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Leave them here ♪♫~!

Wow, what a month. First I get over the sickness, then the windows of my shop get smashed by red balls--if I find out who did it, you will pay--then that forced insomnia again, and getting lost...

Sometimes--actually, most of the times, I don't like this place at all. Except for some times, when it's very nice to be here.

private to Al:

Feeling better?

private to Ed:

Your new automail's done. Both arm and leg. And don't complain about it, I worked very very hard!

[ooc; Will try to get in many, many replies!]

[audio]

Ahhhhhh--I live! [laughter]

Wow, you guys have no idea how terrible it is to spend a month--well, almost--confined to your beds, feeling like crap. Fever, nausea, and my muscles, my poor joints. Like an old person. Now I respect Granny even more, if that's what she goes through--except I'm sure she's stronger than that.

But! Now that I'm back, so is the shop. So any orders should start bombarding me right now, I don't mind. Excuse me though if I prioritize, I have some diamond tips to take care of.

[ooc; begone ticks!]

[filtered to Ed]

Are you back?

[public]

Yesterday was the worst and best day ever, and I don't even know how to begin to explain it. But I really really really hate curses.

And this fever...I must've caught a cold or something...


[ooc; Tick-borne disease is starting.]

I miss Allelujah and Marie already, and they haven't been gone that long, even. I guess it's just...this place does have something to it, doesn't it? You make friends, and get sad when they leave. Aside from the friends from your own world, of course.

And there's another funny thing. This must be the longest we've been together, guys. I know Al doesn't have his body back, or Ed his arm, and there are still Alchemists who are evil, and other State Alchemists, and such...but. It's just-

I like this place. Curses and everything aside, it's like it has reunited us again. Like when we were kids... God, and Ed's still as tiny.

[ooc; Okay that last thing is just pure cruelty as usual. Sorry, Ed. It's out of love. MELANCHOLY DAYS. I missed rping and have had a terribly exhausting day. Finals suck. Now rape it before I've to disappear again eek.]

[voice]

Mm? I should be opening the shop...I think I'll do that after I eat...

God, and cooking...I guess we can order out today...

Except I really don't want to move from this comfy, cooooooooooomfyyyyyyyyy bed...

...nap time.

[ooc; Duh. Cursed.]

I had the worst nightmare the other day...

God, good thing the shop's well-insulated. With this rain... Allelujah, Marie, please help me make sure there's no metal getting wet and rusty today, mm?

I've actually been thinking about this for a while now, and I think I should definitely expand my horizons. These last weeks I was working on automail for someone other than Ed, and it felt...strange. I mean, back home, I have a lot of clients--but it's different there, with the war; it's almost not fair to see people go through pain in this place. I'm glad Mister Ishida recovered his arm; I'm the first to praise the wonders of automail onto others, but the real thing is... yeah.

Don't take this the wrong way, Ed! But I think I'll be happy just being your automail mechanic in this City here. It makes it feel like home in a way

So I've been studying up on some things, and Rockbell Automail Shop is now expanding business to mechanics of any type: cars, household devices, etc. And robots. If you have robots to fix up, bring them to me.

By the way, what's with all these happy people around?

[ooc; STEP ONE IN TAKING OVER THE WORLD. SHH IT'S TRUE.]

[accidental voice]

Aaah. Aaaaaaah-- WHO ARE YOU PEOPLE? WHAT DO YOU WANT FROM ME?

Yes, they're real--

You, I don't even know you, what the hell!


EDWARD!

[ooc; Everything goes. Versions of her, fourth walling, taunts, other cast mates coming back to life--HUGHES?? P.S. All replies are voice. ]

[private; unhackable]

He asked me out?! And he was...and we danced. And he was STILL a moron. God, Edward, you're so lucky I love you, otherwise I'd just run away with someone who actually has the brains and courage to love me back.

[private to Ed]

You- um.

Ask again I can't believe you had a cheat-sheet, Ed.

[public]

That was such a long curse--are those usual? Now I will never find out if I passed History, hahaha~! And sadly, the car is gone, too...I wonder if I should expand my boundaries to cars, too...

I guess that's how life would be without wars and alchemy, huh? ...Miss Armstrong as a Sex Ed teacher...

EDWAAAAAARD! WHY DID YOU LET ME DO THIS? I thought we were best friends! How could you let me procrastinate this long--yes, I know, the new engine I'm working on is going to be a baby, just you wait! We'll hit the road as soon as it's done and I'll show you that girls totally don't drive like grannies. Hell, even Grandma would drive fast, if she didn't have arthritis. Either way, I'm putting in a new carburator tomorr--


NO, WAIT. I HAVE TO STUDY HISTORY.

Back to you, infamous best friend! Why didn't you act like the mother-hen you can be and...I don't know, LOCKED THE DOOR TO THE GARAGE, SWALLOWED THE KEY AND GLUED ME TO A TABLE.

IF I FAIL...

IF I FAIL, IT WILL BE YOUR FAULT.

Now, anyway...what could go better on a Mustang, red or blue?

[ooc; Student at Westberg high, that girl that stands in the back of the class, falls asleep in History and English Lit, and excells in Maths, Science and Biology. And lurves mechanics.]

If there's a doctor around, help that man.

If you see him.

[private; unhackable]

WINRY, WINRY, WINRY WHAT ARE YOU DOING? You know he's evil! He's evil, evil, evil, and manipulative, and ill-intentioned, and he keeps trying to hurt people, people we love and care about, and just before, you warned Ed to not listen to a word he says anymore and now you go and do this!

It'd be so easy. It would be so much easier to just relish, or not do anything, but...There are two types of evil. Those that commit it, and those that see it happen and do nothing about it. Kimblee... I am not an executioner. Not verbal, not through acts, and definitely not yours, or today. Or any day

I don't even know what I'm doing. This is going to mess everything up so badly, but...I can't just...stand and watch him die. If I helped Scar-

Mom...Dad...I wonder if you'd be proud of me, knowing what I know.

[ooc; MORAL DILEMMAS, YOU CAN HAS IT.]

Ed! Our apartment door looks like something out of a medieval tale of knights and princesses and if I'm going to re-open shop in this City, I need people to get a better idea of me! Like...like that I'm a good girl, reliable, and sweet, and an awesome mechanic and automail creator, and that my friends are not retarded-- take it down.

That being said...!

Winry Rockbell's Automail Shop is open for business!

You lost an arm? I can make you one, and you won't need to trade your memories or your soul in a pact with the deities--not that I underappreciate what the deities are...doing...ahehhehh...Same goes for legs, too. Why don't you just drop by and consult our offer?

[private; unhackable]

And I did it all by myself, no thanks to you, Kimblee! Thank God you finally left this place, you cruel, evil, bad, bad man!

[ooc; Ed's door. Inji if this is not cool, tell me, I'll take it down!]

I don't know what kind of a weird, horrible and mean curse that was yesterday, but to everyone who talked to me--you got the wrong idea! I didn't shoot anyone! I didn't kill anyone, either! I never got to.

But...but now I get it. Now I get what little it would've accomplished. Thanks for stopping me, Ed.

It was just a twitch, after all. Pull the trigger, bang! But I guess it's done nothing right. It's done nothing right...

Mom...Dad...I'm so sorry. Now I understand...

[ooc; So, Ed got there late, and she pulled the trigger and shot Scar, back in the day. And now she's all gloomy and tortured, like a blond, female Angel. Minus the vampire bit, too. All consciousness of the City remains, just add a bit of weirdness.]

AND STAY OUT OF MY ROO--

[frustrated groan] Can't a girl close her eyes anymore without getting dragged into this place?! Not that I have experience with it, but still, you know?

...what am I doing, speaking to a machine. Hahahahaaahhhh...At least it's not as traumatic as the last time.

[ooc; I'M GIVING HER ANOTHER CHANCE BECAUSE I STILL LOVE THE GIRL AND DON'T WANT TO LET HER GO. LET'S SEE HOW IT WORKS. aaaaand canon update to that chapter where Ed accidentally sees half a boob. HUHUHU]

My parents are doctors.

Mom was kind. She had the best smile, and smelled so nice. When I was young, I used to slip into their bedroom and snuggle inside their bed, on her side--so I could get lost in that fragrance until Grandma came to fetch me.

Dad gave me all his medicine books and told me it was fine if I wasn't interested in medicine, as long as I'd help people, because that was what would make us mighty. He had no powers, but he was the best man I've known.

They save lives, and rescue people, and go where they're needed most. They were medics in the Ishbalian war. They were killed by a man they healed.

I don't like this curse.

This place reminds me of Briggs--so much snow. To be honest, I'm more of a summer girl.

Ah. So...I found this shop in the City, and I was wondering--I've been here before, right? Because there's a Rockbell Automail Repairs shop, and that can only be mine...unless Grandma was here, but-- what's the policy on buying and re-opening the shop, even if it wasn't me who started it theoretically? Does anyone know City business?

Mr. Kimblee there are no more zombies around, so you can stop hovering over me, I know you're evil evil evil, belated thanks for the coffee.

[voice post]

Hey, wait. Wait, where did Rose’s house go? The fluffy bed, and the bathtub, and—Al? Alphonse, you better have an explanation for this, or else I’ll--[sighs] That’s ridiculous, I know. I don’t think they could build a whole new city with alchemy…and this doesn’t look like Lior. [rubs her temples] If they’ve done anything stupid, I swear…

So! New city? How the hell did I get here? It doesn’t resemble any place from my world. And I’d remember if I got kidnapped, because I’d have tried to fight them off…

[pause] I better go look for Al. And Ed, if he’s here…

[ooc; I-if I suddenly drop from the face of the earth, RL has claimed me hostage. I shall try to evade it asap. If it's sleep it demands, though, I might have to give it to the bitch.]