HoS: Alchemists
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bard_linnThey each approach the subject differently.
Alchemists
Living with four alchemists (or more accurately, three and one person who should be forbidden from touching the subject at all costs) made for some interesting observations. Each person approached the subject differently, Riza reflected as she watched the quartet gather around an alchemy text Edward had brought home from the library.
First, the one that everyone was wary of: Masuta. To the Japanese man alchemy was a puzzle. It was a hobby, something to do during spare time. The subject fascinated him but it was not his life. He would often prefer fiction books to alchemy ones. His lack of talent at practical alchemy unfortunately made his processes rather stagnant.
Next, the youngest of the lovers: Alphonse. Alphonse, like Masuta, saw Alchemy as a puzzle. He also saw it as a tool. Al would gladly spend hours pouring over alchemy texts but his enjoyment of the subject did not reach that of his brother. He, like Masuta, had other interests, including of course cats. Alphonse had never quite regained the skills he had shown during the years the brothers searched for a way to restore themselves. Riza couldn’t decide if that was a good or a bad thing. Al sometimes was jealous of his brother’s knowledge and skill but Riza wouldn’t wish the hardship that had granted that ability on the younger Elric.
Then, the oldest of the lovers: Roy. For Roy, Alchemy was a tool at best, a weapon at worst. Riza sometimes wondered if he had been like Masuta before becoming a State Alchemist and having his skills forever scarred by the war. Roy rarely used Alchemy if he could help it, except for minor demonstrations with his gloves in the office. In many ways he was more soldier than alchemist. Roy prefered not to join in discussions about alchemy if he could help it. Edward, however, often dragged the man in without the officer realizing it until it was too late.
Finally, the one who held them all together: Edward. Riza often thought that when one looked up the term ‘alchemist’ in a dictionary they should see a picture of Ed. The young man lived and breathed alchemy. Not a day went by without him performing at least one transmutation. Alchemy was an automatic response for Edward. Artist and scientist, someone who knew the rules yet obeyed none, that was Edward.
Riza shook her head as she listened to the four whisper over the diagrams in front of them. She hoped THIS time they didn’t destroy anything. Or at least nothing important.
Alchemists
Living with four alchemists (or more accurately, three and one person who should be forbidden from touching the subject at all costs) made for some interesting observations. Each person approached the subject differently, Riza reflected as she watched the quartet gather around an alchemy text Edward had brought home from the library.
First, the one that everyone was wary of: Masuta. To the Japanese man alchemy was a puzzle. It was a hobby, something to do during spare time. The subject fascinated him but it was not his life. He would often prefer fiction books to alchemy ones. His lack of talent at practical alchemy unfortunately made his processes rather stagnant.
Next, the youngest of the lovers: Alphonse. Alphonse, like Masuta, saw Alchemy as a puzzle. He also saw it as a tool. Al would gladly spend hours pouring over alchemy texts but his enjoyment of the subject did not reach that of his brother. He, like Masuta, had other interests, including of course cats. Alphonse had never quite regained the skills he had shown during the years the brothers searched for a way to restore themselves. Riza couldn’t decide if that was a good or a bad thing. Al sometimes was jealous of his brother’s knowledge and skill but Riza wouldn’t wish the hardship that had granted that ability on the younger Elric.
Then, the oldest of the lovers: Roy. For Roy, Alchemy was a tool at best, a weapon at worst. Riza sometimes wondered if he had been like Masuta before becoming a State Alchemist and having his skills forever scarred by the war. Roy rarely used Alchemy if he could help it, except for minor demonstrations with his gloves in the office. In many ways he was more soldier than alchemist. Roy prefered not to join in discussions about alchemy if he could help it. Edward, however, often dragged the man in without the officer realizing it until it was too late.
Finally, the one who held them all together: Edward. Riza often thought that when one looked up the term ‘alchemist’ in a dictionary they should see a picture of Ed. The young man lived and breathed alchemy. Not a day went by without him performing at least one transmutation. Alchemy was an automatic response for Edward. Artist and scientist, someone who knew the rules yet obeyed none, that was Edward.
Riza shook her head as she listened to the four whisper over the diagrams in front of them. She hoped THIS time they didn’t destroy anything. Or at least nothing important.
