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icedark_elf) wrote2004-10-23 11:34 am
icedark_elf) wrote2004-10-23 11:34 am
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More bunnies from GW.
Ed glared at his right side, trying to focus. Stupid concussion.
He wondered where Al was. During the collapse of the path and the fall, he had lost sight of his younger brother. And calling for him had got Ed absolutely nothing. He really had to get up and go find Al. Suit of armor or not, Al could still be hurt badly. Therefore, Ed had to find him.
If only the rather heavy rock would shift off his leg.
It had been Ed’s attempt to remove said rock when he realized his automail wasn’t responding properly. He couldn’t feel it, but since Ed couldn’t feel a lot at the moment due to the cold, that hadn’t been too surprising. Still, he tried to focus.
“Shit,” the blond muttered aloud. Looking at the remnants of his arm, Ed was glad he couldn’t feel it. The never connections would have been going insane. The port didn’t look that great either. Winry was going to kill him.
When he sneezed, Ed felt that he was right about the port. Pain radiated from the metal, burning against the chill of his body. Panting, trying hard to not jolt his shoulder again, Ed cursed the Colonel. It was an impressive display in his mind, full of interesting terms he had learned from the military and the civilians he associated with. Physically, however, the artistic insults were only a few slurred words pushed past chattering teeth.
Stupid Colonel, though Ed as he pushed at the rock, ignoring the pain. Bastard just had to snap his fingers….
Ed wasn’t sure if it was the concussion, the illness he felt creeping up, or the genies he was reported to have. All at one, he recalled what Scar had said once. The reason on why he was able to perform alchemy without an array. The simple fact that clapping his hands together formed a circle.
Colonel Dumbass snapped his fingers. Logically, Ed knew that the snap was only to create a spark, and that Mustang had an array on his gloves to actually control the fire.
But that snap made a circle.
Desperate, in pain, and worried about his brother, Ed raised his remaining hand. Ignoring the trembling of his fingers, Ed concentrated. All of his considerable will was focused on calling up the power to do what he needed to do.
SNAP!
With an almost painful sigh of relief, Ed felt the alchemic reaction running through his arm. Amused that he was imitating Mustang, thrilled that he had discovered something new, and happy he was about to be free to find his brother, Ed shifted forward and pressed his hand to the rock.
After it obliged by crumbling to dust, Ed smirked. “Nice,” he said softly.
Then everything went dark.
Off to finish the next drabble.
Ed glared at his right side, trying to focus. Stupid concussion.
He wondered where Al was. During the collapse of the path and the fall, he had lost sight of his younger brother. And calling for him had got Ed absolutely nothing. He really had to get up and go find Al. Suit of armor or not, Al could still be hurt badly. Therefore, Ed had to find him.
If only the rather heavy rock would shift off his leg.
It had been Ed’s attempt to remove said rock when he realized his automail wasn’t responding properly. He couldn’t feel it, but since Ed couldn’t feel a lot at the moment due to the cold, that hadn’t been too surprising. Still, he tried to focus.
“Shit,” the blond muttered aloud. Looking at the remnants of his arm, Ed was glad he couldn’t feel it. The never connections would have been going insane. The port didn’t look that great either. Winry was going to kill him.
When he sneezed, Ed felt that he was right about the port. Pain radiated from the metal, burning against the chill of his body. Panting, trying hard to not jolt his shoulder again, Ed cursed the Colonel. It was an impressive display in his mind, full of interesting terms he had learned from the military and the civilians he associated with. Physically, however, the artistic insults were only a few slurred words pushed past chattering teeth.
Stupid Colonel, though Ed as he pushed at the rock, ignoring the pain. Bastard just had to snap his fingers….
Ed wasn’t sure if it was the concussion, the illness he felt creeping up, or the genies he was reported to have. All at one, he recalled what Scar had said once. The reason on why he was able to perform alchemy without an array. The simple fact that clapping his hands together formed a circle.
Colonel Dumbass snapped his fingers. Logically, Ed knew that the snap was only to create a spark, and that Mustang had an array on his gloves to actually control the fire.
But that snap made a circle.
Desperate, in pain, and worried about his brother, Ed raised his remaining hand. Ignoring the trembling of his fingers, Ed concentrated. All of his considerable will was focused on calling up the power to do what he needed to do.
SNAP!
With an almost painful sigh of relief, Ed felt the alchemic reaction running through his arm. Amused that he was imitating Mustang, thrilled that he had discovered something new, and happy he was about to be free to find his brother, Ed shifted forward and pressed his hand to the rock.
After it obliged by crumbling to dust, Ed smirked. “Nice,” he said softly.
Then everything went dark.
Off to finish the next drabble.
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