Edward Elric is determined to keep moving forward (icarus_rising) wrote in wariscoming, @ 2012-07-19 20:21:00 |
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Entry tags: | edward elric |
Who: Edward Elric
What: Arriving in Lawrence
When: Thursday evening, around 8 PM
Where: A bus, near the infamous internet cafe
Warnings: Edo's foul mouth,
Ed was running as fast as he could, the reassuring clanking of Alphonse’s armor close behind him. He could still hear Gluttony’s furious cries as the monster chased after the Colonel. He hoped Mustang was able to keep up the running; it really hadn’t been so long since the idiot had been in the hospital. Clearly the same thing was on Al‘s mind as well. “Big brother, we should go back. The Colonel won’t be able to keep going for long, and that thing just swallowed his flames whole!” Having no body to get tired, Alphonse didn’t even sound out of breath, but the tinny echoing inside his armor just made his anxiety more palpable.
Edward started to reply, but just then his automail foot caught on a tree root and he went sprawling forward, flinching as he went down.
He should have felt soft undergrowth and dead leaves softening the fall, but when he hit the ground, it was hard, the shock of impact hitting his metal knee just right, jarring up through the port and making him fall completely. “Owww, SHIT!” he hissed. He couldn’t stop, he had to keep going. Mustang and Hawkeye and Ling were still fighting, and Al was…
Why couldn’t he hear Alphonse?
“HEY, KID!” Ed’s eyes snapped open - that angry voice was most certainly NOT his little brother’s. There was an elderly man in a uniform standing over him, scowling down at him. “Where the hell did you come from? I’d have remembered if you got on!”
Ed scrambled to his feet, instinctively going into his fighting stance, his eyes darting around. This was not the forest. It looked like the inside of a train car, sort of, but not like any train he’d been on. Aside from him and the old geezer, it was empty. “The hell? Where am I?” he turned to look at the man. “This some kind of a joke?” he growled.
The man seemed rather unnerved by the look on his face, and took a step back. “Hey, kid, you tell me! When the hell did you get on my bus? You didn‘t pay!”
Edward scowled. He’d never even been on a bus. He knew they had buses in Central, but they were unwieldy and expensive and hadn’t quite caught on anywhere else. He leaned over the seats to look outside the window. Wherever he was, it definitely wasn’t Central City. And now Al was nowhere to be seen, and Ed was starting to lose his temper. “Where the hell am I? I was in the woods outside Central not even a minute ago. Better start talking, old man.” Ed snapped.
Oddly, the man seemed to relax a bit at his words. “Oh. You’re one of them.”
“What the hell does that mean?!” He really wanted to punch something, but the old guy looked like he might fall apart if Ed poked him too hard, so he settled for asking more terse questions. “Where’s Al? My brother, big guy in a full suit of armor? He’s not easy to miss.”
The old man shook his head, taking out a notepad and scribbling something out. “Sorry, kid, haven’t seen your brother. Here,” he pulled out the page and handed it to Ed. “Go to this address, ask to use the internet, and go to that website. They’ll explain everything there.”
“Internet…?” Ed blinked in confusion, watching the old man shuffle away from him down the aisle. “What the hell are you going on about?” Edward demanded, stomping after the old guy.
The man slid into the seat behind the wheel and reached over to press a button. The doors off to the right folded open, making Ed jump slightly. “Go on. Café’s just down the street. Come on kid, I got a schedule to stick to.”
“Wha- No! I want some answers you old geezer!” Ed snarled.
The man whacked him up the backside of the head and Ed squawked. “Mind your manners, kiddo. I told you how to get your answers, now get the hell off my bus.” and with that, he gave Ed a push out the door.
“Hey! What the hell, man! You could have just answered my question, dammit!” Ed shouted after the bus as it pulled away from the walk. For a minute he just stood there, seething and glaring down the street after the vehicle. That old fart had some nerve! Sighing and straightening his jacket, Edward looked around at the strange street. The place was unlike any city he’d seen before, and he had no idea how he’d gotten there.
He glanced down at the scrap of paper the old guy had shoved at him. There were some scrawled directions and the name of some café. Ed growled and crumpled it into his fist. “You’d better not be lying to me, old man, or I will find you,” he muttered, and started down the street.