001 Enter the Alchemist
[A: Anyone on Albright Lane]
[The first thing that struck Alphonse when he woke that morning was... well, that he was waking up at all. This wasn't the blacking out of his body tugging on his soul from the other side of the portal, this was genuine human waking and he had missed it so much. Just for a single moment, before awareness came rushing into his sleepy head, he stretched luxuriously under the blankets and smiled.
...That was until he remembered where he had been before this, and panic jolted through his system to wake him up as effectively as a bucket of cold water doused over his head. Sitting bolt upright in bed and finding himself dressed in striped pajamas that he definitely hadn't been wearing before.
Pride! Where was the tiny homunculus? Was this some sort of trick he was playing with Al's head, while they were trapped inside that dome together? Leaping out of the bed that was surely some sort of hallucination, he stopped and s t a r e d at the naked, flesh-coloured foot just touching the ground.
...He had... a body.]
W... hat?
[Pride had to be doing something to him, and so if he could just hear his brother's voice from outside the dome, it would be something to focus on and break this... whatever 'this' was. Alphonse scrambled down the stairs and out of the front door, bypassing family pictures without seeing them.]
BROTHER?!
[And then he was just stopping dead in the front yard. Where is he?! Anyone passing by is free to see this gaping teenager in his fetching pajamas. Or, of course, his housemates are more than welcome to notice the new addition to 1649 Albright Lane.]
[B: Phone; Locked to Edward Elric]
[What could he say? What possible words could sum up waking up with a human body and their mother alive again? THIS IS INSANE! So, he'll settle for the one word that would at least tell Ed who was calling.]
...Brother, I'm... it's me.
[C: Phone; OPEN]
[Sometime after... everything ever, much later at night after things have started to sink in, there is a polite sounding voice over the telephones after a self conscious throat clearing.]
Good evening! My name is Alphonse Elric and... I think some of you might know Brother? His name is Edward and he's the... [little] ...alchemist with a red coat.
[What more can he really say? This is still so overwhelming and ridiculous.]
...I hope I can meet you all in person someday, talking over the phone seems a bit impersonal for a first meeting. [And then, in case that made anyone think he didn't want to talk now, he hastily added:] But it's nice to meet you anyway.
[The first thing that struck Alphonse when he woke that morning was... well, that he was waking up at all. This wasn't the blacking out of his body tugging on his soul from the other side of the portal, this was genuine human waking and he had missed it so much. Just for a single moment, before awareness came rushing into his sleepy head, he stretched luxuriously under the blankets and smiled.
...That was until he remembered where he had been before this, and panic jolted through his system to wake him up as effectively as a bucket of cold water doused over his head. Sitting bolt upright in bed and finding himself dressed in striped pajamas that he definitely hadn't been wearing before.
Pride! Where was the tiny homunculus? Was this some sort of trick he was playing with Al's head, while they were trapped inside that dome together? Leaping out of the bed that was surely some sort of hallucination, he stopped and s t a r e d at the naked, flesh-coloured foot just touching the ground.
...He had... a body.]
W... hat?
[Pride had to be doing something to him, and so if he could just hear his brother's voice from outside the dome, it would be something to focus on and break this... whatever 'this' was. Alphonse scrambled down the stairs and out of the front door, bypassing family pictures without seeing them.]
BROTHER?!
[And then he was just stopping dead in the front yard. Where is he?! Anyone passing by is free to see this gaping teenager in his fetching pajamas. Or, of course, his housemates are more than welcome to notice the new addition to 1649 Albright Lane.]
[B: Phone; Locked to Edward Elric]
[What could he say? What possible words could sum up waking up with a human body and their mother alive again? THIS IS INSANE! So, he'll settle for the one word that would at least tell Ed who was calling.]
...Brother, I'm... it's me.
[C: Phone; OPEN]
[Sometime after... everything ever, much later at night after things have started to sink in, there is a polite sounding voice over the telephones after a self conscious throat clearing.]
Good evening! My name is Alphonse Elric and... I think some of you might know Brother? His name is Edward and he's the... [little] ...alchemist with a red coat.
[What more can he really say? This is still so overwhelming and ridiculous.]
...I hope I can meet you all in person someday, talking over the phone seems a bit impersonal for a first meeting. [And then, in case that made anyone think he didn't want to talk now, he hastily added:] But it's nice to meet you anyway.