STORY THREAD

[bard_linn]

YAY! PHYSICS IS OVER! *dances* I think it went pretty well too.

And now, for a little celebration.

This is a story thread entry. Basically, one person starts the story, the next person takes a turn in comments, then the next, the next, ect.

Just about everything is encouraged, especially crack. ^_^ If for some reason, though I doubt it, something becomes non-worksafe in the comments, just type NOT WORK SAFE in the subject, okay? Don't want to get anyone in trouble. Assume spoilers for all of FMA. And no timeline.

It’s okay if the story diverges in multiple places too. The point of this is to have fun.

Edward Elric opened his eyes to see a bright blue sky over head. Not a single cloud marred the scene. He stood slowly, feeling strangely unbalanced on his automail and flesh legs. The blond glanced around. He didn't recognize where he was. And Al-

Al was missing.

Momentary panic set in. Edward forced himself to take a deep breath and think. First things first. Find out where he was. He moved off towards a building in the distance.

Comments

[forgottenlover.livejournal.com]

There was a moment of stunned silence in the wake of the declaration before a young girl ran out of the same building the man came from, wrapping her arm around the sickly man as he started to waver. "Who are you? What did you do to my dad? We don't like strangers here!!"

"I..." Edward didn't get the chance to continue before he was cut off again, his eyes wide as a woman who looked remarkably like Gracia arrived, shotgun in hand.

[wolfbrotherjas.livejournal.com]

The longer he stared, it became ever more clear that the woman was Gracia. Older yes, but definitely her. Which meant that the man--unlikely as it seemed--was Hughes and the girl Elysia. But what had happened to drive him to the edges of his sanity and strip Elysia of her youthful exuberance and innocence? Just what was this Cataclysm? More importantly, why didn't they recognize him? A shot fired into the air shook him from his thoughts.

"Is this some kind of sick joke? Giving people a scare by putting metal on your arm and leg to evoke memories of the Cataclysm?"

"Wha-?"

"Surprised, are you? My husband may not fully remember the book, but I do. The illustration accompanying the phrase about the 'man with the metal limbs' bears no resemblance to you." she held out a tattered scrap of paper. Edward took it and held it for a few seconds before letting it flutter to the ground.

"That can't be!"

Ed couldn't for a moment believe that the paper accurately depicted the person responsible for the wasteland the world had become. Al could never do such a thing...unless he was trying to bring Edward himself back. Ed certainly didn't know how he had arrived here, so Al could have found himself in such a situation. Finding Al would be more important than ever now.

"It is. I'd suggest you come with us if you don't want to fall victim to the chimeras. Gunfire attracts them." she gave a small smile, a pale ghost of the woman he remembered. "And I'd be very interested to learn how you've survived in the Waste for so long without protection."

Edward nodded and numbly followed the three back to the odd building.