...I can't see shit at this hour. What the hell is going on now?? A massive city-wide blackout??

Fucking- I swear, it's just been one thing after another lately. Fish falling, everyone talking like lunatics... At least a blackout is relatively normal to everything else. Assuming that's all this is, at any rate..

I've been thinking. I need to get out of this city.

Way too much shit has happened since I let myself get stuck here. And I honestly don't give a shit about the higher ups and their orders to make me stay right here in the city. I'm gonna go and demand an assignment Never thought that'd ever happen.... I can't stand just hanging around here anymore ( Read more... )

*is now an extremely depressed and somewhat traumatized human being. ...again. moreso than usual*

That was close... That was way too fucking close...

Shit... I can't believe I... I really almost... All those people...

dammit... dammit...

*homuncufied! striding around like the cocky, arrogant jerk he is with a big ol' smirk on his face, 'cause as far as he's considered, this town is HIS and he could honestly care less about anybody else. not wearing that stifling black jacket or that damn red coat, automail fully exposed (it's a metal arm and it's fucking cool, and if there's anyone ( Read more... )

Dammit... It wasn't supposed to turn out like that... That bastard...

Damn... Fuck... I'm so sorry, Edward...

I think... I missed it again. What is it today, the 23rd?

...Well, damn.

So... No Al(s).

And no Winry.

And that damned homunculus is still around.

...Fantastic.

*eight-year old self! adorable, smaller, and mischievous as all hell. currently walking around in his usual clothes that are now suddenly a little too big for him, fiddling with them amusedly*

I wonder where these clothes came from... Hey, what is this place? Has anybody seen my mom? Or my brother? I was supposed to be watching him, but now I don't ( Read more... )

*can be found in his usual nook of the library, surrounded by piles of books and papers with his serious thinking face on as he continues to bury his nose in an alchemy book, absently twirling a pen between the fingers of his good hand. has a small, rough sketch of the Anti-Homunculus Array on the table near him, and is quite seriously ( Read more... )

I feel like I just went to my own funeral.

And I... kinda panicked.  Sorry 'bout that, guys. It just... hit a lot of really unpleasant chords and... I felt sick just being there. So Clara and- and Ren... Sorry for running out early. I just couldn't stay there for much longer. I still feel a little nauseous thinking about it...

Shit... I need air.