gate. “Complicated story, not particularly long.” I played with my braid. “What do you know about parallel worlds?”
Hohenheim raised one eyebrow. “Are you claiming to be from one?”
“Yup, from beyond the Gate actually,” I replied softly. Bad habit that. When I get nervous my volume drops. The reverse is true as well. When I get excited my voice gets louder.
“Beyond the Gate.”
Didn’t sound impressed. “Actually, I’m from a time period several decades after this one on the other side of the Gate,” I continued, forcing the words out. “However, some of this world’s history has made its way over to our side.”
“You realize I don’t believe any of this.”
No really, I never would have guessed. Now, I have several faults. One of which is while I’m very good at projecting and reflecting in the Hermeneutics cycle, I’m bad at doing both at once. In other words, I’m great at putting my foot in my mouth. “I know you can transmute without a circle. And I know why.”
Hohenheim’s hands tightened. Oops, remember foot in mouth? Yeah, I just think I woke the dragon. “Is that so.”
I raised my hands in a calming gesture. “Look, I’m not here to hurt you or your family. Actually, I’ve got no idea why I’m here at all.”
Hohenheim frowned. “You don’t.”
“Nope. Just showed in a field a little way from where I found you.”
He was still suspicious I could see. Great, just what I needed. A four hundred or so old alchemist watching my every move. “I see. In that case, I will make an effort to return you to your…world.”
Hey, I’d take it. “Thank you. The longer I stay here, the more likely I’ll cause a paradox.”
Hohenheim looked mildly amused. “The first order of business, however, is getting you some less conspicuous clothes.”
Gah, this was hard to write. Because I'm trying to make it so you guys can follow by thought process. Which isn't linear AT ALL. Also, Roy =kytyngurl2. As in, my head, in real life. Undoubtably more of you guys will show up in the future.
Spoilers? Who knows?
Act 1.3
Luckily, the Elrics seemed to catch onto my state rather quickly and let me be. I followed them silently back to the two story house. It was amazing to watch them interact. Hohenheim clearly cared for his wife and was concerned for her safety. Hers and Edward’s. It hurt to know that Trisha would die after Hohenheim left her…
But wait! I felt a smile spread across my face. It didn’t have to happen that way! I was back at the beginning, I could change things….
Reality hit me like a brick. Sure I could. And considering my history of “fixing” things, I’d undoubtedly screw it up in the process. Just consider faulty wish for heaven’s sake! The comm. wasn’t my fault, but it certainly demonstrated one of the nastier possibilities for the Elric story. And that wasn’t the worst….
Sure I could change stuff, but the question was, did I have the right to do so? It came down to the old question: the good of the many or the good of a few? Edward Elric and Alphonse Elric would help many in their search. Did I have the right to take that away? What would happen if the Elrics had a normal life?
Pondering these heavy thoughts, I didn’t even notice our arrival at the Elric home. Trisha touched me lightly on the shoulder. I blinked in surprise. “Stay here for tonight,” Trisha smiled at me, gesturing at the guestroom through the door to my right. “You can tell us your story in the morning.”
And Roy said that Schieska was the only sweet female character in FMA… I untied my sneakers and tossed them to the floor. Glasses went on the nearby nightstand. I crawled under the covers, not bothering to get undressed. Vaguely I remembered something Elena had said in The Fairy Godmother. Something about sleeping in a dream. There was something important about that book, something to do with my situation.
I passed out before I could remember it.
The sun coming through the window woke me the next day. I groaned and tried to burry my head in my pillow. One of the many things I had inherited from my mother was sensitivity to light. I couldn’t sleep with it. Which explained why I had shades, blinds and curtains on my windows at home.
I gave up trying to get back to sleep and slid out of bed. The wooden floors were cold on my feet. I fished my socks out from under the covers, having kicked them off sometime during the night. Having armed my feet against the cold, the next issue on the agenda was glasses. Those returned to my face, I turned to my hair.
Now, I haven’t really cut my hair for over four years, other that occasional trims. My hair is about two feet long, very thick, and has an annoying tendency to curl in spots. For this reason, I generally braid my hair before going to bed. I hadn’t last night, had left it in its usual pony tail. Big mistake. The entire thing was a mess.
A knock on my door interrupted my failing attempts to finger comb my hair. Trisha opened the door. “Ah, you’re awake.” She carried a breakfast tray. Within a half an hour I had eaten, and with Trisha’s help, brushed out the mop I called my hair. This time I put in into a braid instead of its usual pony tail. I wouldn’t make that mistake twice.
Before I knew it, I was standing outside of Hohenheim’s study. Trisha smiled at me and gestured for me to go inside. I turned the handle and slowly entered.
I had the feeling this wasn’t going to be fun.
Hohenheim was facing his desk, bent over a book in his hands. I had an abrupt flashback to the episode in which Ed had remembered a similar scene. No, I don’t remember what episode that was. Don’t ask.
“So, our visitor arrives.” Sunlight from a nearby window reflected brightly off of the Alchemist’s glasses. It made it difficult to read his eyes, especially so for one not skilled in such matter. However, turn about was fair play. The light was probably pulling the same trick on my own glasses, and I had transition lenses. It would be a lot harder to look through dark gray panes then clear ones. “I would like to know exactly where you are from. By your clothes, you are clearly not from any where near Risenbourg.”
Yup, this wasn’t gonna be fun. Oh boy.
In this, at least, I was better off with Hohenheim than anyone else. He was one of the two oldest alchemists alive, and had personal experience with the Gate. “Complicated story, not particularly long.” I played with my braid. “What do you know about parallel worlds?”
Hohenheim raised one eyebrow. “Are you claiming to be from one?”
“Yup, from beyond the Gate actually,” I replied softly. Bad habit that. When I get nervous my volume drops. The reverse is true as well. When I get excited my voice gets louder.
“Beyond the Gate.”
Didn’t sound impressed. “Actually, I’m from a time period several decades after this one on the other side of the Gate,” I continued, forcing the words out. “However, some of this world’s history has made its way over to our side.”
“You realize I don’t believe any of this.”
No really, I never would have guessed. Now, I have several faults. One of which is while I’m very good at projecting and reflecting in the Hermeneutics cycle, I’m bad at doing both at once. In other words, I’m great at putting my foot in my mouth. “I know you can transmute without a circle. And I know why.”
Hohenheim’s hands tightened. Oops, remember foot in mouth? Yeah, I just think I woke the dragon. “Is that so.”
I raised my hands in a calming gesture. “Look, I’m not here to hurt you or your family. Actually, I’ve got no idea why I’m here at all.”
Hohenheim frowned. “You don’t.”
“Nope. Just showed in a field a little way from where I found you.”
He was still suspicious I could see. Great, just what I needed. A four hundred or so old alchemist watching my every move. “I see. In that case, I will make an effort to return you to your…world.”
Hey, I’d take it. “Thank you. The longer I stay here, the more likely I’ll cause a paradox.”
Hohenheim looked mildly amused. “The first order of business, however, is getting you some less conspicuous clothes.”
Gah, this was hard to write. Because I'm trying to make it so you guys can follow by thought process. Which isn't linear AT ALL. Also, Roy =
kytyngurl2. As in, my head, in real life. Undoubtably more of you guys will show up in the future.
