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Alchemy is a fifteen-year-old boy and 4'11", not including his antenna. His right arm and his left leg are automail, a sort of robotic prosthetic. He has blond hair, usually braided, and golden eyes. He's managed to recreate his platform shoes, putting him at about 5'0". He's found a red jacket to replace the one he's usually seen wearing in canon ( Read more... )

Since when are there so many newborns around?

Funny that a town would be hiding down in a tree trunk.

[jagged line as his singers pop up]

Dammit, there's no way to get rid of these things, is there?

Snap
I want to talk to you about employment.

Fullmetal, you can keep the cats. Just c

He didn't di

Code, I'll be out a while. You can tell Fullmetal that when he gets back.

[ooc: ;__; He wants to believe Fullmetal just left rather than disappearing.]

One dog for the taking. I'm not running an animal shelter.

[pause as he reads the other entries...]

Damn.

[a doggy footprint, the first line is scratched out]

Fullmetal, Code. She's staying.

[ooc: Alchemy officially has a doberman pinscher with the personality of Izumi CurtisHe's terrified of it ( Read more... )

If anyone finds a metal arm lying around, it's mine. If it's not in working order, I'm not damn well paying you.

Can anyone tell me where Fullmetal is? You'd think a guy in armor would be easy to spot.

There's a metal watch around this shithole place somewhere. There should be an insignia on it. No, I'm not paying for its return, but you won't ( Read more... )

( I thought I'd track him down, but prior to my pursuit, the smoke cleared, and there was no thief, because it was me that lost you. )

You bastards.

My name is not 'Shorty'. It's Bea Shr

[Everything descends into angry scribbles. Oh and that smudge? Yeah that's from Alchemy slamming his journal into the wall.]

[ooc: Alchemy got a memory. His punishment is to introduce himself as one of his various nicknames from canon and to only hear 'Shorty' for the next week. And feel free ( Read more... )