Edward Elric (equally_traded) wrote in clockwork_rp, @ 2008-10-18 00:39:00 |
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Entry tags: | agito/akito::sky_shark, ed::equally_traded, ikki::birdsforbrains |
Open Log
Who: Ed and anyone who feels like showing up
What: Ed is frustrated and using his wall riding training to work it out.
Where: The center back of the building where the common rooms would be.
When: Middle of the night-ish
Why: 'Cause beans.
Warnings: Frustrated Ed is frustrated. Don't be surprised if he gets snappy, even if he likes you.
One . . . Two . . . Come on, come on!
No good, Ed felt his momentum drop and his feet start lifting away from the wall. He kicked one back against it, pushing himself off and into a backflip, blue light arcing out behind his ATs as he activated one of the arrays on his wheels that adjusted the density of the air below him and slowed his descent back to the ground. He landed on one knee, the automail clunking quietly through his leather pants against the concrete he'd transmuted in the area when he'd first started training on his own. While he took a moment to catch his breath, Ed looked up at the wall he'd been trying to ride up and frowned at the marks he'd left behind. They stopped just shy of the third window. And that was half the height he'd been able to reach before the damn war had started and his training had had to be put on hold.
"Damn . . . "
That race with Ikki had reminded Ed of why he'd decided to take up ATs in the first place after that first run with Kazu and Sano; even though he'd felt a bit guilty for it afterwards, it had been the first time in a very long time that Ed could remember being able to put aside everything that had hung over his head and just have fun. He'd felt like everything could be alright, like he could do almost anything. But ever since then he'd done nothing but fuck up. He'd fucked up protecting Al, he'd fucked up everything with Mello, he'd fucked up his own damn sanity with the research he'd been doing to restore Sora's legs, he'd fucked up hiding his notes from that; he'd fucked up shielding his brother from the most dangerous side of alchemy, and now he'd let his riding get so poor that he probably wouldn't even have been able to beat the rider he'd been just a month ago in plain race.
One more time, though. Just one more time, and he'd get it. Ed would reach that fourth window. He had to. Because if he could reach that fourth window, if he could just get back to the strength he'd been at before, then that meant he might still be able to fix everything else.
He got back to his feet, positioned himself, and started his approach. The perfect speed, the perfect angle. Ed passed the first window easily; sped past the second; the third was so close, he could just reach ut and touch it, but he was already falling again. Damn!