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oneisallallisone · 2 years

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All I Know, All I Know Greedling x Reader fic Chapter 5

In a land ruled by alchemy, there are some who would call you a sorcerer. You intend to understand what this means. Along your journey you end up getting mixed up with two strange brothers, a military conspiracy, a potentially world-ending event, and the avarice of something more than human.

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All I Know, All I Know

Chapter 5: Each of Us is Hiding Something

A light. A bright light, a violet light. It was the only thing you could see, save for the expanse of stars all around you…

Your waking was not sudden. It never was when you dreamt like this. The shining rays of purple and the sea of stars were ones that you dreamt of often, and ones that always allowed you time to come back from. No, your waking was not sudden. It was gentle as a whisper— go now, you can come back later.

As you blinked your eyes open, you saw the tilted image of a hospital room. The walls were starkly bare and pale beige in color, and the sheets pulled up to your chin were pristine white. There was another cot in the room with you. A familiar shade of blonde hair spilled over its pillow.

“Ed,” you croaked. Your throat was dry. Luckily there was a cup of water on the bed-side table.

The alchemist rolled over, and his eyes widened when he met your gaze. “(y/n)! You’re awake!”

“Are you…alright?” You could see that there was a bandage around his head and another one wrapped around his left forearm. But there was color in his cheeks again. You took this as a good sign.

“Better off than you, by the looks of it,” Ed replied. “Although I am a little jealous that you were able to get out of the building before it collapsed entirely.”

Heat flooded your face and you cast your gaze to the floor. “Yeah. Sorry about that.”

“Eh, it’s no big deal. You’re alive because you left when you did. I’m glad about that.”

“I could have killed you, though.”

“What?”

Ed’s question hung in the air for a few seconds. The shame had still not left your cheeks when you dared to look up at him again.

“The building collapsed. It could have killed you, it was my fault. I was trying to protect you, I swear, by taking out a piece of the ceiling I thought I could make a barrier between you and those—”

“(y/n), slow down,” Ed said calmly. “You didn’t cause the entire building to collapse. Those guys with the ouroboros tattoos—Envy and Lust—they were the ones who did that. I heard Lust instruct Envy to blow it up before I blacked out.”

You were silent for a few moments. In one heartbeat you felt relieved, but it was only replaced by more unease in the next. “And then Envy carried you out.”

“And then Envy carried me out.”

“I wonder why they did that.”

“Beats me,” Ed said. “The woman, Lust, she told me to remember that they allowed me to live. That I was one of their ‘sacrifices,’ whatever that means.”

You remembered Envy’s rage at Number 48’s brother. How Lust had stopped Number 48 from talking, and then how Envy picked up the guard’s sword and stabbed his brother over and over again. What was it Envy had said?

You were trying to kill one of our most important sacrifices! You could have messed up the entire plan!

It was all too much to think about. You closed your eyes, feeling a headache beginning to blossom.

But the silence didn’t last forever. The door flung open, and four people rushed in. Two of them were officers you recognized from the Fifth Laboratory, Lieutenant Ross and Sergeant Brosh. One of them was Major Alex Louis Armstrong, a towering man who you had often seen hovering around the Elric brothers. The fourth person was someone you didn’t know. This girl, with long blonde hair and shining blue eyes, was carrying a toolbox. She dropped it to the ground the moment she laid her eyes on Ed.

“What happened?” She said it somewhere between a cry and a demand.

“Well that didn’t take long,” Ed mumbled. It was the first time you had heard something similar to meekness in his voice. “You’re gonna charge me an express service fee now huh?”

The blonde girl lowered her eyes. “No. No, I didn’t do a good enough job repairing your automail last time. And now you’re badly injured. I won’t charge you for this.”

“Wait!” Ed sat up in a hurry. “It’s not your fault! You can’t blame yourself for this! I was being reckless, your repairs were as flawless as ever, Winry. Besides, if my arm didn’t break when it did, I would have kept fighting and gotten even more hurt…”

He was rambling. The fullmetal alchemist, state-certified human weapon and snarky little asshole, was rambling. You couldn’t help the small smile that quirked on the corner of your lips. Ed and this girl—his apparent mechanic—were kind of adorable.

“It seems that your injuries are also quite extensive, young sorcerer,” Major Alex Louis Armstrong rumbled as he approached your bedside.

It felt like a shockwave, hearing him say it so matter-of-factly like that. Young sorcerer. You turned your gaze to Ed so sharply that he didn’t even need to look away from the mechanic to know you were staring daggers.

“Ed,” you snapped. Never before had a single syllable from your lips also been such an accusation.

Ed turned towards you, shaking his head.“Wait, (y/n), it’s okay. You can relax, he’s—”

“Relax?” You felt your face heating up. “You tell someone, a government officer mind you, my biggest secret and you want me to relax?”

“Wait, a sorcerer?!” Sergeant Brosh gasped. He and Lieutenant Ross shared a wide-eyed stare.

The mechanic squealed and practically jumped up and down, turning her full attention to you. “So you can do magic? Like, real, actual magic? Tell me everything! What does it look like? What does it feel like? How do you—”

“Oh, great! And now everyone knows!” Your voice was reaching near yelling levels now. “Ed, once I get my strength back you’re gonna wish those ouroboros guys had killed you—”

“(y/n) will you shut up for two seconds and listen to me!” Ed shouted. “These people are okay! You can trust them!”

Major Armstrong folded his hands. “I meant no offense, young one. I was merely intending to check on how you were doing.”

“(y/n),” Ed said, commanding your attention, but also speaking much calmer than he had been before. “You can trust everyone in this room. I promise you. Armstrong, Ross, Brosh, and Winry are a few of the people I trust most in Amestris. In the whole world, even. They have my back, and because of that, they’ll have yours.”

“Aren’t sorcerers not supposed to exist, though?” Ross spoke up.

You hugged your knees to your chest. The throbbing in your head combined with the dull ache in your side from your wound were becoming almost too much to bear while conscious. “Please just…don’t tell anyone else.” You hated how small your voice sounded when you said it. But you didn’t know what Amestris would do to you if what walked among them became widespread knowledge. You didn’t know what anywhere would do to you.

It had been a massive risk just telling the Elric brothers. And the last thing you needed was the wrong person in the chain of command to know your power.

“My existence spits in the face of your beloved alchemy,” you continued, “And there is much about it that I don’t understand. So please, the less people know of me, the better.”

“Edward told us your story while you had yet to wake,” Armstrong said in a voice much softer than you thought a man of his stature would be capable of. “We had no idea when you would open your eyes again, and we needed to know what happened in the Fifth Laboratory. But I can personally assure you, young one, that word of your abilities will not leave our lips.” Armstrong's gaze snapped to the younger officers, and when he spoke again his voice boomed. “Isn’t that right, Lieutenant Ross and Sergeant Brosh?”

The two officers frantically saluted and responded in unison. “Yes sir!”

The Major turned back to you. “Thank you for defending Edward, (y/n).”

You managed a weak smile. “It was nothing.”

“Oh, please,” Ed deadpanned. “I probably would have been a lot worse off if I didn’t have you with me. And once we figure out how to keep your power from getting drained so quickly, you’re going to be a serious force to be reckoned with. I’m sure of it!”

“Thanks?”

Winry sighed. “Well I’m just glad somebody had your back, Ed. You seriously need to stop being so reckless all the time. (y/n), you have my thanks too. Now let’s start on those repairs, Ed!”

“Hey, wait. Where’s Al?” you asked. “He practically pulled me from the Laboratory when I couldn’t stand anymore. I want to thank him.”

Ed frowned. “I’m…not sure where he is. I haven’t seen him yet.”

This struck you as odd, considering how inseparable the brothers seemed to be. “Oh. Well…I’m sure he’ll be around soon.”

“Yeah,” Ed said flatly. “I hope you’re right.”

Al did show up, eventually. But the reunion of the brothers didn’t go as you had expected it to.

It was obvious that something had been bothering Al for the past couple hours. And after Al insinuated that his existence could be entirely artificial, that maybe Ed had fabricated the memories of his old life, the fullmetal alchemist got up from his cot and walked out of the room.

“You moron!” Winry’s cry shook the entire room. She threw a wrench and it hit Al square in the head. “Why would you say that? You idiot, do you even know what—”

All you could do was sit there in shock while Winry’s sharp words tore into Al. How much of a dumbass he was to accuse Ed of such a thing, how this entire time Ed had been so fearful that Al secretly blamed him for the way his body is now. It didn’t answer all your questions about the brothers, but it did give a little more insight into the alchemical accident that shattered their bodies. You were beginning to think that maybe it wasn’t entirely an accident, that there had been some intention behind the brothers’ actions…

“Now,” Winry said at the end of her enraged speech, “Go get your brother. Start running!”

“Right!” Al leapt to his feet and hurried out of the room.

Winry let out a long exhale and slumped against the wall.

“Well that was…intense,” you managed, awkwardly.

“Yeah, well. Somebody needs to keep those boys in line,” Winry huffed.

“Does it have to be you?”

The mechanic turned her gaze on you sharply. “What?”

You felt your face heat up as it often did when you realized you made a mistake. “Wait, I don’t mean any offense, I promise. I guess I’m just…curious about why you seem to be the one who cleans up their messes? Not to make such a huge judgement about you right away, I know I pretty much just met you.” At that point you were beginning to ramble and figured it was best to just cut yourself off.

Winry’s pointed gaze softened for just a moment. “How much do you know about the boys?”

“Not much,” you admitted. “I know they’re looking for a way to return to their original bodies, but whenever I ask them about more details they avoid the question.”

“That sounds like them,” Winry said, “Never wanting to accept help from anybody unless as a last possible resort. I grew up with them. We’ve known each other since we were…gosh, I think I’ve known them my whole life.”

You nodded. Not really sure how to respond, but wanting to let Winry know she could keep talking.

“I guess they just don’t have anybody else, now,” Winry explained. “That’s why I feel so responsible for them.”

“That sounds like a large burden to put on yourself,” you stated. “Why is it they don’t have anybody else?”

“I don’t really think it’s my place to tell.”

It wasn’t Ed’s place to tell everyone about me being a sorcerer, yet it seems like he didn’t hesitate.

“Well, I’m not sure if they deserve you Winry,” you said. “But I know they must be incredibly grateful to have you. Anyone worthwhile would be.”

Winry allowed herself a small smile.

#oop it's been a while since I've updated #ohhhh well!#greedling x reader #fmab #fullmetal alchemist #greed x reader #fma #fullmetal alchemist brotherhood #fma brotherhood #edward elric #alphonse elric #ling yao #fmab x reader #fmab fanfic

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aquietwritingcorner · 3 years

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Sicktember Day 11: Bed Rest Word Count: 2536 Author: aquietwritingcorner/realitybreakgirl Rating: K/G Characters: Denny Brosh, Denny’s siblings, Maria Ross Warning: Summary: Denny was injured in an incident at work, and is put on bedrest for a bit. His siblings have to pick up the slack. But Barb, the next oldest, feels the burden most keenly. How does her brother do this? Notes: Some headcanons for this: Denny’s mother died when he was seven. His father remarried when he was nine to a very lovely woman who loved Denny. When he was ten, his oldest sister was born. Other siblings followed. Approximately a year after the youngest brother was born, both his dad and his stepmom were killed in an accident. Denny was about 24 when this happened, already graduated from the academy. He assumed responsibility for his siblings and is working hard to support them. His siblings are as follows: Barbara (Barb) 15; Caitlyn, 12; The twins, Ainsley and Benjamin (Benji), 6; Fredrick (Freddy), 2 AO3 || ff.net

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Bed Rest

“Family of Denny Brosh.”

Barb Brosh shot up out of her seat, handing off Freddy to Caitlyn. She had been holding on to him, trying not to show how anxious she was to her younger brothers and sisters. She knew that Denny’s job had risks, and logically she knew that him getting seriously injured or even killed was a possibility, but she had still never expected something like this.

“Keep an eye on the kids,” she said to Caitlyn. She looked at Ainsley and Benji, the twins unusually serious. “Behave.”

They nodded, Barb looked up at Lieutenant Ross, who gave her an encouraging smile, and the two of them headed towards the doctor that had called for them.

“I-I’m Barbara Brosh, Barb, I’m his sister,” she said.

The doctor looked at Lieutenant Ross for confirmation, and then offered his hand to Barb. “I’m Dr. Lee. Why don’t you come with me, and we’ll discuss your brother’s condition and treatment?” He gestured for them to follow him.

Barb nodded, and she and the Lieutenant followed Dr. Lee. He took them to a small room, an office, and closed the door behind them. He gestured to the chairs and, nervously, Barb sat down. Lieutenant Ross sat in the one next to her, Dr. Lee coming around to sit behind the desk.

“First off, let me assure you that your brother is alive, and that, with the proper care, he should make a full recovery.”

Barb gave him a relieved smile but tucked away that “should” for later.

“Sergeant Brosh suffered an injury to his neck and spinal cord when he was thrown back by the explosion he experienced. It caused some swelling, and there are a few small fractures that aren’t of much concern. We’re going to keep him here for a week for observation and re-evaluate the plan after that. The current plan is to send him home on bedrest with regular appointments to see how he is healing.”

“But he’s okay? He’ll be able to walk and move and talk normally, eventually?” Barb asked. She had her hands tightly laced together, trying to keep from wringing them in worry.

The doctor smiled at her. “Yes, he should be able to. We’ll go over his care plan in more detail right before he goes home, to make sure you understand what’s needed.”

“Yes, yes of course,” Barb said.

Lieutenant Ross smiled at her. “Don’t worry. I’ll come around to help. You won’t be alone in this.”

Barb nodded at her, too worried to return the smile. “Can we see him now?” she asked the doctor. “We—that is, our other brothers and sisters and I—we’re all worried about Denny.”

The doctor nodded. “Yes. I’ll get a nurse to take you and go over the rules with you.”

Barb and Lieutenant Ross walked back to the waiting room where the other kids were waiting, a nurse walking with them, explaining things as they walked. When they arrived, Barb reached out and took Freddy from Caitlyn and explained very seriously to all of them that they were going to get to see Denny, but that he was still hurt and the doctors said that he had to hold very still, so that mean that he might not be able to look down to see them.

None of the others objected.

They all trooped together to Denny’s room, a solemn troop, Lieutenant Ross with them. Denny was laying in a bed, and he looked awful. Barb felt her heart pounding. Still, she remained as calm as she could. He was scraped and banged up, with stitches and cuts and burns, and pale. Still, when he saw them, he mustered up a smile for them, trying his best to be as reassuring as possible even when the doctors weren’t allowing him to move. He reassured the little one, and acted as much like himself as he could. They weren’t allowed to stay long, and before Barb was ready, they were being escorted from the room. Barb glanced back, and saw Denny sag more into the bed, as if their visit had taken a lot out of him. She bit her lip, but continued on. Lieutenant Ross went with them, even giving them a drive home and asking if they would be alright. Barb reassured her that they would, bid the Lieutenant a good night, and then sat about getting the kids ready for bed.

But in her head, the whole way from the hospital until she went to bed that night, the words “I’m responsible. I’m responsible. I’m responsible,” echoed in her mind as she felt the weight of the responsibility of their siblings fall unexpectedly onto her shoulders.

A week later, Barb had her younger siblings sitting down in front of her. Denny was being brought home by Lieutenant Ross and Major Armstrong today, and they had all worked hard to clean up the house. Barb had Denny’s care plan pinned to the fridge with magnets. But she still needed to make sure that they understood what was about to happen.

“Okay. I need you to listen. Today Denny is coming home. But he’s not well yet. He’s still going to need a lot of rest. The doctor said that his back and neck are healing just fine, but that he still wants Denny on bed rest. That means that we have to be careful with him. So—no jumping on Big Bro. No jumping on his bed or demanding his help with anything. Don’t bother him and let him rest. Don’t ask him to sit up and do things. If he needs help, then we’re going to have to help him. We’re going to have to take care of everything around here until he’s better. Do you understand?”

“Yes, Big Sis,” they echoed, and she sure hoped that they did.

It wasn’t much later that Benji came racing down the hall. “They’re here, they’re here!” he said, and raced towards the front door. The others came rushing in as well.

“Watch out, Benji!” Barb snapped out. “Remember we need to be careful with Big Brother.”

Benji slowed down and nodded, but he still headed towards the door. Barb followed closely behind him, and the others appeared as well, all of them anxious for Denny to arrive back home. When they were close, Barb opened the door, a smile on her face to greet her big brother.

Denny was being escorted up to the door, Lieutenant Ross supporting him as he walked. He looked up at the door, and smiled at all of them, although Barb could tell that he was still tired and in pain. He still had fading bruises and healing cuts, and he wasn’t walking quite right, but he still put on a big smile for all of them.

“Hey, guys!” he said, as cheerfully as he could manage.

“Welcome home, Big Brother!” Caitlyn said as she balanced Freddy on her hip.

“It’s good to be home,” he said, giving them a more gentle smile.

“Come on, let’s get you to your bed,” Lieutenant Ross said.

“We got things as cleaned up as we could,” Barb said. “And we moved a bed downstairs for you.”

“Yeah?” he said. “You all worked so hard. Thank you.”

“It’s, um, it’s this way!” Caitlyn said, stepping back to show them the small area they had put a bed in. It was little more than a closet, but they had managed to put some of his clothes in there and it was closer to the bathroom and the kitchen.

“Where shall I put these?”

Barb looked up and saw a humongous man, one she had met once before at the hospital, Major Armstrong. She ignored the open-mouthed look of surprise that Benji had for their brother’s commanding officer.

“This way,” she said, gesturing. “Most of his stuff is still in his room. This set up is just temporary.”

“Of course,” Major Armstrong said.

“Ainsley,” Barb said. “Will you show Major Armstrong where Denny’s room is, so he can put the suitcase in there?”

Ainsley had come to stand beside Benji, but she nodded, and took Benji’s hand in hers. “Uh-huh,” she said and tugged Benji along. Major Armstrong followed them, and Barb went back to where Denny was getting settled into the bed.

“Remember what the doctor said,” Lieutenant Ross was saying.

“I know,” he replied. “Only get up when necessary, and even then, limit movements.”

“Right.” Barb could see Lieutenant Ross smile at him. “I want my partner back at work soon.”

“As soon as I’m able, Lieutenant,” Denny promised.

It wasn’t long afterwards that Major Armstrong and Lieutenant Ross left, after unloading more things like groceries and home goods for them. Barb breathed a sigh of relief. Hopefully now that Denny was home, the worst was behind them, and Denny could heal up and things could go back to normal.

However, she quickly discovered that, that was not the case.

They were, unfortunately, all too used to relying on Denny. And Denny was far too used to doing things. Over the next week she had to fuss at her brothers and sisters for asking Denny to do too much, for forgetting to help Denny, or for being too rough with Denny. She also had to remind Denny that he didn’t have to get up to do things, that fixing a sippy cup was not a “necessary reason” to be up, and that getting the laundry on the way back from the bathroom did not count as rest. Barb took on all of the responsibilities of keeping the house and taking care of the others. She wanted to stay home during the day, but Denny insisted that she go to school.

“You’re so smart, Barbie,” he said to her from the bed. “You don’t need to waste your time babysitting me. You need to be in school.”

She had acquiesced, at least until she had come back one day and found him in the kitchen floor in pain, although he tried to downplay it. She had panicked, called Lieutenant Ross, who had come over. They had gotten him looked at, and the doctors determined that he was not healing as quickly as they had hoped. When he confessed to not resting as much as he needed to (and Barb told on him) Lieutenant Ross fussed at him.

From then on, Barb worked twice as hard. She took time off from school, although she requested the work so she could keep up with her studies. She forced Denny to stay in bed, watched him like a hawk when he had to be up, got onto the kids for bothering him. Lieutenant Ross dropped by a lot, lending her a hand, and Major Armstrong often sent food to them.

For the next two weeks, Denny was kept on bedrest, and Barb attended to him. The others adjusted well, Ainsley and Benji often coming to sit with Denny—gently—in the evenings, telling him stories about school. Freddy would often nap with Denny, and Caitlyn would talk to him nonstop while she was helping to cook or clean.

Barb found herself growing closer to Denny as well. She hadn’t realized how much of a burden he had carried when their parents had died. Taking care of all of them, trying to provide for them, it was tough. She felt like she was always going and never had time to rest. It made her grouchy and exhausted, and the last thing she wanted to do was smile. She wanted to sit down and cry more often than not.

Of course, this didn’t go unnoticed by Denny.

“You need to rest as well,” Denny said to her one night when she was sweeping the floor.

“There’s still so much to do,” she said, pausing to lean on the broom and look around the house. “Dishes to be washed and laundry to be done. The house is a mess and I don’t have a clue if the kids have been keeping up with their homework. Freddy will probably wake up soon and want someone to come to him. And I think Lieutenant Ross is coming by tomorrow.

Denny just shook his head and held his arm out to her. “Come here.” He said, smiling at her.

Barb wavered for a moment, and then made her way over, sitting down on the edge of his bed.

“It’s okay to rest,” he said sincerely. “ You can’t do everything. You’re working so hard and I’m so proud of you, but it’s okay to rest.”

Barb wavered. “How do you do it?” she asked him, letting the tiredness creep into her voice. “How do you do it all, Denny? You take care of us, you go to work—but you’re always smiling, always happy, always ready to spend time with us. How do you do it all Denny?”

He curled his arm around her, pulling her closer. Barb gave in and did as she had when she was little and she had thought that the monsters under bed were after her—she curled up next to him, being careful not to jostle him. His arm tightened around her.

“…I just did what I had to,” he said. “What I have to. Sometimes life’s just like that, and you learn to prioritize what’s important. Taking care of all of you, providing for all of you, spending time with all of you, that was more important to me than trying to go to the next rank or get further schooling, or worrying that the house is always picked up.”

“…I was so scared,” Barb said. “I was so scared then, but you kept us all together. But when you got hurt, I…I…” she felt herself tearing up, and she buried her face in his shoulder. “Please, Denny, be careful! Please take care of yourself! I don’t know what we’d do without you!”

“Hey, hey, Barbie, it’s okay. I’m still here. And believe me, that was way more than I’m usually involved in. And I promise—I’ll do my best to heal up well. I’m not going to just leave you behind, alright? None of you.”

Barb nodded, taking comfort in her brother’s words. She knew that he couldn’t promise to not to die or to stay out of danger, but he could promise to do the best that he could.

“Rest, Barb,” Denny said. “You need it. Tomorrow’s a new day, and it’ll come whether the house is clean or messy or if Benji hid his homework or not. Right now you just need to rest.”

She was exhausted, and she felt safe in her big brother’s arms. Almost without realizing it Barb fell asleep, her brother’s words bringing her comfort and hope.

Tomorrow was a new day. And Denny would be alright. Barb could make it through this. And once Denny was back on his feet and things were back to normal, Barb would definitely appreciate everything that Denny did for them more than she had before.

Maybe one day she could smile like him too—smile no matter what was happening. She’d like that. And he would too.

#sicktember2021 #Denny Brosh #Denny's Siblings #fma #Fullmetal Alchemist #fma fanfic #fullmetal alchemist fan fiction #Maria Ross

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envythepalmtree · 3 years

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ed!

a song that reminds me of them

not what you'd normally associate with Ed, but Something Wild by Lindsey Stirling and Andrew McMahon makes me think of Ed and Al coming home to Resembool

what they smell like

automail grease

an otp

Edwin

a notp

Other than the minor/adult ones? Ed/Lanfan would be a disaster. Ed/Mei would try to kill each other on a daily basis. Which would be funny, but not sustainable alksdjfhhljksd

favorite platonic/familial relationships

All his parents!! Trisha, Pinako, Izumi, the entirety of team Mustang, Maria Ross, Denny Brosh, Alex Armstrong, the chimeras, the list goes on. so. many. parents.

a headcanon that is popular in the fandom but that i disagree with

While I love the idea of Edward being all "I'm a househusband!!" the way Izumi was, I like to think he picks up more interests than just occasionally teaching people alchemy. Like, it must be devastating to lose his alchemy but that's not all there is to life!! Maybe he studies automail engineering too. Or maybe he steps back from STEM a little bit and gets into art. Why not, man? He's so young he doesn't need to do one thing for his whole life!

Now that he's out of the military maybe he starts working with political advocacy groups for disability rights and stuff. idk maybe I project onto everyone too much imagining them as activists because if I'm in this hellhole then so are they.

the position they sleep in

head bent in a way that causes neck pain

a crossover au i’d love to see them in

I would love to see him meet Hyakuya Yuichiro from Owari no Seraph. They're so similar: child soldier protagonists, bad attitude, have a parental commanding officer who's also kind of dumb, involved in some sort of human sacrifice, go against the military, etc

my favorite outfit they’ve ever worn

can't go wrong with a bloodred coat amirite

Send me a character and I'll tell you these things

#edward elric #fma headcanon #ask #anon #ask game #aure speaks

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flyinbanachab · 3 years

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Comfortember 28: Car Ride

Maria Ross slung her pack into the back of the 4x4 with a smile. She was just tagging along on this expedition--Lieutenant Fuery certainly didn’t need her help with whatever problem he's being called out to fix, but protocol said no one drives into the desert alone. It was almost as good as getting the day off.

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"Ok, who's driving?" She asked, obviously meaning ‘can I drive.’ Cruising around in a 4x4 is a lot of fun--a point on which they unfortunately agreed.

Fuery made a face. "Have a heart Ross, I'm the one actually working today."

"Roshambo for it?" Ross suggested.

"How about I drive there, you drive back?" he countered.

"Ok ok, deal." They clambered in, brushing sand off the seats, and Fuery kicked it into gear.

The pavement ended all too soon, and even the gravel quickly gave way to nothing more than signposts in the sand. Between the unrelenting sun, the gritty wind, and the roar of the engine, it was a strange thing to call "fun"; nevertheless, Ross found herself relaxed and smiling, hand dangling from the rollbar handle, as she watched the dunes roll by.

"So!" She had to shout to be heard. "Rhodes tripped over his feet again, huh?"

She could see Fuery's eyeroll even through his sunglasses. This was hardly the first time he'd been called out to fix this colonel's equipment. "I don't know how he does it! I couldn't break a relay this badly if I tried. You think he's trying to sabotage us?"

Ross laughed. "Imagine, Rhodes a spy! Sneaking around cutting wires in the dark. Nyeh heh heh, that'll foil those horrible Amestrians!" Fuery laughed in turn. She continued, "Maybe he's got a crush on you, and breaks stuff as an excuse to call you out!"

He looked at her over the top of his lenses. "Ugh. Not my type."

"Oh really? What IS your type?"

"Someone who knows the difference between a radio and a radish, for starters!"

Fuery suddenly slowed and jerked the wheel to avoid a pothole, mostly succeeding. Ross grunted at the impact. Someday there would be a highway here.

Once her teeth had reseated themselves, she asked, "So how's Connie?"

His face broke into an enormous grin. "Amazing. Perfect. Eating fewer of my socks every day."

"So training's going well?"

"Not really!" Still wearing that huge smile. "My fault for saying I wanted the smartest of the litter. She's too smart for her own good. Or my own good, anyway. "

At the next marker, Fuery turned and started following a ridgeline. Not too much farther now.

"How's Clyde?" He asked her, and it was her turn to grin. Clyde, her weekend project, was something that had once been a car. She'd never rebuilt an engine before, so it was... quite a learning experience.

"Great question," she laughed. "No, I think we're making real progress now." Fuery’s eyebrows shot up practically into his hat. "WE?”

Whoops.

He looked over at her with a smirk. “Why Captain Ross, who is servicing your engine?"

She slapped his arm. "Gross, knock it off! It's just Breda."

"Reaaaaaaally."

"No! It's not like that!" But they both knew the color in her cheeks wasn't just from the heat. She and Breda had been spending a lot of time together lately, and, sure, she wouldn't mind if it were more. But it's not like they were dating. Not... really...

"Wow, who's gonna break the news to Brosh?"

"Oh my GOD Kain!"

Not that the thought hadn't occurred to her. She and Denny still met for coffee whenever she happened through Central, and he always asked if she was seeing anyone.

Okay, time to derail this train, Fuery was having way too much fun at her expense. "What about you? Seeing anyone these days?"

He paused before responding, "Maybe."

Maria sat up straight at this reaction. Well now! "Maybe? MAYBE? Is it someone I know??"

He shook his head. "What? Sorry, I can't hear you, it's so loud..."

"Kain Fuery, don't you hold out on me! I want a name!"

"Oh hey, look at that, here we are!" Fuery slowed to approach the guard station and Ross scowled.

"Don't think I'm gonna forget about this," she said as the 4x4 rolled to a stop.

"Forget about what? Afternoon, corporal! Lieutenants Fuery and Ross, here to fix the relay."

#comfortember #comfortember 2020 #fma fanfiction #Kain Fuery #Maria Ross #concorde blue #fanfic #my writing #post promised day

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splendidshinobi · 3 years

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FULLMETAL ALCHEMIST 2003 LIVE REACT: EPISODES 21-25

almost halfway done lads how we feelin'

episode 21: the red glow

ah yes barry

"i'm alphonse elric!!!!!" yes u r baby!!!

who just popped over the wall

scar im assuming

"i kill therefore i am".....barry spouting descartes rn

it was scar haha

hi greed

thought i saw you earlier

WHY DID THEY DRAW HIS ARMS THAT LONG

ope he found the chimera crew...

jerry jewell's evil laugh gets me every time lmao he's so great

ed has deep philosophical talks bro

also ed is chaotic but his personal morals are unshakeable

who are these prison guards gonna release

oh hey kimblee

oh hey squad

ed take out ur pokeball

um wth is that

OH MY GOD TUCKER WHAT

I THOUGHT IT WAS A GIANT YODA OR A SWAMP MONSTER

he looks FUCKKEDDDD

bro of all the things i was not expecting him

oof ishval flashbacks

young scar why is your hair brown

why is it white now

WHY IS HE NAKED

whos her

lust 1.0 im assuming

ew omg tucker is literally so fuckin nasty lookin idk

idk why but he's worse than rod reiss titan for me

wait a damn minute

wait a damn fucking minute

goddamnit

what is GOIN ON

i need tucker to stop whispering he sounds like fucking voldemort on the back of quirrells head

jesus

episode 22: created human

hughes' pajamas look like armin's futon from aot junior high

the bad place???? was that greed's prison gluttony was lookin at?

im still shook af over tucker and tbh its been like 24 hours since i watched episode 21

STOP WHISPERING TUCKER

driving me up a wall

my poor son looks so tired :(

those moral principles at it again

bradley.......

ewww the way tucker walks STOP

hi envy!!!!!

so all of those prisoner guys gonna get flattened by some alchemy

hey kimblee!!!

so did greed escape with the homies???? cause i feel like he would have made his presence known already....

i feel like im missing a lot because im a ding dong

musty prison kimblee is kinda...hot....physically speaking..oops..personality wise obviously there's MUCH to work on

so envy knows hohenheim

ED BABY

he won't do it

oh no alphonse

oh god memory implants

al's identity crisis CONTINUES

they wanna become humans??? huh....doesnt really make sense for their characters...(maybe envy but more on that at 11)

is ed gonna kill these guys for al

some1!!!!!! hold!!!!! me!!!! im so stressed

is he pretending to do it and he's got another plan up his sleeve!!!!????

honestly he's so depressed i cant even tell

those unshakable moral principles at work again i see

the red water can turn ed into a god???? wtf ed doesnt want to be a god he wants to punch god

oh theres the greed squad! i found them!!! is kimblee joining up with them

maria girly!!!!!!!

THE HOMUNCULI IN THEIR STUPID UNIFORMS I--

who's the lady. i need 2 know.

episode 23: fullmetal heart

alphonse is destroyed again

poor kid

"edward sir" brosh pls!!!

oh excuse me--- ***Bloch

The Ross Slap™

winry <3

pinako takes no prisoners

ed didnt you JUST tell brosh and ross they might be right that you needed to trust adults with more shit and now youre blowing off hughes

ed's DRAWINGS im-

hi sig hi izumi!!!

al is so sad over there in that corner

poor baby son

sometimes i feel like hughes and mustang are ed and al's divorced dads

the little arakawa avatar cows in the back im CRYING!!!!!!!

“bean”

snappy al

ooffffffff

omg hughes plz

elicia is precious though we love her

"dad's friend the bookworm" omg sheska

awwww gracia made edward a cake!!!!!!!

god catch me cryin in the club

CONGRATULATIONS

"whatever" al im crying he's so sad

AL MADE BROSH OR WHOEVER CARRY HIS DESTROYED ARMOR TO THE ROOF IM ACTUALLY YELLING

"you goof"

yes winry you are correct boy is a goof

sir you are being so dramatic

give that baby a hug

"so called brother"

so we all know that was a knife through the heart for ed

al just jumped off a FUCKING ROOF and ED TRIED TO FOLLOW

so im crying

i liked this better when they HAD A CONVERSATION ABOUT AL'S FEARS AND MADE THE FUCK UP

episode 24: bonding memories

guess we're gonna play w my emotions again

sometimes like....one bit characters talk...like villager b ya know? and im like who are you i know that voice

so the nasty military has come to ruin some lives again

and barry for some reason

aww poor al

youre real you are!!!!!!

i just feel like people would know people that wear sunglasses in the rain would be ishvalan

but what do i know

obviously they dont have the white hair thing in this version

poor ed is so sad

these boys need a hug

let me just *pulls out adoption papers*

well if scar doesnt have queen mei to adopt in 03, he’s got this little toothless boy

dont lie al you do care

ew i dont like her

the drama of this boy

so the nasty military has come to ruin some lives again part 2

apparently they are *mercenaries??? excuse me

i have some questions regarding this kid’s mom

well you know i can see why this kid feels this way about his mom

it does look like she ran off...

al and scar dream team up

HEY ED!!! HEY WINRY!!!

bout time

yall gonna have this talk now????

barry STOPPPPPP

brotherhood barry is the true king there i said it

damn scar you baddie

barry like....you already knew him

anyway

WHAT THE HELL

NO RICKKK!!!!!!

someone save this boy!!!!

oh good his mom “saved” him

ah damn thats pretty tragic

she didnt know they were right in front of her

well my questions were answered

so she attacks with grape fanta. thats one way to do it

ed looks like such an angry gremlin right now this is a heartwarming moment sir please

why are ed and scar being so civil right now this is so weird

bye scar

we’ll see him again

see you later scar

episode 25: words of farewell

maes who let you buy that awful pink suit

gracia please it better not have been you

mustang ew please

dont open the door lookin like that

what the hell are you doing in here

so hughes WASNT in ishval here?

i think that takes a lot away from his character but anyway

bradley hangs around like a creep at every possible instant

why would bradley care about ishvalan refugees like hughes cmon

“unspeakable crimes” BRADLEY YOU LITERALLY CANNOT TALK

juliet douglas is this lady’s name

only took me 1000 episodes to figure that out

ED AND AL??? NOT DEALING WITH DANGEROUS THINGS??????? dont make me laugh assholes theyre lying thru their teeth

izumi time lets go

wow we’re still going to rush valley? wasnt really expecting that tbh

elicia i LOVE you!!!!!

ew kimblee “hi”

how did he lightning himself like that

if i were ishvalan i would not go to the south....yet ANOTHER war torn region of amestris but ok

okay

an amestrian desert biker gang rolled up to wreak havoc

HUGHES AHAHAHA

tbh i wouldnt want to tell roy anything either stupid bitch

anyway

um why do i feel like its hughes’ death episode

he would not be shown tucking elicia in to bed otherwise

please im not ready to be hurt again

oh no

yeah he just learned something about our girl juliet

ive been waiting for this information

he’s gonna die before we learn anything helpful

yupppppp

hey lust figured you’d show up sooner or later

i too wish i could look that sexy pulling a kunai out of my forehead

SLOTH????????

did girly just say SLOTH

i- nothing about her seems particularly slothy but ok

u know what!!!!!!!!!!!!

ENVY HEYYY

DUMBASS ROY JUST HAAAAAD TO LEAVE

haha famous last words

oof it hurts every time

not the FUNERAL scene no!

time for me to go

peace out homies im dead inside

yes my brigadier general

NOT THE RAIN

COME ONNNNNN

hughes is sneezing six feet under

was ed supposed to be looking at hughes’ ghost

um....right

#carol watches fma03 #carol's remaining brain cells #fullmetal alchemist #fma 03 #zoo wee freaking mama #thoughts i have THOUGHTS

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harcidian · 3 years

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Ho-ho-ho, it's your Secret Santa! I see that you're not a very demanding kid, and that leaves a lot of room for creative crafting. Great! However, I'll give you one last chance to throw in ideas that can leave your gift a little bit more... personal. Any other preferences or elements besides Royai? Merry Christmas!

ohoho hello it’s lovely to hear from you! OH YES i totally didn’t give away much to leave room for creativity (and I wasn’t sure what kind of gift I’ll be receiving so I didn’t know how I would ask HAHA and I might fill up the entire Google forms with my ideas so I’m very glad you reached out)

here are some prompts and stuff I like, you could choose from here! :> In no particular order!

• “Extended” Team Mustang family (extended, so it could include Rebecca, Armstrongs, Maria Ross, Denny Brosh and other military people! Particularly, I think I would like to see them hanging out on Rebecca/Havoc/Breda’s new bar. We saw their picture at the end credits so I assume Rebecca’s the new Madame Christmas. They could hang out there in celebration to Roy being Fuhrer 👀 if anti frat laws allow lol but we saw Hughes and Roy drink in the canon so I guess it is allowed?)

• Homunculi (Found Family 🥺 They did spend a long time together and they share one goal, we never get to see them ~bond~ on screen)

• Olivier!! Mira!! Armstrong!! (I’m curious about her upbringing and why she and Roy had some sort of rivalry 😆 Maybe something happened during the first East-North Exhibition or waaay before that)

• parental!royai (to edward/winry. this might be a common request but I realized I haven’t seen much fanart or fanfic about it, only meta analysis!)

• FMA x Game of Thrones (I’m not sure if you’re a GOT fan but this idea has been stirring in my mind the minute I first saw Olivier! This would work best as a fanart since it might take a long time planning for a timeline if it’s a fanfic. It could be drawn like a deck of cards where each fma character belongs to a particular house. And the Elric brothers could be Lannisters since “they always pay their debt.”)

• Roy’s upbringing (Do you find it weird how we never exactly know why he wants to be Fuhrer? I would like to know how you see it! We only see fanworks about him being at the Hawkeye Residence but we never knew what happened before that (or even after). Growing up in a brothel, Roy must have seen how terrible people treat the girls he lived with, how they see them like trash and all that. But the question still remains: why did he train at the Hawkeyes? Why did he go to the military academy afterwards?)

• Keeping up with the Bradleys (now this is another idea I’m laughing my ass out. I saw a post here on tumblr saying all the months Riza had with the Bradley’s could be like a sitcom 😆 and I think this would do best as a series of mini comics)

• grown-up Ed, Al, Winry, Mei Chang and Ed’s little kids! (I’d love to see how you envision post-fmab haha. Do the Edward children do alchemy too or does he forbid it? There aren’t much fanworks about Almei and they deserve much love 🥺 We never saw their romance blossom (i felt it was sudden— like boom Al just declared his interest for Mei Chang in the ending, and so I‘d love to see your take on what you think their “foundation” is)

royai-wise (you did say asides from royai so I assume it would be anything other than royai! but in case I misunderstood here are my royai-wise preferences)

• scar burning (hngh angst. The scar was too small to be made from afar so I assume Roy burnt it up close. I always imagined them hugging)

I might prefer the ones I wrote that aren’t royai-centered, for some reason I couldn’t squeeze more royai ideas from my head maybe my brain is too possessive and it couldn’t let go of royai 😆But it would be nice to add some royai elements in those prompts I wrote.

I think that’s it (I believe it’s plenty to choose from! :>) Are those prompts alright? Let me know if you wanted me to provide more prompts! My head is always brimming with ideas I’d love to come to life.

Merry Christmas to you!

#fma secret santa #hello omg i feel so shy why DID i not write these in the google forms LMAO IM SUCH A NOOB SOMETIMES

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professorpalmarosa · 4 years

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Dear Early-Release Readers...

Up to Chapter 7 of the current project is now available! This was the chapter I was most excited to get to, so I’m hoping those of you who have caught up with the first 6 are as excited for it as I am.

This will actually mark the end of “Part I” for Fullmetal Alchemist: Unholy Man of the North and Part II will begin with a rather intense introduction to St. Ivansburg: the capital city of Drachma.

For those who might be wondering what the heck I’m talking about; I’m working on a 2003-version Fullmetal Alchemist sequel that takes place one year after the series ends but before the Conqueror of Shambala movie.

FMA: Unholy Man of the North mostly focuses on Drachma (the country to the north of Amestris) and the plot is loosely inspired off the events leading up to the downfall of Imperial Russia/rise of the Bolsheviks. There’s several allusions to real historical figures, some interesting commentary on how religion works in this country, and a new alchemical variant (like Ishval’s Grand Arcanum and Xing’s alkahestry) called azothry which is heavily based off Slavic paganism.

But is it all original characters? No. The Drachmans are OCs, but they’re not the main characters. The main characters are a pair of minor canon characters that only appeared in the 2003 version of the series and one of the light novels--but some other familiar faces like Al, Major Armstrong, Lieutenant Ross, Sergeant Brosh, and even Rose show up in this too.

Don’t worry! I’m not going to pressure anyone into reading this thing unless they absolutely want to! But if you’re curious and want to read the early drafts before this thing is finished and starts being released publicly, let me know!

#AND IN OTHER NEWS I JUST GOT A $50 ORDER FOR STRAWBERRY LEMONADE BATH BOMBS!#I AM EXCITED TO MAKE THOSE!!

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wheremytwinwatches · 4 years

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[Where My Twin Watches]: Full Metal Alchemist Brotherhood Episode 21

Last time Papa Elric dropped by, Ed pulled an Igor, and the Elric Brothers set out to punch Truth in the face. Onwards!

At Central, Roy is not happy. Aw, come on dude. Riza thought you were dead, and it did kinda look like you were for a while. Don’t be so harsh on her. Havoc’s not letting Roy get away with that when he “abandoned his post”, Roy’s still in bad enough shape he can’t even yell at his subordinate properly. Riza just ignores Roy whining about wanting a private room with a hot nurse (stay strong, Riza) and argues that it’s easier to protect the wounded man-children in a single room. Which raises a good question: if they’re in such bad shape after Gluttony/Lust, why haven’t the Goths tried to finish the job? In the Underground Gear Room, Envy’s asking the same question to Bradley/Wrath, screaming about they should pay for killing Lust. Wrath just says that they can use Roy, but not if he’s dead. Right, he was a candidate… for “the portal” that Envy just mentioned? Hmmm. In any case, Wrath tells Envy to back off- [Wrath]: “Father wants me to handle him.” *camera pans over Papa Elric* Ok, is this the show “revealing” that Father and Papa Elric are the same person? I mean, beard! So, what’s the Blond Trio up to? [Al]: “What if my body’s started to rot?” Ah, back to the idea that Al’s body is in the Gate. That’s a good question - after all this time, is it being held in stasis or somehow protected from decay? Cue image-spot of Zombie Alphonse. Funny and disturbing. Ed’s back to hypothesising now, thinking that when they both worked on the Human Transmutation their spirits might have gotten “mixed up”. So… Ed’s been handling the biological components for Al’s body as well? Like Winry says, that’s a bit far fetched… but a comparative lack of nutrients would work as an explanation for why Ed’s vertically challenged. And Al does note that Ed sleeps a lot. Then again, he’s a teenage guy. In any case, that explanation will work for now, and give Ed an excuse in his never-ending argument with Winry against drinking milk. Pfft. Episode 21 - “Advance of the Fool” Back at the hospital, Fuery’s showing the Elric Brothers to Roy and Havoc’s room to pay their respects, and Fuery’s dropping off a present. Which turns out to be a map Riza uses to try and find that huge sigil they found in the white room. And whadya know, the Presidential Estate is in the radius! Now they’ve cottoned on to Bradley’s possible connection to the Goths (dudes, you have no idea), and can recognize how “odd” it is that Bradley killed Greed and his minions before they could be questioned. In any case, Command has definitely been infiltrated by the Goths at the very least, so they’ve gotta be careful. Roy… is pleased with this development. Here’s a guy who dreams of being the Fuhrer, and now he can achieve that goal and take down bad guys at the same time! I’m predicting that even if he gets that far, though, he’s gonna run screaming at the amount of paperwork. For now, it’s time for the Mustang Crew to work themselves ragged- [Havoc]: “Uhhhh, yeah, about that, Colonel?... I think you’re gonna haveta’ count me out. Your work requires legs… and I can’t feel mine.” No! Havoc… damn it buddy, you deserved better. Well, at least Roy’s able to walk, he’s taking some time in the waiting room to read (Riza standing vigilant and totally not reading over his shoulder, she swears) when a scruffy guy in a wrinkled suit plops down beside him. Oh hey, it’s the doc that chewed him out for Ross! [Doc]: “I got a sinking feeling when I heard you were the person that scorched that thing. Are you plotting something?” [Roy]: “You suspect a plot but you still ID’ed the “thing” as Maria Ross. Three cheers for old war buddies, huh?”

THANK you. Geez, I kept going on and on about the dental records and how Doc fit into all this, easy enough to ID someone when you’ve got the coroner in on the scheme. Not a happy accomplice though, he warns Roy that if he keeps pushing this someone’s gonna get hurt. Thanks for the warning, buddy. Bit late, though. Havoc’s having a smoke and talking about how his family owns a grocery store. At least he can take calls. Wait, hold on, Automail is totally a thing in this setting. Why not cyborg-Havoc? Ah. Automail still needs living nerves. Breda… is not very supportive? What the Leto, dude?! Wait wait wait, Breda’s passing on a note to Roy… ah. Doctor Marcoh with his vial of Philosopher’s Stone. Sorry guys, but last we saw he had a run-in with Lust. Don’t bother looking for him. Alright, what’s The Mighty Armstrong up to now?... Running into Brosh, and having a mental freakout over Ross saying to tell nobody that she’s still alive. Aw, hope Brosh gets to know that his partner’s still kicking at some point. For now, though, too much of a risk to spread the news, and Armstrong’s surprised by a paper Brosh hands off. An urgent bulletin for all State Alchemists? That night Ed and Al are prowling the streets, looking for a way down to the basement. The building they used the first time “totally doesn’t have one, we swear” even when the entrance was clearly Transmuted shut. What they do have is the comments about how they were sacrifice potential, determining that they’re looking for Alchemists who opened the Gate. So that’d be the two of them, Teacher… wait, hold on. They’ve said that Roy could work as a sacrifice before. Does that mean that he’s opened the Gate as well? Gotta set that idea aside for now, Brosh is running up to pass the bulletin to the Elric Brothers… and sounds panicked, saying they have to go back to their hotel room right now and he will escort them if needed. What’s going on? Oooh crap. Scar’s back in Central. Targeting State Alchemists, identifiable with his facial scar and tattoo on his right arm. Here we go. Hold up, they actually went back to the hotel? Huh, I was expecting Ed to just go tearing off after the guy who killed Winry’s parents. But actually, he goes back to tell Al about what he learned in Xerxes about the Rockbell medics, admit that he’s not certain, and confirm that neither of them plan on reopening the wound by telling Winry. Still, Ed plans to confront Scar once again, to find out if he did it. And another reason? Hold up, don’t tell me- [Ed]: “We’re gonna lure out the Homunculi.” NO. Are we actually gonna get Scar to join the good guys?!

(looked up Teeth-Clenched Teamwork, found the perfect picture) Ok, theory time! It hasn’t been absolutely confirmed that Scar killed the Rockbells’, just a guy with a tattooed arm. And Scar’s said that his own tattoo was left/given by his brother. So maybe it was Scar’s brother that killed them, then he ended up dying and Scar adopted the tattoo in memory of him? Setting that delicious opportunity aside for now, Ed’s gambling that with the Homunculi needing them alive for the sacrifice, they’ll step in to protect them if it looks like some Ishvalan that they failed to kill before looks like he’s gonna eliminate them. It’s one thing when it’s just one Potential Sacrifice, but it’s less likely they’ll just let half to two-thirds of their candidates get wiped out. [Ed]: “Well it’s much better than doing nothing!” [Al]: “Oh really? Because Scar literally tore us apart the last time.” Come on Al, this is Brotherhood. You two get shredded and dismantled every other episode. And you’ve got your mechanic a room over! You’ll be fine. Man, Al’s shredding Ed’s plan, arguing that even if they’ve gotten “stronger in the past few months” that if a Goth does show up how are they supposed to catch someone who’s super strong and pretty much can’t die- [Ling]: “Can’t die?! Was that hyperbole?”

...nO. You fools! You knew the Xing contingent were bumming around the place, why didn’t you lock the window?! Argh argh argh. Don’t let Ling in on this! I’m assuming Roy’s already explained how Lust was built around a Philosopher’s Stone to you two, and like rational ethical people you’ve already discounted human sacrificial Alchemy as a means to restore your bodies. But Ling here doesn’t have your scruples, he’s been vocally supportive of Soul Armor and now you’re letting him in on the Goths?! This cannot end well. Bleeeeeh ok whatever, we’ll cross that bridge when we get to it. For now, you’ve got the Prince and one of his ninjas on your side. And he totally promises not to run off with them (oh, there are so many ways that can be construed) because he owes them. Cue the bill for room service, and a very unhappy Ed defenestrating them. Cue a very unhappy Winry bursting in and yelling at them to shut up, she’s trying to sleep for an early morning… wait, she’s leaving?! Don’t go mechanic, we need you for the inevitable damage from fighting Scar/the Goths!... ok, does Winry use that wrench as a teddy bear, keep it inside her pillow, what? Hey Breda, how’s your pointless mission going? A ransacked room? No sign of the doc? Huh, I was actually expecting confirmation that he was dead, but there’s no body/gravestone. Damn it, we’re back to Havoc, finishing up a meeting with his mom and a Veteran’s Council officer. He’s out, and doesn’t take kindly to Roy’s “misplaced” pity. [Havoc]: “Forget about me… move on already! You don’t have time to worry about me! You need to think about the promise you made to General Hughes instead of pitying me! … Just let me get on with my life. I beg you.” [Roy]: “Alright. You’re cut loose.” Leto damn it. Havoc deserved better than thi- [Roy]: “I’ll leave you behind so you can catch up. I’ve gotta keep moving… but I’ll see you at the top.”

[Uplifting Music] As Roy leaves the room. Havoc sits back in shock as Riza talks about how Roy refuses to abandon others. Havoc says that Roy will never make it like that being so soft, that the country’s gonna chew him up. But Riza thinks maybe that’s what the country needs, a “fool” like that. Outside, Roy’s still in pain, but all too ready to change his hospital clothes for his uniform. Time to get back to to work. In the streets of Central-

Ok, what the heck happened to the artwork? We’ve got a shopkeeper complaining about his wrecked stand when Ed suddenly shows up all sparkles to fix everything… oh, I get it! May was traveling with Scar, so if he’s in Central, then she is too! Wait, no! Come on, that was just Ed going “Nyah nyah, I’m a State Alchemist” to try and draw out Scar? Boo, I want May to come back. Roy’s just showed up after reports of Ed being so theatrical, tells them to get in. Then get out when he has to share his seat with Al. Sorry little guy, maybe we can borrow The Mighty Armstrong’s car for these clandestine meetings? Doctor Marcoh’s confirmed missing, presumed abducted by the Goths. Also, about Scar being back? Roy is not happy to hear that Ed’s theatrics are meant to draw out Scar. Ed, you are in no position to mock Roy about being “scared of big, bad Scar”, although yeah maybe Roy could look into waterproof gloves next time? Speaking of, the Ishvalan’s here! Riza, don’t shoot, let’s talk this nope never mind Scar’s attacking. Ed charges and Al earthbends up a wall between them and the brawl, explaining Ed’s plan to draw out the Goths using Scar. As for the cops showing up? Well, Al assigns that to Roy. Onwards with the fisticuffs! Double Elric Attack as Al joins the fray, major props to Scar for not just holding out but advancing against two TC-free Alchemists! Roy and Riza head off to Fuery’s place to do their part, Ling and his ninja watch from the rooftops for any sign of the Goths. More earthbending as Al waves off some mooks from shooting Scar and Ed wonders where the heck the Goths are. Well at least Roy’s having fun playing with radios, sending conflicting reports on where Scar is. Don’t you frown Riza, come on and have some fun. Central’s in a tizzy over all the false calls for help… but Bradley’s on the move, ignoring everything as he gathers Gluttony to face the Ishvalan. Ling and Company pick up on the Goths and head out. Ed, your backup just split, stop acting as bait and end the fight! Yeesh that was close, but yay Ed just proved he can cancel out Scar’s Facegrab O’ Doom. And the process tear his sleeve and expose the tattoo… Gluttony’s chargi-

Denied! Lan Fan just knocked him into a building, and confirmed that she can sense and track his presence. No running from this battle, either Gluttony takes them down or he’s done for. But he’s not alone… [Bradley]: “So, you’re able to detect his presence, are you? *draws sword* Well that’s quite the nuisance. Let’s take care of it.” Holy Leto Ling doesn’t look goofy anymore, he just got an art upgrade as he yells at Lan Fan to run but Bradley’s already up the pipes and attacking her mask is shattered- Aaaand that’s where we end. RUDE. Hey, and Fan’s still out in the desert guiding Ross, so instead of all three Xing’s ganging up on Bradley it’s Ling and Lan Fan vs two Goths. The intro lied to me!

#wmtw #where my twin watches #full metal alchemist #full metal alchemist brotherhood #fmab #fmab 21 #ranubis

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danwhobrowses · 5 years

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Whatever Happened to: Sheska?

So, as promised, the first of hopefully many posts of the ‘Whatever Happened to’ series, where I bring up characters that just, fell off the map. For our first one we will begin with a character disappearance that always confused me, Sheska from Fullmetal Alchemist Manga and the Brotherhood anime There will be Spoilers for the story so if you haven’t read/watched it then...maybe you should

When was she last Seen? While in the 2003 anime series Sheska maintained a recurring role as Winry’s female friend and helping uncover the dirty secrets hidden by the Homunculi and in turn the Military. However, in the Manga and Brotherhood anime, Sheska is last seen in Chapter 34/Episode 16, both titled ‘Footsteps of a Comrade-in-Arms’. In it she is revealed to be covering for Mustang as he digs for information regarding Hughes’ death - mainly out of solidarity since Hughes did give her the job that pays her bills and keeps her mother in a nice home, and the least she can do is assist in helping find the culprit. She unfortunately lets this slip to ‘Captain Focker/Fokker’ who is Envy in disguise (but still a Focker if you ask me), which leads to the whole Maria Ross frame-up. From there we never see or hear from Sheska again, we don’t see her at Central when it’s attacked by Briggs, we don’t see her fall victim of the countrywide transmutation circle and do not we see her in the Chapter 107 splash

Which, frankly, is ridiculous given that characters dead, alive and barely in the story like Sheska was are here, including Fu, Hughes, Grumman, some no-names in the bottom and one no-name at the top right corner, Rebecca, Mustang’s old Ishval squad and Henschel. An oversight maybe, but it still leaves the question mark, what DID happen to Sheska? Theory 1: Sheska was Murdered Leaking that she knew about Mustang’s digging, covering for him and her photographic memory is two very dangerous tidbits of knowledge for one person to have, even if the Homunculi look down on humans up to this point they have been extremely efficient in not leaking their own information. So a worst case scenario could be that the Homunculi killed Sheska, quietly disposing of her and maybe even covering it up, she was on a heavy workload and could’ve ‘crumbled’ and disappeared to work in a nice undisclosed village. The fortunate thing that goes against this theory is that Mustang would notice, and since Hughes’ death she had been a lot more relaxed with her workload, it would also be in the Homunculi’s nature to only take care of things when it looks like a critical moment. Another plausible way Sheska may’ve died is via the Mannequins or when Our Father freaking Kamehameha’d half of Central Command, but then she would have to be fighting the Mannequins and not escaped Central when the Briggs soldiers gave them a chance, and Sheska would run if she were there. She may’ve also suffocated under a mountain of books like how she almost did when we first saw her, if she ever actually gets to go home anymore. Theory 2: Sheska was Dishonorably Discharged Given that Mustang is treated with contempt for digging into the Hughes case and his actions in making people believe that he scorched Maria Ross, it would be possible that the higher ups would use this as an excuse to discharge her from the military, to sever a connection Mustang would have in Central who could provide him information on Father’s plans. Envy may’ve been a lighter hand as Focker but Focker himself or any other members of Bradley’s high council may opt to picture it as harboring criminal activity. Sheska isn’t exactly one to come crying to the Elrics about this either so it’s not like it’d be huge news, the reason this may not work however is that Sheska still has all the dots Hughes had, she just hasn’t connected them yet, and the Homunculi keep tabs on people like that. Theory 3: Sheska was Transferred Like most of Mustang’s crew, Sheska may’ve been moved by association. Her absence from Central Command would fuel this and after she’s finished completing all the records there’s not much else she is useful for in the eyes of the military. Since she has no career goals, she could’ve simply been moved to a smaller military office - her ignorance to the happenings protecting her from being in warzones but not out of the country circle’s range. She may’ve also been transferred normally, maybe another library got burned down or maybe they rebuilt the Central Library and had her repopulate that with all the normal books and secret alchemy cookbooks and actually declutter her apartment with all the books that are there (okay it bothers me, where does she sleep? Does she have a book bed, next to her book oven and book fridge and cooks book eggs for bookfast in her book pan in her book kitchen?). Theory 4: Sheska left the Military on her own accord While she never expressed displeasure in working for the Military we leave Sheska in a pivotal moment in the plot, the next episode/chapter Mustang supposedly burns Maria Ross to a crisp. Not knowing it part of the plan, Sheska may’ve felt partly responsible in the ‘murder’ of Ross and disgusted by Mustang’s actions, which could have led her to leave the military. There are other reasons she may’ve quit her job also, she may’ve found a new calling or as said before the Library could’ve been rebuilt and she could’ve gotten her old job back from that or another closer-to-mother library/general job, she may’ve left to tend to her ill mother if her condition worsened or simply moved to a job with a career track - hell if you wanna go wild maybe she went to become an Alchemist, that photographic memory would be handy if she had the aptitude. The backdrop of this like the previous theory of her leaving the military is that this’d prevent the Homunculi from keeping tabs on her, while it is possible that Ross’ death would’ve prompted her to leave, the military may’ve offered an alternative of transfer or another government job so to keep and eye on her. Theory 5: Sheska slept through the whole thing A comical theory, but the records department isn’t something one would frequent in a lot, I mean Mustang was able to sleep in a storeroom for a bit completely undetected. It would be funny if Sheska did miss all the action from falling into a comatose sleep in a basement or something having been overworked, and given the isolated placement completely missed the Mannequin Soldiers, thought the Circle stealing her soul was a nightmare and then napped again through the whole Father fight. This is unlikely because it obviously didn’t happen, as I said Sheska’s workload doesn’t take a huge toll on her anymore so she wouldn’t pass out...not until after the Father Fight when she has to rewrite all the paperwork destroyed by Father’s Kamehameha, it’d be a good laugh though. Theory 6: Sheska was there, you just didn’t see her One of the most plausible theories is simply that it happened but there was no need to focus on Sheska while it was happening. Falman also had a great memory and worked with the Briggs men and the Armstrongs had worked in Central for months, so her talents weren’t exactly needed for the situation, she likely escaped the mannequins and left Central Command intact. It’s likely but it’s still annoying, we could have shown her in this scenario, even if it’s when Buccaneer saved those women (imaged in manga since I couldn’t find a screen of the scene in anime) they could’ve thrown in Sheska, could’ve shown her losing and regaining her soul, at least some closure on that would’ve been nice given that we saw every other player and the people of Liore during the Promised Day.

Theory 7: Sheska still works for the Military, she just wasn’t There The final theory that is as plausible as the prior, Sheska was basically away that day. We saw it with Brosh who only arrived at the scene because he was disgusted by Mustang and then elated that Ross was alive, a ‘bookworm’ like Sheska may’ve taken time off to witness an eclipse, and if she didn’t she may’ve simply had the day off. Another thing she could’ve done is gone on holiday, I doubt she went to Xing to meet the Armstrongs while they were statue hunting but maybe she went out of Central. She could’ve visited her mother, visited other family, gone to a place with other libraries and stuff she may have hobbies in. The downfall of this theory is that none of it escapes the circle, hostilities with Creta, Aurego and Drachma mean the only way out of the country is by crossing the desert, which doesn’t seem up Sheska’s alley, which means we circle back to why didn’t we show her? We showed Liore, Kanama, Resembool and Rush Valley, the latter just to specifically show Paninya - someone who had less screen time than Sheska, no offence to Paninya but if we gave time for her lying on a random floor (lucky she wasn’t fixing a roof) we could’ve just put Sheska in a room face first in a book for a second and that’d be that. So yeah, the mystery of Sheska racks my brain, mainly out of desire for closure but also because she still played a valid part in Ed and Al’s journey. Without her they would’ve never obtained Marcoh’s notes, which meant they would never have found out the properties of a stone, they would’ve never gone to the Fifth Laboratory and thus never learned about the Homunculi marking them as a sacrifice - since Ross got framed because of her, Ed would’ve never gone to Xerxes either, meaning he wouldn’t have figured out the transmutation circle or found the Ishvalan slum to discover that Scar killed the Rockbells, that discovery led to the confrontation that became a turning point for Scar’s redemption arc too. Sheska also inadvertently was necessary for Mustang’s plot also; had the brothers not gone to the Fifth Laboratory they would’ve never gotten Barry the Chopper as an ally (who in turn busted Ling out of jail, meaning everything Ling contributes to is a byproduct of Sheska’s action) but if she hadn’t have told Envy about Mustang’s digging they would’ve never framed Ross, which meant that they never would’ve had opportunity to capture Gluttony, kill Lust or discover that Bradley was Wrath. These are big things as well! Could someone just like, poke Arakawa for an answer? Or are we just gonna expect a Launch situation (save her for another day). Out of the 7 theories I would rank them as Most to Least Likely: 6, 7, 3, 4, 2, 1, 5 Most to Least Preferred: 3, 5, 7, 4, 6, 2, 1 Maybe one day we’ll find out, but for now it’s all headcanon, but whatever did happen to her, she is not forgotten.

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fullmetalscullyy · 5 years

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Prompt number 12 with royai XD

omg i love this one so much and it gave me the opportunity to do something happy and with humour after the angst fest i’ve had recently

thank you so much for the ask! i hope you enjoy it!!

(also, part 2 coming soon as part of another prompt)

rated: t

words: 3821

“drive bitch, drive!” “sir, please”

Mustang vaulted over a crate and didn’t break a step as hisfeet connected with the ground again. He sprinted forward down the hallway,grabbing onto the doorframe at the end to swing himself around and through it –narrowly missing a bullet that hit the wall where his head had been. Taking twosteps at a time he continued his escape down the stairwell, one shoulder andhands hitting the fire escape door at the bottom and exiting into the brightsunshine outside.

He didn’t think about the red substance covering his hands.

Pressing forward, bullet flying around his head, Mustangran. His heart beating furiously, jumping every time a bullet whizzed past hishead or hit the ground in the open courtyard. His arms pumped up and down, theweapon heavy in his hand, willing himself to move faster and escape hispursuers. Sweat prickled his skin in the heat of the afternoon but he couldn’tenjoy it. Not like this. Not when bullets continued to creep closer to hisbody, or while he was running to escape the assault behind him.

Shouts went up – the assailants commanding each other on howto move – but Mustang ignored them. He saw an opening, and he took it. Cuttingleft sharply he disappeared down an alleyway. He hurdled over old pallets, bagsof rubbish, and dustbins. There was an echo behind him just as he reached theother side – signalling they had just entered the alleyway – but Mustang wasalready long gone.

A white van pulled up, stopping on the street dead ahead ofhim, and as the door slid open, he dived in, grateful for the protection.

“Drive, bitch, drive!” he cried, scrambling to close the vandoor just as a shout went up, the men and women lifting their weapons. Just asthe door closed, neon orange, red, and green paint covered the window on thedoor, blocking out the sunlight.

“Sir, please,” Hawkeye replied with a sigh, pulling awayfrom the curb slowly and in control, as if she was in the centre of the city,not in an old abandoned office building during a game of team buildingpaintball.

“Hey, you did it!” Havoc congratulated Mustang, slapping himon the back. “You escaped. Nice one, boss!”

Breathing heavily, Mustang nodded with a smug grin. “It wasa piece of cake.”

He caught Hawkeye rolling her eyes in the rear-view mirror.

“Was it in there?”

Mustang shook his head. “No. But they’re stuck thereguarding it. We’re safe for now.” Hughes’ team was in one building andArmstrong’s was in the other while Mustang’s tried to retrieve a “prize” – aburlap sack. If they did it before time ran out, they won. Whichever team hadthe quickest time, won the day. Mustang’s team was the last to go and weredoing well, but his heroic manoeuvre of pressing ahead himself had set themback a couple of minutes.

He just hoped nobody had really noticed.

Mustang leaned forward, pressing his body through the gapbetween the two chairs in the front so he could get a better view out of the frontwindscreen.

“Come on, Hawkeye!” he urged. “We’re in a race against theclock here! Pick up the speed!”

She sighed again.

“Sir, just because this is an abandoned street doesn’t meanwe shouldn’t obey the traffic laws,” Falman piped up from the passenger’s seat.

“Guys,” Mustang whined like a baby. “Come on, we’ve got towin this! Or we’ll never hear the end of it from Hughes!”

“You’re the only one who cares so much about this, sir,”Hawkeye reminded him, slowing and signalling – actually signalling – to turn right. On an empty street. “We’re just happyto participate and, you know, actually workas a team.”

So, she had noticed the time loss. Whoops.

“What’s your point, Lieutenant?” he grumbled.

“Oh, I don’t know,” she replied casually, pulling over andstopping. “Maybe the fact you split off from the team and went off on your ownto try and retrieve the prize that would allow us to win? Or maybe the factthat you got yourself captured by Hughes’ team and we had to listen to himramble on about his daughter, non-stop, for fifteenminutes while we organised a planourselves. Without you.”

“I had to listen to it too,” Mustang mumbled, looking verysheepish.

“And who’s fault was that?” she snapped.

“Guys,” Bredabarked. “Focus. We need a game plan. We’ve escaped Hughes’s team for now, butthey’re holed up in that office block you escaped from, Mustang. Armstrong’s teamis in this one here, so what do we do?”

“Scope it out from here,” Hawkeye stated before Mustangcould open his mouth. “See if there are any patrols then take it from there.”

“I thought I was team leader,” Mustang muttered.

“You gave up that right when you decided to go off on yourown,” Hawkeye snapped, tone hard and unforgiving.

He supposed he deserved that.

“You deserved that,” Havoc whispered, leaning over.

“Yes, thank you,Havoc,” Mustang replied through gritted teeth.

“One problem,” Fuery piped up. “We only have twenty minutesleft.” He checked the stopwatch circling his neck. “Not a lot of time to sitand scope it out. We have to move.”

“Okay,” Breda sighed. “Let’s get out and press forward.”

Hawkeye cocked her paintball gun. “Let’s move.”

This whole day was part of a team building exercise GeneralGrumman had set up. The military had a lot of old office buildings lying aroundAmestris which they’d revamped for training purposes. The General had thebright idea to pit teams against each other in a paintball match in order towork on not only teamwork, but combat and shooting abilities too.

Hawkeye took the leadwith a grumbling Mustang on her left flank and Havoc on her right. Bredacovered behind them while Falman and Fuery took the left and right,respectively. Her sharp eyes would do them good as she surveyed the three-storyoffice block, scanning to pick out any movement in the windows.

“Maria Ross just passed on the top floor, third window in,”she murmured. It was quiet but the team could all hear her news through theearpieces that had been gifted to them for the exercise. “Stay sharp.”

That’s why everyone was irritated with Mustang. He’d goneoff on his own to try and retrieve the prize from Hughes’ building, only todiscover it wasn’t there, and to end up being captured by him. Hughes was asick man, especially when it came to an intense game of paintball. Standingwith a paintball gun aimed at Mustang’s chest while he rambled about just howgosh darn cute his daughter was –complete with a slideshow of pictures in his wallet – left him stuck and unableto escape. Something had distracted Hughes from outside and Mustang had usedthat opportunity to escape.

“Take cover!” Breda suddenly shouted and all six of them dovebehind something in unison. The sound of the guns firing filled the air aseveryone righted themselves, trying to pinpoint where they were coming from.

“Top floor, second window in!” Hawkeye shouted, lifting herweapon.

“First floor, on the far right!” Havoc offered.

“The doorway!” Fuery added on.

That was three. There were six on Armstrong’s team. Wherewere the other three?

Mustang peeked over the top of his half crumbling wall, eyesscanning the windows. It was a fruitful effort, because he spotted Armstrong’shulking form through the window on the second floor.

“Armstrong is on the second floor!” he told the rest of theteam.

“Roger. That’s where the bag is,” Breda stated. It was arule that the team leader had to remain on the floor where the bag was locatedat all times, but they didn’t need to stand next to it. Mustang made a note ofthis, lifting his weapon to fire at Denny Brosh. He hit him on the arm, neonorange paint spraying over his military blues.

“Oh, man!” he complained. Lifting a fist over his head tosignal he’d been shot and was out of the match, he trudged outside and acrossthe abandoned road, taking a seat on a bench to watch over the rest of thematch.

“One down. Stay sharp. There’s still five more.”

“Thank you for the sharp observation, sir,” Hawkeye quipped,moving up without alerting anyone beforehand.

Oh, she was pissed.

He did leave theteam to stage an attempt to grab the prize by himself, but Mustang saw anopportunity and he took it. Granted, it didn’t work out as intended, but thiswas a dumb training exercise, not real life. It was paintball, for crying outloud. It was already ridiculous enough as it was. Why not have a little funwith it?

“Fuery,” he called to his left. “I’m moving up. Cover me.”

“Roger that, sir!”

Mustang came to a stop beside Hawkeye, resting his weapon ontop of the crate and popping off a few more shots to supress Maria Ross.

“Sir,” she greeted sourly.

“Hey, Hawkeye,” he replied cheerily, ignoring her tone.“Ready to storm the castle?”

“Just stay out of my way,” she griped, moving up againwithout alerting it to the team.

Sheesh. And he wasthe one who acted alone.

Mustang followed behind her, firing off more suppressiveshots above them to protect Hawkeye’s back. Once inside they paused for breath,ears straining to hear any movement. There were footsteps above them, but thatwas it.

“You take left, I’ll take right,” Hawkeye commanded, alreadymoving.

“Can you wait a second –?”

She was already gone.

With a huff, Mustang moved left towards the stairwell.

The area was clear on his end, but he heard guns being firedand disappointed cries coming from ahead of him as he moved. Weapon raised,eyes searching, body ready for attack, Mustang pressed forward.

Movement from the right caught his eye and he whipped aroundto fire, only for the weapon to be jerked upwards, causing him to hit theceiling. A forearm was pressed against his throat as he was forcefully pushed,his back painfully hitting the wall behind him. He grunted and struggled,before recognising who his assailant was in the dim light.

“Oh, Hawkeye, it’s you,” he replied, relieved. With a hardlook she held onto the grip on his throat a little longer than necessary beforemoving away. “All right, what are you so pissed about?”

“You know exactly what,” she replied, narrowing her eyesdangerously.

“Look, I saw an opportunity and I took it. It’s just a dumbgame –”

“To you, maybe,” she spat. “But to the rest of us weactually want to work together. Toobad your ego is too big you can’t allow us to win together. You always have todo it alone, don’t you?”

Mustang blinked at her, taken aback. Where was this comingfrom?

“Hawkeye, what –?”

“You know what, forget it,” she scoffed. “We’ve got a gameto win. If you don’t want to work together then leave and get out of our way.”

“Listen –”

“No, you listen,”she rounded on him, weapon dropping to hang by her side as she poked him in thechest. “We’re supposed to be a team,but you chose to go off on your own. But I suppose you would know all aboutthat, wouldn’t you?”

Anger creeped into his chest at the accusation. Reaching upto his ear he removed the earpiece. Hawkeye followed suit. This was not aconversation the others should here.

“What exactly do you mean by that, Lieutenant?”

“You like going off to play the hero, don’t you? Leaving therest of us behind while you go and search for glory.”

Mustang grasped her gently by the elbow, leading her out ofthe hallway and into a room on the left, towards the back of the building andout of view of Fuery.

“Is this about me leaving for the military? Or for Ishval?”The look on her face told him it was both. “I thought we discussed this.”

“We did, but apparently you’re slipping back into your oldways with no regrets about who you leave behind.”

“That’s unfair. Do you want to know why I entered that building alone without you and held the teamback?”

“Enlighten me.”

He took a deep breath, bracing himself. He didn’t doubtHawkeye was ready to hand his ass to him, especially after this revelation.“Because Hughes warned me not to let you go in.”

“Why?” she asked indignantly.

“Listen, I made a call and I don’t regret it.”

“Roy –” she stressed,and Mustang could see her irritation threatening to spill over.

“It reminded him too much of Ishval.”

“What?”

“I…” He sighed. “I noticed it when I went in. There was asniper placed at one window, shrouded in cover, firing as I entered. Insidethere was sand on the floor and the heaters were on to simulate the desert. Idon’t know if it was intentional or not, I’m still not sure. But Hughes told menot to let you enter it. He’d guarded that building before while we were in theother, and based on his recommendation, I went in myself.”

“What?” she repeated again, still irritated, but lookingless angry. “I wasn’t allowed to goin?”

“He thought it best for you not to enter. Listen,” Mustangurged quickly, gripping her shoulders gently. “I was in there and it literallytook me back there. Hughes found me when I was on knees, transported back tothe desert and helped me up. That’s why the comm went silent. He helped methrough an episode by rambling about his kid, giving me something else to focuson. That’s what you guys heard.”

“So, why wasn’t I –”

“We both took the war hard. I know that.”

“Yes, you harder than most.”

“I know. But I wasteam leader and tasked with scoping out the building. I was looking out foryou. Plus, what use were two soldiers out of commission?” he reasoned, knowingHawkeye wouldn’t protest that logic. “Hughes had the opportunity to put me out,but he didn’t, because he knew you would probably just come in instead. So, westaged a capture to keep you guys out. I didn’t –” He swallowed, feeling thatfamiliar anxiety build in his chest. It had been a constant friend since thewar and as he entered that first building it had overwhelmed him, leaving himreeling and on the floor, suffering from a panic attack as he had a flashback.

“What?” Hawkeye asked, voice soft.

“I didn’t want you to see me like that.”

“I already have,” she reminded him gently. A hand rose tocup his cheek and he offered her a smile.

“I know, but this was supposed to be a bit of fun. Not endup with me having a mental breakdown.”

“Why did you hide it?”

“I didn’t want to, not from you, but the others –”

“You didn’t want them to see,” Hawkeye realised.

“Yeah,” he replied sheepishly.

“While I appreciate you trying to protect me from that, Iwould rather have been in there with you to help. Plus, we’re supposed to be a team,” she gestured between them both. “Youwatch my back and I watch yours.”

“I know. I’m sorry. I was never questioning that.”

Hawkeye sighed, shaking her head with a small smile on herface. “I know you wouldn’t. Do over?”

Hawkeye nodded with a wry smile. “Just don’t do it again. Weprotect each other. It’s not one sided.”

“Of course.”

Movement caught Mustang’s eye at the door, Maria Rossspinning around the door frame, weapon raised. He spun Hawkeye behind him,putting her out of harm’s way. Well, as harmful as paintball pellets could be.Her face was surprised at the sudden movement, but the paint hit Mustang’schest instead of Hawkeye’s back. He grunted in pain, the bullets packing moreof a punch than he expected.

Ross jumped backwards as paint pellets flew past her,disappearing out of sight.

“Ouch,” he grimaced.

“Sir,” Hawkeye admonished at his actions.

He shrugged. “I was watching your back,” he grinned. “Quiteliterally,” he added, causing Hawkeye to smile. He grimaced again, stretchingout his chest to try and shift the pain.

“What, never been hit by a paintball pellet before?” Hawkeyequipped.

“No, actually,” he boasted with a grin. “I was always toogood.”

“Sir! No!” Havoccried suddenly from the doorway, racing over to Mustang and gripping hisshoulders. Hawkeye swapped with him and moved to the doorway to fire, hitting Rosswith her neon green paint. Grumbling, Ross left down the stairwell Havoc andMustang had entered through.

Hawkeye rolled her eyes as Havoc knelt, gripping hiscommanding officer’s hand in his, bracing another on his shoulder as Mustang’sknees shook and he “fell” to the floor.

“Remember me,” he cried dramatically, adding in a wrackingcough as he sank to his knees on the floor. “As I was.”

“An asshole who made us do all his dirty work for him?”Havoc quipped, face expectant, breaking out into a shit eating grin.

Mustang frowned.

“We need to go, Havoc,” Hawkeye reminded him.

“Take me with you,” he groaned, sinking to his knees,playing up his “death” because why the hell not? This was supposed to be a bitof fun and the air had been cleared between him and Hawkeye, making him feelbetter, his chest lighter. “You wouldn’t leave your dying CO behind, wouldyou?” he pleaded.

“Havoc, he’s out of the game. Leave him there, we’ve got agame to win and we’re running out of time.”

“Yeah, you know what, boss? You’re dead. Sorry.”

Mustang’s cry of protest was muffled as Havoc’s hand landedon his face, pushing him roughly back down to the floor.

“Hey!” Mustang shouted angrily as his teammates forgedahead, leaving him behind. With a huff, he stood and lifted his fist above hishead sullenly, stomping outside and joining Brosh and Ross on the bench.

“Mustang,” Grumman greeted cheerily as he approached.“Brosh, Ross.” The three of them stood and saluted the General, who waved awaythe formality. “This is a training day. Forget the salutes for now.”

“Yes, sir,” Mustang replied, taking a seat again.

“I took the liberty of tuning into your team’s comms,Mustang. That was quite a show.”

He felt shame curdling in his chest, mixed withembarrassment. Hawkeye had been right, of course, but the fact the General andthe rest of the team had heard the initial outburst too? That thought slippedhis mind.

Laughing at his misfortune, Grumman clapped him on the back.“It was about time someone put you in your place,” he grinned. “That Hawkeyeappears to be a strong willed one. She will do well working with you.”

Mustang didn’t doubt it. They’d been working together foronly a few months and while it was hard to hide his true feelings from theworld as she handed him a stack of paper, their fingers brushing together, orwhen he held the door open for her and she brushed past him, he did it becausethey had a job to do.

It didn’t mean it was easy. Before Ishval he’d left with thepromise of returning to her and marrying her. Hawkeye was very aware of thisfact, then everything changed in that desert. Where that left them now, he wasunsure. A lot had been discussed under the moon and inside tents in Ishval, butthey were charged and said in the heat of the moment. Now, where they were safeand war, death, and destruction, wasn’t all around them, the conversationneeded to happen again.

At least today had been a start.

And Grumman was right, she would do well working with himbecause she already knew not to take any of his shit. She’d had years ofpractice already and honestly? Mustang was looking forward to their path ahead.With Hawkeye by his side he knew they could accomplish anything.

“I’m looking forward to seeing how your team performs,Mustang, now that you are out of the picture. This is just a new team, yes?”

“Yes, sir. I formed it a few months ago.”

“Excellent. This exercise shall prove rather useful for youall, then.”

“Of course, sir.”

Looking on and listening in to their communication was eyeopening. They really did workexcellently together. Individually they were good soldiers, but together, theyseemed unstoppable.

Hawkeye took on the leadership role well and was a naturalat distributing orders to the rest of them. Havoc was excellent support,backing up Hawkeye without question. Fuery still remained outside, situatedfurther back from before, however it gave him a better view of the building asa whole and he was passing on the location of the opposition as he saw thempass by the windows, occasionally popping off a shot to direct his team orscare the other side. Breda and Falman were back up to Hawkeye and Havoc,keeping an eye out behind them and the strategy worked extremely well.Communication was short, sharp, and effective.

Mustang felt pride build in his chest at his newly selectedteam. He felt excited for what the future held for them because they could veryeasily become the best.

“A lot of people are saying this is an unconventional teamyou’ve set up, Mustang,” Grumman ventured.

“Do they, sir?” he asked, not giving into the rise.

“They do. A lot of new officers there.”

“They’re new, but as you can clearly see,” he added,gesturing towards the building, indignation building in his chest. “They’resome of the best.”

Grumman was silent, but he grinned and chuckled to himself.“That they are, Mustang. Good job. It’s helpful to have a good team behind you,supporting you.” Mustang caught his meaning. After all, Grumman was his mentorof sorts. His approval of Mustang’s choices meant more to him than he cared toadmit. Regardless, Mustang wouldn’t change his team even if the General didn’tapprove.

A victory cry went up over the earpiece. His team had doneit.

Pride surged in his chest.

“Well done,” Grumman congratulated, patting him on theshoulder. “Your team was the fastest, even without your guidance,” he joked,waggling his eyebrows before laughing at his irritated expression.

He didn’t appreciate the joke at his expense, but he didn’tregret putting himself in front of the bullet for Hawkeye, effectively puttinghimself out of the game. He knew he’d do it again, not just for her but for all his teammates, in a heartbeat, paintballgame or not.

That’s how much she, and this team, meant to him.

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Royai Halloween Week - Spirits

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“And you’ll call when you get there?”

“Roy. Nothing has changed. I have Gracia and Maria and Becca going along too. We’ll be fine.”

“I know I’m just…”

“You’re on desk duty until you can not get yourself hurt in the field.”

“Riza, the ghosts can and will hurt you if you’re not careful.”

Riza rolled her eyes and started walking toward the changing room. Roy was incredibly overprotective. Ever since he’d found out they were expecting, he’d become more nervous than usual. The office was unique. It specialized in ghost retrieval and removal, and was staffed by four couples.

Riza and Rebecca had founded the company, investing money that Riza’s father had left her when he died. Originally, it had just been the two of them and their boyfriends. Roy and Jean originally went into the field with them, but Roy continually got hurt, and Jean spent more time trying to keep Roy safe than helping remove the ghosts. But the more they continued working, the more they realized they needed more people.

The Hughes’ came next. Gracia fell right in with Riza and Rebecca, her quiet attitude leading the way to her becoming the unofficial leader. Her husband Maes decided he was more suited to the technological side of things, becoming their research tech. After the Hughes’ came Maria Ross and Denny Brosh. They both integrated themselves into the team, and things came together.

“Riza, we should look into getting your jumpsuit tailored,” Roy said when she came out. “Ya know, for the baby? And we can talk with Becca and see if we can get you to start staying in the office instead of going on calls.”

“Roy, they’re ghosts, not serial killers. Spirits won’t hurt me, or the baby.”

“Riza, I helped you start this company. I know how dangerous some of these spirits can be. I just want you both safe.”

“Maes never worried like this about Gracia. And Elicia turned out perfectly fine.”

“Yeah well…” Roy sighed. “Look Riza, I love you and I’m worried about you. I just want to take care of you. You won’t let me go into the field to try and help you--”

“Because you’re the one who keeps getting hurt! That’s why we asked you to be our receptionist!”

“Well, since I’m benched, then I need to do as much as I can to protect you from here. So I’m gonna be talking with Becca.”

Riza sighed, shaking her head. “If it will make you feel better, we can talk with Becca. But I’m not going to stop going out until I’m closer to the due date. I’m not even that pregnant yet.”

Roy smiled brightly. “Fantastic! Okay. Be safe. Let me know when you get there and when you leave, okay?”

Riza nodded and walked out to the car with the other girls. She waved to Roy as she climbed into the car.

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The ghost was proving a lot harder than any of them had expected. Riza jumped to the side as another shot of ectoplasm rocketed toward them. She knelt behind a pillar, trying to find an opening against this monster while keeping herself safe. Roy wouldn’t be happy if she got hurt.

“Riza!” She looked around to find Rebecca narrowly avoiding a shot. Riza could feel her chest heaving. They just needed to get it surrounded. Once they had the machines set up, they could all hit their rays, and then they could go home. Riza was ready for a hot shower.

“I’ve got it!” Gracia called, sprinting around to the backside of the ghost. She set her trap down and Riza smiled, throwing hers. It took only a moment or two for Rebecca and Maria to get their traps in position. From there, it was just a matter of pressing the buttons on their packs.

The zap of electricity filled the air, and the ghost is sucked into the trap. Riza breathed a sigh of relief as she heard the locks click shut.

“Time to go, girls,” Gracia smiled, scooping up the machine.

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“Riza, you’re back!” Roy beamed, throwing himself at his wife. “How are you? How is the baby? Are you okay? Did you get the ghost?”

Riza chuckled, pushing her husband to arms length. “We’re fine. Gracia’s bringing the trap in. I’m…” She rolled her eyes. “I’m ready to go home. Let’s get out of here.”

“Of course dear.” Roy smiled and followed her out of the building, getting into their own car. It was just another day in the business. Another day of doing what they did best. She couldn’t wait to start it all again tomorrow.

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Fullmetal Alchemist: Episode 49

This is gonna be a big one. This is the episode that raises OG from good to sublime.

Fullmetal Alchemist Episode 49: "The Other Side of the Gate"

Envy delivers Alphonse to the leader of the homunculi in the city hidden beneath Central. Edward soon discovers the city thanks to a page from Nash's diary, leading to a final confrontation with Dante. Edward also learns that Dante is planning to transfer her soul to Rosé's body using the philosopher's stone from within Alphonse. She then sends Edward through the Gate of Truth and he awakens to find himself and Hohenheim in a wartorn London.

We open with Bradley giving his gift to Selim (a toy train). Selim behaves much more like a real kid here, I feel; Brotherhood!Pride was really overacting.

Envy knows Dante is stringing everyone along, but he doesn't care – he just wants to watch the world burn.

Envy reveals that 7000 soldiers were absorbed at Liore. I thought it was 1000? Al gets upset and feels like he should have died instead.

Apparently, Dante's secret city was the "real" Philosopher's Stone lab. Ed enters by just tearing a hole open instead of using Dante's method.

So, the underground city appears to be where Dante and Hohenheim lived 400 years ago. The Tringhams speculate they used everyone in the city to make the Philosopher's Stone, which seems to contradict the flashback in 45 where the city still seemed intact after they made it.

Dante is creeping on Rose. She seems to have been put in some sort of trance.

Gluttony is upset about Lust, but Dante waves him off.

Wrath is upset about Sloth. Dante coldly tells him homunculi don't have mothers, and he can't make demands of her because he's not human.

Wrath keeps leaping at them, but Envy effortlessly knocks him aside, building his credibility as the final boss.

Izumi's strength is fading against Archer as she coughs up blood, but Ross and Brosh rescue her. Izumi asks where Ed is, and Ross reiterates her thing about adults needing to believe in children.

Dante makes Rose dance with Ed. Is Dante planning to take Ed as her husband? Ick.

Ed figures out Dante's bodyhopping pretty quickly. The deduction that Greed didn't kill her is reasonable, but the rest is a bit of a jump.

Ed throws a spear at her, and she vaporizes it in midair. Ehhh, that's wonky but she is supposed to be the ultimate alchemist. She may still have some red stone, too. Ed uses that to confirm she's Dante, as she transmutes without a circle.

Dante doesn't give an exact number of bodies, but she says it's been less than ten.

Dante confirms they used the residents of the city, as well as "the nation to the east" – that would be Xerxes, I suppose.

Dante says Hohenheim was the one who actually made the Stones.

Dante frames her actions as virtuous, saying she's keeping people away from the Stone so they don't misuse it.

Dante claims she is no longer human. She does have homunculi eyes...

And yep, she just said she wanted to bang Ed – specifically, "Hohenheim's son". Why are you so creepy, Dante. I guess this could be an extension of her general hedonism.

Ed tells Gluttony Wrath killed Lust, making him BSOD.

Dante attacks Ed with a rock snake. He dodges and cuts her bodice, revealing the rot has nearly reaches her heart. That seems… fast. It's been, what, a week? That strikes me as a bit of an inconsistency, as she was clearly in her previous body for many years. We can perhaps fanwank that she botched the transfer due to running out of Philosopher's Stone; this would also explain why she's convinced she can overcome the rot if she gets a new one.

Ed… somehow deduced this already as well. He cites equivalent exchange: this is their punishment for their evil. And now we get my favorite scene:

DANTE: Equivalent exchange? Do you still believe in that childish theory? EDWARD: It's no theory! It's the law of alchemy… no, of the whole world! You're the one who said so, aren't you? That in order to obtain anything, it requires something of equal value? DANTE: That's something that only a child would say. Like "make everything equal," or "that wouldn't be fair." However, there's no such thing as equivalent exchange. […] To gain, something of equal value must be lost… In that case, if you reverse it… if you pay a price… you are certain to obtain something, right? EDWARD: That's right. That's why people put forth an effort to pay the price. DANTE: But there's something strange about that. After all, even if you pay the same price, you can't always necessarily obtain the same thing. […] Consider the State Alchemist exam which you passed with flying colors. How many others took the test that day? Spent months, years preparing, some working much harder than you? Yet you were the only one who passed. Where was their reward? Is it their fault they lacked your natural talent?

This moment is, to me, the heart and soul of OG. How many stories have the bravery to do this? To spit on the hero's hard work and natural talent both, to destroy the comforting fantasy of a fair world? To tell the hero that he is wrong? Because he is – Dante is right. But it goes even deeper than that. There's a reason why it's the villain who propagates this lie. In the dub translation, Dante specifically says it's a lie the oppressed tell themselves – and that's key. That's key to so many of the things that are so wrong with our lives, our culture, and our world. This lie controls people. If the world is fundamentally just, then what happens to you can't possibly be anyone's fault but your own. If you're attacked by a mugger, it's because you didn't try hard enough to defend yourself. If you're dying of starvation, it's because you didn't work hard enough to provide for yourself. But if someone else gains riches and fame? Well, they must have just worked so hard for it! It's ad-hoc reasoning: you see the effect, and then you say everyone must have done something to deserve it. And if you can get the people you're subjugating to believe it too, you've won. You've created a populace who will oppress themselves for you. Those people dying of starvation and disease and brutality, they don't deserve the barest scrap of aid, and they're leeches for thinking they do. Those toddlers ICE is murdering at the border right now, they must have done something to deserve it, or their parents did, somehow. Someone, somewhere, did something that justifies everything the oppressors do, we're sure. You can cut someone's throat and tell them they deserved it, and they'll believe you.

Dante actually proceeds to demonstrate this exact example by holding Rose's baby hostage.

DANTE: And people's lives are not all equal, either. If I just clap my hands, this baby won't survive. […] And if I do it, where is the world's balance in that? Does it mean the baby was only born so that it could die?

She goes on to bring up privilege as well, pointing out some people work their whole lives and still die in poverty while others are born into luxury.

I don't think it's a coincidence that it's also the mastermind of a violently imperialist culture who's saying this, either. Just world goes hand in hand with sunk cost. If you made a mistake, you just need to keep working harder to fix it. Because you must be getting something for everything you're sacrificing, right? That's proof you need to make more sins and more sacrifices because one day, somehow, it'll all be worth it and you can undo all those mistakes. That's how Dante gets people desperate enough to make homunculi. That's how she gets people desperate enough to sacrifice thousands of people for a Philosopher's Stone. That's how she gets good people to commit genocide for her. That's why Edward has been doing all of this from the start. It's the perfect lie.

This is what changes OG from just "a good TV show" to true art, to me. It's so incredibly rare to see popular culture or even academia address these issues so brazenly and openly. This is a message we need to hear. It's far too easy, especially in a capitalistic culture, to fall into this comforting lie. And stories are some of the biggest peddlers of the just world fallacy. Stories are designed by a guiding intelligence. In stories, everything does make sense, everything does happen for a reason, justice is often served in some form or another. We need to hear that sometimes, but it's so dangerous to really believe it. It's scary to acknowledge that there is no inherent justice to the world, that effort can be wasted, that bad things can happen to good people, that there's nothing to catch you if you fall. But it's the truth, and denying that will just hurt you far more in the long run. That is the biggest reason why I respect OG so much, despite the slow pacing and the awkward setups and the somewhat rushed conclusion – that's all worth it for this. It did something very brave and it deserves commendation for that.

In terms of the specific framing, I think Dante's character can also be taken as a criticism of ivory tower elitism; not coincidentally the kind of people likely to buy into the just world fallacy. She claims that alchemy can do so much good for people, yet she has made the decision that they are not to be trusted with it – she is, of course, the only one with the wisdom and intelligence to use the power responsibly. And obviously, this is a bald-faced lie – just an excuse to hoard all the power for herself. She cloisters herself, doing everything through proxies of proxies because coming to any personal harm is unthinkable to her, yet she slaughters people like cattle for her own uses. She claims she's ascended beyond the flaws of humanity, yet she's so disgustingly greedy and hedonistic she can't wait to kill an innocent girl just so she can bang her boyfriend's teenage son. She's a warning to all of us never to think our knowledge and class makes us better than other people, never to think that it excuses us from examining our own flaws.

Now, this is, effectively, the "final boss" – there's a bit of conflict after this, but it's not really a full-on battle. Cinematically, Ed vs. Dante is objectively disappointing, yes – they exchange, like, two attacks and that's it. But as I've said before, that's not what OG is trying for in the first place. The sphere of this conflict is philosophical, not martial, and by that scale this is just as intense as Brotherhood's final battle. Dante effortlessly dismantles the philosophy Ed has lived by all his life, and the philosophy the narrative itself seemed to be telling us. In the face of this, Ed is completely unable to make any logical refutation. That is powerful. A flashy fight scene entertains you and then it's over, but this is the kind of confrontation that sticks with you. Can you prove Dante wrong? We all want to, but it's so hard. You have to come up with your own refutation, your own reason to keep on fighting in the face of this painful truth; it's on the audience to truly defeat the villain.

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Sicktember Day 8: Contagious Word Count: 1038 Author: aquietwritingcorner/realitybreakgirl Rating: K/G Characters: Sheska Warning: NA Summary: Sheska is sick. Investigations still needs her. This will have consequences. Notes: NA AO3 || ff.net

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Ring! Ring! Ring! Ring!

Sheska groaned as the phone’s ringing broke into her consciousness. She stuck her hand out from under the blankets that she had bundled around her, blindly patting around for the phone. She finally managed to put her hand on it and pulled the receiver towards her. She had to maneuver it around the blankets, but she eventually got it to her ear.

“Nnnmgh, hello?”

“Sheska? I’m sorry to bother you.”

“…Captain Focker?” At least, Sheska was fairly certain that it was him.

“Yes,” he said, and he sounded extremely apologetic. “Sheska, listen. I know you’re sick, but we need you to come in.”

“…what?” it took Sheska a moment to truly comprehend what he said.

“We need you to come in,” Focker repeated. “There’s been a huge break in the case, completely unexpected, but we need to pull files quickly and you’re the only one who can do it. We need you here.”

For a moment, Sheska was quiet.

“…sir, you do realize that I have a fever, I’m sneezing and coughing, and that I’ve been throwing up.”

There was a moment of quiet on the other end. “…I know,” Focker said, and he sounded quiet, apologetic, “but we really need you.”

Sheska was quiet for a moment, and then she sighed. “…. yes, sir.”

“Thank you,” Focker sounded relieved. “I’ll send a car around for you. It’ll be there in twenty minutes, alright?”

“Yes, sir.”

“Thank you, Sheska.”

Captain Focker hung up, and Sheska laid there for a moment before groaning. Slowly she pulled herself upright, finally reaching over to hang up the phone. Blearily she pushed towards the edge of the bed and slowly stood up. The world swayed around her, and she reached out for the bedpost, using it to stabilize herself.

Somehow, she managed to find and pull on her uniform and brush her teeth, as well as fix herself a cup of ginger drink to try to help her stomach. She knew it wasn’t cold outside, but she was freezing, so she bundled herself up in her winter coat, hoping that it would help. The knock came at her door about twenty minutes later, and Sheska made her way to it.

A private stood outside her door, and he looked at her sympathetically. “Sorry ma’am. I was told to pick you up.”

Sheska nodded and picked up her purse. “…just pull over if I say to.”

He winced slightly but nodded. The man had thought to bring her a mask, and she slipped it on, not wanting to get anyone else sick, although it fogged up her glasses as she attempted to breathe. Still, she followed him down and to the car, let him open the door for her, and then just curled up in the seat for the ride to work, pulling her coat closer around her. He must have noticed that she was cold, because at some point, she felt the heat come on even as she dozed.

The arrived at Central Command all too soon, and the private woke her and escorted her in. She was shivering, coughing, and she felt miserable, but still, when she walked in records, everyone seemed relieved to see her.

“Sheska, I’m so sorry,” Captain Focker said. “Here just—just sit down and tell us where to find things.”

Sheska nodded and stumbled over to the chair. “What do you need?” she asked.

“We have a number of lists here,” Focker said, holding it out toward her.

Sheska shook her head. “No… no just read it to me.”

She didn’t miss the looks that passed between Focker, Rachel, and Susan, but he did as she requested and began reading off the information that they needed. Sheska rattled off file locations at every one of them, and then offered up locations for more information. Susan wrote down any information that they didn’t have there, sending another private after them.

Whatever it was that they had uncovered must have been big, because before she knew it, not only was it Focker, Susan and Rachel pulling records, but Lieutenant Ross, Sergeant Brosh, and even Major Armstrong were going after files she suggested. Records was hopping with people grabbing files, going over files, pulling information from files, and copying information.

At some point someone put a blanket around her, put a cool rag on her head, got her some more tea, and placed a waste basket by her for her to throw up in. Several times she dozed off, only to be woken for more information. She would rattle if off, and then sink back into her haze of sickness. More than once, she made use of the wastebasket, and often she was wracked with shivers. Her washcloth was replaced often, especially as she was having trouble keeping the fever reducers down.

At some point she fell into a deep sleep that her body demanded. She wasn’t entirely aware of someone lifting her up, of being carried off somewhere. She vaguely recognized that she was in a car at some point, and then, later, of being encouraged to change and settled into a bed. After that, it was just impressions of someone taking care of her, of fever dreams, and vague recollections of throwing up and going to the bathroom.

A few days later her fever broke, and she became aware that she was in the Armstrong estate, in a guest suite. Apparently, Major Armstrong had brought her here to his family’s home to recover after they didn’t need her help anymore. His family encouraged her to stay a couple of more days to make sure she was recovered, but once the fever was broken and she was able to eat again, she recovered rapidly.

Unfortunately, her sick visit to records and investigations had consequences. She had been highly contagious at the time, and her virus swept through both departments, leaving them understaffed and overworked for about two weeks. However, thanks to her help, a major internal black-market ring had been exposed. It was counted worth it by all involved, although Sheska began work on a better internal filing system so that the next time she was sick, they wouldn’t have to call her in.

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