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timepiececlockI'm going to do a drabble for every episode, I've decided. And each drabble will be a different character, except the very last one, which will repeat a character. I'm planning them out right now.
I started with episode 1, did episode 2, episode 3, then skipped to episode 8.
“I’d really like some tape,” Alphonse Elric said, though no one could hear him. “Tape would be nice, to seal all my gaps. And maybe a scrub brush.”
If Al were able to sigh, he would have. After all, he couldn’t exactly move to improve his situation himself, entrenched as he was and slowly filling up like an hourglass.
Moments like these were by far Al’s least favorite part of professional government-funded questing.
“Al! Al!”
Edward’s mildly panicky voice, filtering through the sand.
Finally.
That brother of his was so inattentive. It was worrisome.
“Over here! I sank again!”
A lie? All of it was truly a lie then?
Kane was never coming back. Jammel from the bakery shop never had come back. Nor had Sandra, or Les. They were “brought to life” with alchemy and alchemy brought life to no one. Rose felt soul-sick.
Her friends and her neighbors were nothing but pawns, and their prophet nothing but a leech for power. Miracles didn’t exist, and God didn’t shine in the sky. Edward and Alphonse had made their point, and she felt thirteen times a fool.
The true Cornello raised his hands to the sunset, and birds took wing.
On the way home Ms. Elric turned the doll in her hands, examining the texture of the cloth, the darkly porcelain face. Ahead of her the two boys trudged down the path, still confused and sulking over why their best friend didn’t want their present.
She felt for Winry—fear of alchemy wasn’t an unhealthy way to look at things, when it came down to it. Sometimes it was better, even, to recognize alchemy early on as something to be feared. But she was proud of her sons nonetheless.
Like every gift he had ever made her, it was beautiful.
This one is for episode 8, so don't read ahead if you're a new Cartoon Network watcher. Really, don't. Bad spoilers ahead.
He hated the rain. Not because it made his alchemy useless—because it was fucking wet and got in your eyes and made everything swirl together if you didn't blink fast enough. Because it beat down on you like something angry and cold and relentless. Because it made blood run that much thinner when seeping over brick and cobblestones.
He hated standing here, dripping with it, while telling a twelve-year-old boy that life sucks and then you die, only sometimes little children die even sooner because of people exactly like you.
Chin up, little alchemist. It’s going to get a whole lot worse.
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I started with episode 1, did episode 2, episode 3, then skipped to episode 8.
[Episode 1 – Al]
Them’s The Breaks
Them’s The Breaks
“I’d really like some tape,” Alphonse Elric said, though no one could hear him. “Tape would be nice, to seal all my gaps. And maybe a scrub brush.”
If Al were able to sigh, he would have. After all, he couldn’t exactly move to improve his situation himself, entrenched as he was and slowly filling up like an hourglass.
Moments like these were by far Al’s least favorite part of professional government-funded questing.
“Al! Al!”
Edward’s mildly panicky voice, filtering through the sand.
Finally.
That brother of his was so inattentive. It was worrisome.
“Over here! I sank again!”
[Episode 2 – Rose]
Severence
Severence
A lie? All of it was truly a lie then?
Kane was never coming back. Jammel from the bakery shop never had come back. Nor had Sandra, or Les. They were “brought to life” with alchemy and alchemy brought life to no one. Rose felt soul-sick.
Her friends and her neighbors were nothing but pawns, and their prophet nothing but a leech for power. Miracles didn’t exist, and God didn’t shine in the sky. Edward and Alphonse had made their point, and she felt thirteen times a fool.
The true Cornello raised his hands to the sunset, and birds took wing.
[Episode 3 – Trisha]
Inheritance
Inheritance
On the way home Ms. Elric turned the doll in her hands, examining the texture of the cloth, the darkly porcelain face. Ahead of her the two boys trudged down the path, still confused and sulking over why their best friend didn’t want their present.
She felt for Winry—fear of alchemy wasn’t an unhealthy way to look at things, when it came down to it. Sometimes it was better, even, to recognize alchemy early on as something to be feared. But she was proud of her sons nonetheless.
Like every gift he had ever made her, it was beautiful.
This one is for episode 8, so don't read ahead if you're a new Cartoon Network watcher. Really, don't. Bad spoilers ahead.
[Episode 8 - Roy]
Advice
Advice
He hated the rain. Not because it made his alchemy useless—because it was fucking wet and got in your eyes and made everything swirl together if you didn't blink fast enough. Because it beat down on you like something angry and cold and relentless. Because it made blood run that much thinner when seeping over brick and cobblestones.
He hated standing here, dripping with it, while telling a twelve-year-old boy that life sucks and then you die, only sometimes little children die even sooner because of people exactly like you.
Chin up, little alchemist. It’s going to get a whole lot worse.
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fm_alchemist here.
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Date: 2004-11-23 04:08 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2004-11-23 09:52 am (UTC)Thanks for commenting though. I'm glad you like it. :)
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Date: 2004-11-23 01:51 pm (UTC)"Chin up, little alchemist. It’s going to get a whole lot worse."
You write a mean Roy. Fic??
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Date: 2004-11-23 02:17 pm (UTC)::laugh:: Roy was mean in that scene.
Fic??
huh?
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Date: 2004-11-23 10:16 pm (UTC)Gotta keep up. The link "My Fanfic Be Here" at the top of my LJ takes you to a place where you can find "Transcontinental Lament", the first chapter of my planned 5-part episode 25 vignette.
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