[076] [accidental voice]

[priceoftruth]

[the transmission begins mid-sentence; the sound of shuffling papers and flipping pages can be heard]

--don't know what it means yet, but I figure it has to be important. [...] The names are the same as the ones you hear around here, and if that's where Green is from... Hey, Al, can you pass me that notebook?

[A pause, much, much longer than it

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[a_lone_flame]

[...]

He's safer back home, right?

[priceoftruth]

...

We almost had it. We were so damn close.

[a_lone_flame]

Mm, I know, but would Al like to see you throw a fit over him being gone, or would he rather see you still standing strong, even without him?

[...]

If it helps at all, he's still with you. In spirit, I mean.

( OOC: Strikes locked to Ed. )

[priceoftruth]

Tch.

[No. You're sort of right, but you really don't understand.]

[moarcowbell]

Ed... calm down.

[priceoftruth]

[...]

[you're Haru being serious, so he can't argue. but he can still emo]

[moarcowbell]

Hurting yourself won't do anything but hurt yourself.

[priceoftruth]

I'm not.

[miniskirts4all]

Calm down, Ed.

There's nothing you can do about it.

[priceoftruth]

[...]

Tch-- if there's not a door, make one. I'll get those bastards to finish what they've started.

[miniskirts4all]

Is that so? And what exactly do you plan on doing?

[priceoftruth]

Finding them. Bargaining if I have to. Whatever the hell I can.

[priceoftruth]

[A pause]

...This whole damn place. Everything about it is wrong.

[priceoftruth]

Those bastards doing what they do best.

[comment log?] uuah Big apology for the dropped threads.

[papahoho]

[Edward may or may not hear footsteps coming from around the corner. Well, he probably doesn't, but just in case, Hohenheim is standing about fifteen or twenty feet from Ed.

He's going to give him space, and plenty of it, but the book he's holding when he realizes Alphonse is gone falls and thumps uselessly to the floor.]

... [He looks off to the side.]

[comment log!] no it's totally fine, don't worry about it! <3

[priceoftruth]

[He didn't leave the high school for hours. The last place he wanted to go was the Marshall apartment, but...hell, eventually he would have to.

Pulling the door shut behind him, he lingers in the doorway, not sure what the hell to do with himself for the moment. Half-built gadgets litter the living room, books, drawings, notes, but so many of them are Al's. How the fuck is he supposed to accomplish anything when the person he's trying to help is worlds away?...

He barely moves when he hears the book hit the floor. Just glances up at Hohenheim, knowing exactly what that expression means. They both know, and Ed doesn't know what the hell to say to him now.]

[comment log] Thanks >> <333

[papahoho]

[He bends down and retrieves the book from the floor before dusting it off and tucking it under his arm again. It's a bit of a risk, but he walks carefully to his son. He half expects to get punched in the face, but at the moment, he's extremely grave.]

Now is the time to remain calm and try to think. We know he's alive, and if he could remember Discedo, he would want us to continue our work here and live on to the best of our abilities.

[comment log] of course <33333

[priceoftruth]

['Our work here.' That's easy to say, but what the hell does he think they've been working on? With Al gone, what the hell is he supposed to do?

Living on scraps of information and food. More like a dog here even than he was at home. It's a disgusting thought, and leaves a foul aftertaste. Not even a military dog, but a stray mutt. Not like it's much better listening to that guy talk about his brother like he's dead... Ed frowns, looking every inch distant, but he doesn't speak for a while.]

... I'm going to find a way out.