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Edward Elric ([personal profile] fullmetal_alchemy) wrote in [community profile] all_inclusive2014-03-08 11:52 am

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Ed took a step back, nearly stumbling as he stared at the lobby of the hotel he suddenly found himself in. He'd been hurrying full-tilt into the lab -- and well, this certainly wasn't the lab he'd been in before. There was no familiar pattern of alchemy on the walls either. Which meant this wasn't the lab.

It was only belatedly that he realized he was also by himself. Everyone he had been traveling with was gone. He spun around quickly, braid twisting momentarily into the air. Nope, he was by himself. He grabbed the door he had just run through, twisting it back open, but the familiar streets of Central didn't wait outside of it. The realization of what had happened sat coldly in his gut. But, it should have been impossible.

Hastily, he pressed both his gloved hands against up the wall next to the door. His alchemy crackled along the wall before a new door was called into being. Even as the energy poured through both his real and automail arm, he could feel that there was something off about it, as if his connection had been altered in some way. He hastily grabbed the knob of the new door, pulling that open as well. What was behind wasn't the same as the first door he had opened -- but still wasn't Central. He slammed it shut, moving automatically to create a second door, and then a third. Each one opened up to a new place, but none of them were the world Ed had just left behind.

"What the hell," he growled under his breath, unable to hide his rank irritation. He spun back around from the wall, facing the expanse of the hotel in front of him again. There was only one weapon he had left to him now.

"Alphonse!" he bellowed. And then, even though he didn't want to: "Hohenheim!"
morethanhuman: there's no point trying to change it (when your mind's made up)

[personal profile] morethanhuman 2014-04-13 02:15 am (UTC)(link)
"Automail?" Erik repeated. "Never heard of it." But if the kid didn't realize he wasn't in his world anymore, that would explain the skepticism. It was hard to derail himself from quizzing the newcomer more about a world where working metal prosthetics were (apparently) commonplace, but somehow he managed.

"We're in a hotel called the Nexus." He'd given this speech so many times by now, he could recite it practically without thinking. It was enough to make him wish he'd printed out Welcome to the Nexus pamphlets. "Whatever world you were in before, you're not there anymore. You might be able to get back, but trying can have mixed results. The doors here don't always go where you expect them to."
Edited 2014-04-13 02:15 (UTC)
morethanhuman: i will hold out hope (i have other things to fill my time)

[personal profile] morethanhuman 2014-04-18 06:11 pm (UTC)(link)
Erik recognized the sullen resentment— quickly, and uncomfortably, as it was quite similar to the emotions his arrival to the Proserpina had once upon a time provoked in him. He, too, had treated every new acquaintance as a dubious source of information to be mined, and been convinced that what everyone told him had happened to him, couldn't really be true.

How quickly he'd been disillusioned. He wasn't sure whether to hope it happened to this boy faster, or slower. It wouldn't be enjoyable either way.

"My name is Erik Lehnsherr," he said, patient as he could be in the face of a hostile teenager. "I'm from Earth, the year 1962. I'm a mutant with control over metal and magnetic fields." His head canted slightly to one side as he added coolly, "I could give you my whole history, but that might take some time."