3/28/06 // IC!s Al and Alfons, Evil!Al
Who: IC!s Al and Alfons, Evil!Al
When: 3/28/06
Rating: PG-13
Category: Side Plot
Summary: Continuation of the Al army side story. They go home!
Evil!Al: ::chewing on a stolen granola bar, perched at the top of a staircase:: You think they've forgotten about us yet? Nobody's come to bother us today.
IC!Alfons: Well, we did disable all the security cameras the other night. They are probably trying to fix them. ::takes a bite of a sandwich swiped from the same rations room:: It helps, though, that we have become more or less nocturnal. Though one of these days it would be nice to get more than four hours of sleep. ::sighs::
Evil!Al: Man, when I get back home, I'm gonna sleep 18 hours straight. It'll be awesome. And then I won't have to listen to your whining anymore either.
IC!Alfons: Oh, right. You whine more than I do, you know. ::grabs a nutrient drink from the stash between them and takes a sip:: Mein Gott, this stuff is awful.
Evil!Al: Obviously they're more focused on practicality than taste. ::finishes his granola bar and stands:: Alright, time to get moving. Night security'll switch in five minutes. We've gotta hurry.
IC!Alfons: ::finishes his sandwich and picks up the plastic bottle, standing up as well:: So we are sure the transportation room is just down this hallway?
Evil!Al: That's what that terminal said, right? I don't know why they'd put a fake map in a place like this. They don't expect people like us to be running around in here. ::grins::
IC!Alfons: Valid point. ::heads to the door and peeks out the window, watching for a while before slipping out and pressing back against the wall, watching the corridor warily:: You know the cameras here will spot us, ja? What are we going to do if we get trapped?
Evil!Al: ::follows him out into the hallway:: I dunno, fight 'em off? ::smirks:: Bet I could take them all.
IC!Alfons: I just hope we do not have to test that out. ::sighs, then cautiously heads down the hallway, watching for cameras or guards::
Evil!Al: ::walks down the other side of the hallway:: This place looks like more housing, sort of... I thought we left that sector behind a few days ago? So what's this?
IC!Alfons: Well, it could be housing for the new, ah, recruits? I do not know about you, but I am pretty sure I was out for about two days after they brought me here. Probably drugged, actually. ::shakes his head a little, then peeks into one of the windows on his side and frowns:: Ja, new recuits indeed, the poor guys. ::ducks away from the window, afraid the doctor inside might notice him, and creeps past until he is sure he is out of sight::
Evil!Al: Nice going, retard, get the guards on us already, why don't you? ::snorts::
IC!Alfons: ::hisses:: Oh, shut up already. You are no better.
Evil!Al: Well, at least I know how to deal with them.
IC!Alfons: If you expect to get out of here, you will need me. Though it would be kind of funny to watch you try and figure out the transporter on your own.
Evil!Al: Speaking of which, you did those conversions this morning, right? We're not doing this blind, are we?
IC!Alfons: ...Well, I have a guess. I would have liked to check with Edward first, but obviously there is no time to go back that way. ::sighs:: I just hope that it works as easily as the phone console. And that my conversion on the coordinates is right. But hey... At least we are guaranteed to land in Amestris, in the right dimension, ja? ::chuckles a little::
Evil!Al: Heh. At least there's that, yeah. ::stops walking, then grabs Alfons by the arm and pulls him against the wall with him, whispering:: Shit, what the hell are they doing up that way?
IC!Alfons: ::sees that he's referring to a cluster of guards, some facing outward, and several facing in, apparently trying to seal off an area, a few yelling for a scientist's help:: ...Whatever it is, it looks to be a huge problem for them. And therefore we should get out of the way and out of their sight as soon as possible. ::looks around for an escape::
Evil!Al: ::looks behind them and sees two backup guards rushing toward them:: Shit! ::dives to the side to avoid getting shot as the guards pull out their guns, and sprints around them, looking for a way to get closer without getting hit::
IC!Alfons: ::stays in place, hands up, and waits, shaking slightly, until both guards are focused on trying to shoot evil!Al, then runs forward and elbows one in the back of the head::
Evil!Al: ::dashes forward and kicks the guard still standing, but not before the guard was able to get a shot off at Alfons::
IC!Alfons: ::shrieks in pain, grasping his shoulder, and stumbles sideways slightly, eyes wide::
Evil!Al: ::picks up one of the guns and puts his other arm around Alfons, leading him off to the side, and looks around searching for a particular room before dragging him in that direction, then opens the door and shoots the doctors inside before shoving Alfons away, toward a complex-looking mechanical chair:: What the hell were you thinking, idiot?! I could've taken them on my own just fine. ::locks the door behind them, then looks over a panel of switches intently::
IC!Alfons: ::blinks and stares at the two doctors laying dead on the floor, mouth open, then looks over at Al, still holding his shoulder:: What did you kill them for...? And... What are you doing? Wh-
Evil!Al: ::yells angrily:: Just sit the fuck down already! ::shoots out the security camera, then finds the right button and waits for him to sit, then pushes it, watching the door for attackers:: Oh, and move your hand away. It'll help.
IC!Alfons: ::reluctantly removes his hand and shudders slightly at the blood smeared across it, then looks up when he notices a faintly golden glow materialize out of the air, forming a cluster around his injured shoulder, then dissipating back into the air:: ...Okay, care to explain that, bitte? ::moves his arm a bit and finds his shoulder is completely healed::
Evil!Al: I vaguely remember being in a room like this soon after I was here. One of the doctors did that for me, too. Called it nanogenes, I think, but don't ask me to explain how they work. All I know's that they repaired my leg and arm, and reconnected whatever it was in my brain that had caused me to lose my memories.
IC!Alfons: ::gets up out of the chair and looks down at the two doctors:: Do you think it could be used to revive them...? You really should not have done that...
Evil!Al: I'd rather not try. Bastards like that don't deserve to live, anyway.
IC!Alfons: ::frowns sadly:: I do not agree, though... They did not harm anyone...
Evil!Al: They're corrupt and working for whoever runs this place. They've done tons of harm.
IC!Alfons: Maybe... ::sighs:: I still feel bad about our not trying to save everyone else here, too...
Evil!Al: Look, we've gotta get ourselves home first. If we can take the transporter with us like you're thinking, then we can get a bunch of people together and come back for everyone who's stranded here, but we can't do it on our own. There's only two of us and we can't pull that off.
IC!Alfons: I know. You really are right. Hopefully there will be plenty who are willing to come with us to free them again.
Evil!Al: There will be. I'll make sure of it. ::cautiously slips back out the door and sees that the majority of the guards are now laying flat on the floor, and the remaining several are backed against the opposite wall, guns pointed at the doorway they've been struggling to contain, and shouting into radios:: What in the world is back there..?
IC!Alfons: ::sticks his head out as well to look as a new wave of guards rushes forward, only to be thrown back out of the doorway, and gasps when he catches a glimpse of what looks like an armored gauntlet and a long plume:: They got an armored one?
Evil!Al: Looks like it. Let's hope he's willing to help us out, or at least able to keep distracting them. ::darts out from the doorway and further down the hall, headed toward the crowd::
IC!Alfons: ::follows right behind him, watching the suit of armor as he fights off the guards trying to capture him::
IC!Al: ::looks up and sees the boys running past, and fights off the guards with greater determination, then shouts once most of them have been knocked down:: Guys, wait up! What's going on in this place?
Evil!Al: ::shoots down the remaining guards and looks over at Al with a shrug:: Dunno. Don't care. We're leaving.
IC!Alfons: Hey, wait just a second, Alphonse... ::frowns, then looks over to the suit of armor:: Do you know us?
IC!Al: Of course I do! You're Alfons, from Germany, and the one over there's the mean one!
Evil!Al: ::glares::
IC!Alfons: ::laughs with relief:: Mein Gott, it is you! It is so hard to tell, with all of the Alphonses here... Your brother has been so worried about you, you know? Come with us, we think we have a way out! ::motions to him, then continues jogging down the hall, following evil!Al::
IC!Al: ::steps carefully over the unconscious guards, and runs alongside them:: So what is this place?
IC!Alfons: Some sort of collection facility for, well, Alphonses... They have been kidnapping us and our doubles to build some sort of army.
IC!Al: ...Wow, that's just weird. Boy am I glad I ran into you guys, though. Those people were really creepy. And I kept trying to tell them my name was Alphonse, but they kept calling me Red 5 and I have no idea why. Though I guess an empty suit of armor's pretty weird to them... ::chuckles nervously::
IC!Alfons: ::smiles:: Well, I would not worry about it anymore if I were you. We will be back to Central by the end of the night, I should think.
Evil!Al: Yeah, the transport room is just at the end of this hall. ::grins:: You can see it from here- the door's red and it's got a warning light or something over it, it looks like.
IC!Al: Oh, good! Then let's get there as fast as we can so we can get home! ::runs a bit faster, eager::
Evil!Al: ::looks behind them to make sure they're not being followed, then tries to open the door to the transportation room but finds it's locked:: Damnit, now what... ::pounds on the door several times::
IC!Al: I guess I could try punching through it, but it looks like a pretty heavy door...
Evil!Al: ::keeps pounding on the door, and starts shouting:: Help! HELP! It's Red 5, it's escaped! You've gotta let me in! ::smirks back at IC!Al and Alfons::
Transport tech guy: ::opens the door and is immediately shot in the face by evil!Al::
IC!Alfons: ::flinches backward and looks away:: Alphonse, really...
IC!Al: ::pats him on the shoulder in sympathy:: Come on, we've gotta get in there.
Evil!Al: ::laughs maniacally and shoots at everyone else in the room, but misses several shots, then runs out of ammo:: Shit! ::throws the gun at someone and knocks him out that way, leaving five more scientists in the room::
IC!Alfons: ::to the scientists:: It is alright, really, you do not have to be afraid... ::glares at evil!Al:: We do not mean you harm, as long as you are able to cooperate... We just want to get home. Would you help us do that, bitte?
Scientist 1: Absolutely not! We go through great efforts to bring each one of you here and get you settled in. There's no way we are going to let you leave, after that. You are espeically not going to take the armored individual with you!
IC!Alfons: ::sighs:: If you do not cooperate, though, my companion over there- ::gestures to evil!Al:: -will probably try and hurt you, and that is something I would like to avoid if possible. So, bitte, at least let us go peacefully? Even if you will not help out, yourselves... Just let us be.
Scientists: ::discuss for a moment, then nod to each other, and Scientist 1 speaks again:: Alright, we will leave you alone. Just let us leave safely.
IC!Alfons: Of course.
IC!Al: ::opens the door for the scientists so they can escape, then closes and locks it:: So do you guys know how to operate this thing? ::points to the large transporter in the middle of the room::
IC!Alfons: Well, I will try, anyway. If one of you could continue to watch the door, the other could help me look for documents of some sort...
Evil!Al: I'll help look for stuff. ::goes through a stack of papers on a desk at the end of the room::
IC!Alfons: Danke. ::heads over to the transporter to inspect it, but finds no notebook similar to the one in the communications room, then looks around the room a bit before heading to one of the computers:: It looks like this thing has to be programmed through one of the terminals here, rather than directly. ::frowns and finds the directory of codes for multiple dimensions of Amestris, and hits the print button, then goes to collect them:: Well, this could be useful. I really hope we can find some way to make this work if we take it back, but if it has to be programmed at a computer station, we could have a tough time... ::goes back to the computer and looks up the code for their current dimension, grabs a pen, and writes it on the first sheet:: Alright, I think I can get this to work. Everything is preprogrammed into the terminal here. Go stand inside it, I will be right over there in just a second... ::finds the preset for their Amestris and changes the last five numbers according to his conversion, and hits "set"::
Evil!Al: ::runs over and gets inside the transporter::
IC!Al: ::follows behind him, ducking and folding his arms to fit::
IC!Alfons: Alright! ::hits "launch", then sprints into the transporter at the last second, and a white beam of light envelops the three of them just as another wave of backup guards crashes through the door::
-----::3d-looking wormhole effects are awesome!::-----
::all three, and the transporter as well, crash into an unoccupied stretch of farmland about a quarter mile south of Central::
IC!Alfons: ::groans and pulls himself to his feet, helped by IC!Al, who was obviously unharmed by the crash:: Well, obviously my coordinate on the Z axis was a little off or we would have landed more effectively on the ground, rather than above it, but... Not bad, really... ::smiles a little:: Mein Gott, I think I am about ready to go pass out now. ::stumbles out into the field::
Evil!Al: At least we're here and in one piece. ::gets out and looks at the machine:: Though I'm not sure I can say the same for this thing...
IC!Alfons: Oh no... It does look a little, ah, mangled... ::frowns:: Well, maybe in time I will see if I can fix it, I suppose. But for now... I am headed home. ::stumbles slightly again, but smiles:: I have been away too long. Tschau, you two. And good luck in finding your brother, Alphonse.
IC!Al: Thanks! ::waves a bit, then starts walking back as well, evil!Al just behind him::
When: 3/28/06
Rating: PG-13
Category: Side Plot
Summary: Continuation of the Al army side story. They go home!
Evil!Al: ::chewing on a stolen granola bar, perched at the top of a staircase:: You think they've forgotten about us yet? Nobody's come to bother us today.
IC!Alfons: Well, we did disable all the security cameras the other night. They are probably trying to fix them. ::takes a bite of a sandwich swiped from the same rations room:: It helps, though, that we have become more or less nocturnal. Though one of these days it would be nice to get more than four hours of sleep. ::sighs::
Evil!Al: Man, when I get back home, I'm gonna sleep 18 hours straight. It'll be awesome. And then I won't have to listen to your whining anymore either.
IC!Alfons: Oh, right. You whine more than I do, you know. ::grabs a nutrient drink from the stash between them and takes a sip:: Mein Gott, this stuff is awful.
Evil!Al: Obviously they're more focused on practicality than taste. ::finishes his granola bar and stands:: Alright, time to get moving. Night security'll switch in five minutes. We've gotta hurry.
IC!Alfons: ::finishes his sandwich and picks up the plastic bottle, standing up as well:: So we are sure the transportation room is just down this hallway?
Evil!Al: That's what that terminal said, right? I don't know why they'd put a fake map in a place like this. They don't expect people like us to be running around in here. ::grins::
IC!Alfons: Valid point. ::heads to the door and peeks out the window, watching for a while before slipping out and pressing back against the wall, watching the corridor warily:: You know the cameras here will spot us, ja? What are we going to do if we get trapped?
Evil!Al: ::follows him out into the hallway:: I dunno, fight 'em off? ::smirks:: Bet I could take them all.
IC!Alfons: I just hope we do not have to test that out. ::sighs, then cautiously heads down the hallway, watching for cameras or guards::
Evil!Al: ::walks down the other side of the hallway:: This place looks like more housing, sort of... I thought we left that sector behind a few days ago? So what's this?
IC!Alfons: Well, it could be housing for the new, ah, recruits? I do not know about you, but I am pretty sure I was out for about two days after they brought me here. Probably drugged, actually. ::shakes his head a little, then peeks into one of the windows on his side and frowns:: Ja, new recuits indeed, the poor guys. ::ducks away from the window, afraid the doctor inside might notice him, and creeps past until he is sure he is out of sight::
Evil!Al: Nice going, retard, get the guards on us already, why don't you? ::snorts::
IC!Alfons: ::hisses:: Oh, shut up already. You are no better.
Evil!Al: Well, at least I know how to deal with them.
IC!Alfons: If you expect to get out of here, you will need me. Though it would be kind of funny to watch you try and figure out the transporter on your own.
Evil!Al: Speaking of which, you did those conversions this morning, right? We're not doing this blind, are we?
IC!Alfons: ...Well, I have a guess. I would have liked to check with Edward first, but obviously there is no time to go back that way. ::sighs:: I just hope that it works as easily as the phone console. And that my conversion on the coordinates is right. But hey... At least we are guaranteed to land in Amestris, in the right dimension, ja? ::chuckles a little::
Evil!Al: Heh. At least there's that, yeah. ::stops walking, then grabs Alfons by the arm and pulls him against the wall with him, whispering:: Shit, what the hell are they doing up that way?
IC!Alfons: ::sees that he's referring to a cluster of guards, some facing outward, and several facing in, apparently trying to seal off an area, a few yelling for a scientist's help:: ...Whatever it is, it looks to be a huge problem for them. And therefore we should get out of the way and out of their sight as soon as possible. ::looks around for an escape::
Evil!Al: ::looks behind them and sees two backup guards rushing toward them:: Shit! ::dives to the side to avoid getting shot as the guards pull out their guns, and sprints around them, looking for a way to get closer without getting hit::
IC!Alfons: ::stays in place, hands up, and waits, shaking slightly, until both guards are focused on trying to shoot evil!Al, then runs forward and elbows one in the back of the head::
Evil!Al: ::dashes forward and kicks the guard still standing, but not before the guard was able to get a shot off at Alfons::
IC!Alfons: ::shrieks in pain, grasping his shoulder, and stumbles sideways slightly, eyes wide::
Evil!Al: ::picks up one of the guns and puts his other arm around Alfons, leading him off to the side, and looks around searching for a particular room before dragging him in that direction, then opens the door and shoots the doctors inside before shoving Alfons away, toward a complex-looking mechanical chair:: What the hell were you thinking, idiot?! I could've taken them on my own just fine. ::locks the door behind them, then looks over a panel of switches intently::
IC!Alfons: ::blinks and stares at the two doctors laying dead on the floor, mouth open, then looks over at Al, still holding his shoulder:: What did you kill them for...? And... What are you doing? Wh-
Evil!Al: ::yells angrily:: Just sit the fuck down already! ::shoots out the security camera, then finds the right button and waits for him to sit, then pushes it, watching the door for attackers:: Oh, and move your hand away. It'll help.
IC!Alfons: ::reluctantly removes his hand and shudders slightly at the blood smeared across it, then looks up when he notices a faintly golden glow materialize out of the air, forming a cluster around his injured shoulder, then dissipating back into the air:: ...Okay, care to explain that, bitte? ::moves his arm a bit and finds his shoulder is completely healed::
Evil!Al: I vaguely remember being in a room like this soon after I was here. One of the doctors did that for me, too. Called it nanogenes, I think, but don't ask me to explain how they work. All I know's that they repaired my leg and arm, and reconnected whatever it was in my brain that had caused me to lose my memories.
IC!Alfons: ::gets up out of the chair and looks down at the two doctors:: Do you think it could be used to revive them...? You really should not have done that...
Evil!Al: I'd rather not try. Bastards like that don't deserve to live, anyway.
IC!Alfons: ::frowns sadly:: I do not agree, though... They did not harm anyone...
Evil!Al: They're corrupt and working for whoever runs this place. They've done tons of harm.
IC!Alfons: Maybe... ::sighs:: I still feel bad about our not trying to save everyone else here, too...
Evil!Al: Look, we've gotta get ourselves home first. If we can take the transporter with us like you're thinking, then we can get a bunch of people together and come back for everyone who's stranded here, but we can't do it on our own. There's only two of us and we can't pull that off.
IC!Alfons: I know. You really are right. Hopefully there will be plenty who are willing to come with us to free them again.
Evil!Al: There will be. I'll make sure of it. ::cautiously slips back out the door and sees that the majority of the guards are now laying flat on the floor, and the remaining several are backed against the opposite wall, guns pointed at the doorway they've been struggling to contain, and shouting into radios:: What in the world is back there..?
IC!Alfons: ::sticks his head out as well to look as a new wave of guards rushes forward, only to be thrown back out of the doorway, and gasps when he catches a glimpse of what looks like an armored gauntlet and a long plume:: They got an armored one?
Evil!Al: Looks like it. Let's hope he's willing to help us out, or at least able to keep distracting them. ::darts out from the doorway and further down the hall, headed toward the crowd::
IC!Alfons: ::follows right behind him, watching the suit of armor as he fights off the guards trying to capture him::
IC!Al: ::looks up and sees the boys running past, and fights off the guards with greater determination, then shouts once most of them have been knocked down:: Guys, wait up! What's going on in this place?
Evil!Al: ::shoots down the remaining guards and looks over at Al with a shrug:: Dunno. Don't care. We're leaving.
IC!Alfons: Hey, wait just a second, Alphonse... ::frowns, then looks over to the suit of armor:: Do you know us?
IC!Al: Of course I do! You're Alfons, from Germany, and the one over there's the mean one!
Evil!Al: ::glares::
IC!Alfons: ::laughs with relief:: Mein Gott, it is you! It is so hard to tell, with all of the Alphonses here... Your brother has been so worried about you, you know? Come with us, we think we have a way out! ::motions to him, then continues jogging down the hall, following evil!Al::
IC!Al: ::steps carefully over the unconscious guards, and runs alongside them:: So what is this place?
IC!Alfons: Some sort of collection facility for, well, Alphonses... They have been kidnapping us and our doubles to build some sort of army.
IC!Al: ...Wow, that's just weird. Boy am I glad I ran into you guys, though. Those people were really creepy. And I kept trying to tell them my name was Alphonse, but they kept calling me Red 5 and I have no idea why. Though I guess an empty suit of armor's pretty weird to them... ::chuckles nervously::
IC!Alfons: ::smiles:: Well, I would not worry about it anymore if I were you. We will be back to Central by the end of the night, I should think.
Evil!Al: Yeah, the transport room is just at the end of this hall. ::grins:: You can see it from here- the door's red and it's got a warning light or something over it, it looks like.
IC!Al: Oh, good! Then let's get there as fast as we can so we can get home! ::runs a bit faster, eager::
Evil!Al: ::looks behind them to make sure they're not being followed, then tries to open the door to the transportation room but finds it's locked:: Damnit, now what... ::pounds on the door several times::
IC!Al: I guess I could try punching through it, but it looks like a pretty heavy door...
Evil!Al: ::keeps pounding on the door, and starts shouting:: Help! HELP! It's Red 5, it's escaped! You've gotta let me in! ::smirks back at IC!Al and Alfons::
Transport tech guy: ::opens the door and is immediately shot in the face by evil!Al::
IC!Alfons: ::flinches backward and looks away:: Alphonse, really...
IC!Al: ::pats him on the shoulder in sympathy:: Come on, we've gotta get in there.
Evil!Al: ::laughs maniacally and shoots at everyone else in the room, but misses several shots, then runs out of ammo:: Shit! ::throws the gun at someone and knocks him out that way, leaving five more scientists in the room::
IC!Alfons: ::to the scientists:: It is alright, really, you do not have to be afraid... ::glares at evil!Al:: We do not mean you harm, as long as you are able to cooperate... We just want to get home. Would you help us do that, bitte?
Scientist 1: Absolutely not! We go through great efforts to bring each one of you here and get you settled in. There's no way we are going to let you leave, after that. You are espeically not going to take the armored individual with you!
IC!Alfons: ::sighs:: If you do not cooperate, though, my companion over there- ::gestures to evil!Al:: -will probably try and hurt you, and that is something I would like to avoid if possible. So, bitte, at least let us go peacefully? Even if you will not help out, yourselves... Just let us be.
Scientists: ::discuss for a moment, then nod to each other, and Scientist 1 speaks again:: Alright, we will leave you alone. Just let us leave safely.
IC!Alfons: Of course.
IC!Al: ::opens the door for the scientists so they can escape, then closes and locks it:: So do you guys know how to operate this thing? ::points to the large transporter in the middle of the room::
IC!Alfons: Well, I will try, anyway. If one of you could continue to watch the door, the other could help me look for documents of some sort...
Evil!Al: I'll help look for stuff. ::goes through a stack of papers on a desk at the end of the room::
IC!Alfons: Danke. ::heads over to the transporter to inspect it, but finds no notebook similar to the one in the communications room, then looks around the room a bit before heading to one of the computers:: It looks like this thing has to be programmed through one of the terminals here, rather than directly. ::frowns and finds the directory of codes for multiple dimensions of Amestris, and hits the print button, then goes to collect them:: Well, this could be useful. I really hope we can find some way to make this work if we take it back, but if it has to be programmed at a computer station, we could have a tough time... ::goes back to the computer and looks up the code for their current dimension, grabs a pen, and writes it on the first sheet:: Alright, I think I can get this to work. Everything is preprogrammed into the terminal here. Go stand inside it, I will be right over there in just a second... ::finds the preset for their Amestris and changes the last five numbers according to his conversion, and hits "set"::
Evil!Al: ::runs over and gets inside the transporter::
IC!Al: ::follows behind him, ducking and folding his arms to fit::
IC!Alfons: Alright! ::hits "launch", then sprints into the transporter at the last second, and a white beam of light envelops the three of them just as another wave of backup guards crashes through the door::
-----::3d-looking wormhole effects are awesome!::-----
::all three, and the transporter as well, crash into an unoccupied stretch of farmland about a quarter mile south of Central::
IC!Alfons: ::groans and pulls himself to his feet, helped by IC!Al, who was obviously unharmed by the crash:: Well, obviously my coordinate on the Z axis was a little off or we would have landed more effectively on the ground, rather than above it, but... Not bad, really... ::smiles a little:: Mein Gott, I think I am about ready to go pass out now. ::stumbles out into the field::
Evil!Al: At least we're here and in one piece. ::gets out and looks at the machine:: Though I'm not sure I can say the same for this thing...
IC!Alfons: Oh no... It does look a little, ah, mangled... ::frowns:: Well, maybe in time I will see if I can fix it, I suppose. But for now... I am headed home. ::stumbles slightly again, but smiles:: I have been away too long. Tschau, you two. And good luck in finding your brother, Alphonse.
IC!Al: Thanks! ::waves a bit, then starts walking back as well, evil!Al just behind him::