Who: Ed Elric, Chuck Charles What: Ed needs help putting his automail limbs back on When: October 13 Where: Asylum Status: In progress Warnings: Probably none
He was keeping his disappointed tamped down. He had known after all, that the effects of whatever had happened were temporary. In a way, he was grateful that he hadn't been part of the first group to be changed. He didn't know what he would have done if it had gained his arm and leg back only to lose it unexpectedly again. So this way, he knew that it was just temporary. He knew it was possible for them to come back. And it was strange, after years after automail, to be completely himself again. To have his arm pressed flush against the scar tissue of where it had disappeared and to feel pain in those limbs again.
But when he had woken up again, they were gone, the automail sockets there again, but his automail limbs were still on the floor where he had left them the day before. That had been a bit unexpected, because he had never put his limbs back in on his own before. In fact, Pinako and Winry were the only two people who had ever synced up his nerves with his limbs, and he sorely wished that his mechanic was here. (It was difficult to think about Winry. He didn't know what was happening at home. The Promised Day had long since come and gone. And he was terrified that it had gone according to plan. The only hope he could cling to was that if he wasn't there, if they were short a sacrifice, everything would fall apart.)
In any case, his first priority was getting his arm and leg back on. He was used to having to deal with the limitations of this body, but it was a little more vulnerable to have to ask someone for help. He didn't know the girl who answered, but she seemed as genuine as anyone else who was likely to reply, so he told her where she was and then remained seated on the bed, waiting.