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5-Sentence Ficlets from FMA Chat Night
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anotherfmafan and the gang in the Fullmetal Alchemist chat! Cheryl (DW name??) was ultra-prepared and brought a bunch of trivia questions and prompts for a five-sentence ficlet challenge, and we had a great time!
You probably do not want me on your trivia team, but I did better with the prompts. :D
Cheryl: Because of my phone's autocorrect lol:
Cheryl: Armstrong and a wiener
Krait:
The Armstrong family had served Amestris as military officers for generations, going back to the founding of the nation. It was less well-known, but the family tree also contained a fair number of distinguished civil servants, including dipomats. Alex had felt certain (in the wake of the shambles of Ishval) that this was one way he could still honour his lineage and serve his country.
Face to face with the Aerugo ambassadorial staff at a fete celebrating the new treaty Fuhrer Mustang had forged, however, he was finding that the diplomatic life had unexpected difficulties - such as the one he'd just been offered on a fork.
"It's called what?"
Cheryl: Prompt: A snowy night in Risembool (or Resembool or however you choose to spell it)
Krait:
The wind screamed unnervingly in the treetops, carrying the cold front in. Roy - the suburban wimp - kept looking nervously at the windows, which made Ed snicker at him.
"Stop worrying, Mustang, there's plenty of firewood and Granny packed more food into the freezer than physics ought to allow. Even fourteen inches of snow isn't going to trap us here."
Roy's face brightened, and Ed felt a prickle of alarm even before he opened his mouth to say, "If you're hoping for fourteen inches, Edward, you picked the right man to be snowed in with."
Krait: Roy is a lying liar! But he's hoping Edward will take the bait...
Krait: ...just to prove him wrong.
Krait: Little does Roy know that he has just basically invited himself to a Roy/Ed/a yardstick threesome.
Cheryl: Prompt is: "Never enough time."
Krait:
Chasing down a train he had *almost* caught, Al thumping along behind him, Ed swore and gasped as he pulled himself over the rail and watched Al launch himself aboard. They were going to get their original bodies back, and put everything right; they really were. Maybe then he'd feel less like the watch chained at his waist was measuring out his every step, always ticking a little faster than his tired body could push the automail, always a little behind the armour that didn't sleep or breathe or grow weary.
Once they had the Stone and fixed their mistakes, he'd throw this watch at Mustang's head and be rid of it - automail, 'Fullmetal,' the military, endless trains and endless setbacks. Once they succeeded, he wouldn't have to feel like his time was running out.
Cheryl: When Transmutations Go Wrong.
Krait:
"Mustang?"
Why are you calling at two in the morning, Edward, Roy pointedly did not ask, but rather said neutrally, "Yes, Edward?"
"If someone had - completely by accident, definitely not on purpose and very definitely not because he stayed up too late and fell asleep over an array and maybe didn't remember all the details exactly when activating it - prob'ly because it turned up in his dreams and he thought the dream-studying was real studying - maybe possibly just a little bit transmuted the boardinghouse back into the forest the boards came from, what d'you think he should do about it?"
Roy's silence over the line hopefully conveyed just how much he wanted to hang up and go back to sleep, because in the face of Ed's verbal onslaught at oh-dark-hundred, words deserted him.
There was really only one answer he could make, however: "Bring Alphonse with you, and we'll deal with it in the morning."
Cheryl: Train shenanigans
Krait:
"How much faster d'y'think this thing could go?"
"Why do you want to know that, Brother?"
Ed shrugged with elaborate nonchalance. "A train is basically a rocket with wheels, so it seems a little inefficient to be chugging along at, what, 35 miles an hour or so, wouldn't you say, Al? I'm sure that the--"
"I'm sure that the engineer doesn't want you to make his train fly, brother," Alphonse said firmly, and ignored Ed's Hmmph in favour of shifting his weight more fully onto the suitcase full of Ed's notes from the world across the Gate.
Krait: Thanks! I love the idea that Ed is just crazy-brilliant everywhere he goes. Crossing the gate, and he has all this incredible biomechanical and chemical knowledge from alchemy; recrossing, and he has physics and powered flight knowledge that's centuries ahead of Amestris!
Krait: It would make things very frustrating, kinda like how if you've lived in lots of places there is nowhere you can live that will have ALL of the tasty foods you have come to love. :D
Krait: Ed's taste in sciences spans two worlds and it makes him cranky. :D
Cheryl: Last prompt:
Cheryl: When egos collide.
Krait:
"This is clearly calling for cupric oxide," Alphonse says, keeping his voice as level as possible. He has had so much practice at reasoning with his brother, he ought to have this perfect; but he can't avoid emphasising the adverb from sheer exasperation. Arguments with the Tringhams never quite go like his arguments with Ed - Ed, for one thing, would never try to suggest that cuprous oxide was a valid substitute for cupric oxide.
For another, Al's stomach never flutters when Ed makes a counterargument, possibly because Ed never turns a contentious, challenging double gaze on him before launching into a flurry of beautifully sketched molecular structures (Russell) and intricate catalytic equations (Russell).
Arguing with the Tringhams brings a heat to Al's face and a warmth to his middle that's so new and so thrilling, he almost agrees to the cuprous oxide in his distraction.
anotherfmafan and the gang in the Fullmetal Alchemist chat! Cheryl (DW name??) was ultra-prepared and brought a bunch of trivia questions and prompts for a five-sentence ficlet challenge, and we had a great time! You probably do not want me on your trivia team, but I did better with the prompts. :D
Cheryl: Because of my phone's autocorrect lol:
Cheryl: Armstrong and a wiener
Krait:
The Armstrong family had served Amestris as military officers for generations, going back to the founding of the nation. It was less well-known, but the family tree also contained a fair number of distinguished civil servants, including dipomats. Alex had felt certain (in the wake of the shambles of Ishval) that this was one way he could still honour his lineage and serve his country.
Face to face with the Aerugo ambassadorial staff at a fete celebrating the new treaty Fuhrer Mustang had forged, however, he was finding that the diplomatic life had unexpected difficulties - such as the one he'd just been offered on a fork.
"It's called what?"
Cheryl: Prompt: A snowy night in Risembool (or Resembool or however you choose to spell it)
Krait:
The wind screamed unnervingly in the treetops, carrying the cold front in. Roy - the suburban wimp - kept looking nervously at the windows, which made Ed snicker at him.
"Stop worrying, Mustang, there's plenty of firewood and Granny packed more food into the freezer than physics ought to allow. Even fourteen inches of snow isn't going to trap us here."
Roy's face brightened, and Ed felt a prickle of alarm even before he opened his mouth to say, "If you're hoping for fourteen inches, Edward, you picked the right man to be snowed in with."
Krait: Roy is a lying liar! But he's hoping Edward will take the bait...
Krait: ...just to prove him wrong.
Krait: Little does Roy know that he has just basically invited himself to a Roy/Ed/a yardstick threesome.
Cheryl: Prompt is: "Never enough time."
Krait:
Chasing down a train he had *almost* caught, Al thumping along behind him, Ed swore and gasped as he pulled himself over the rail and watched Al launch himself aboard. They were going to get their original bodies back, and put everything right; they really were. Maybe then he'd feel less like the watch chained at his waist was measuring out his every step, always ticking a little faster than his tired body could push the automail, always a little behind the armour that didn't sleep or breathe or grow weary.
Once they had the Stone and fixed their mistakes, he'd throw this watch at Mustang's head and be rid of it - automail, 'Fullmetal,' the military, endless trains and endless setbacks. Once they succeeded, he wouldn't have to feel like his time was running out.
Cheryl: When Transmutations Go Wrong.
Krait:
"Mustang?"
Why are you calling at two in the morning, Edward, Roy pointedly did not ask, but rather said neutrally, "Yes, Edward?"
"If someone had - completely by accident, definitely not on purpose and very definitely not because he stayed up too late and fell asleep over an array and maybe didn't remember all the details exactly when activating it - prob'ly because it turned up in his dreams and he thought the dream-studying was real studying - maybe possibly just a little bit transmuted the boardinghouse back into the forest the boards came from, what d'you think he should do about it?"
Roy's silence over the line hopefully conveyed just how much he wanted to hang up and go back to sleep, because in the face of Ed's verbal onslaught at oh-dark-hundred, words deserted him.
There was really only one answer he could make, however: "Bring Alphonse with you, and we'll deal with it in the morning."
Cheryl: Train shenanigans
Krait:
"How much faster d'y'think this thing could go?"
"Why do you want to know that, Brother?"
Ed shrugged with elaborate nonchalance. "A train is basically a rocket with wheels, so it seems a little inefficient to be chugging along at, what, 35 miles an hour or so, wouldn't you say, Al? I'm sure that the--"
"I'm sure that the engineer doesn't want you to make his train fly, brother," Alphonse said firmly, and ignored Ed's Hmmph in favour of shifting his weight more fully onto the suitcase full of Ed's notes from the world across the Gate.
Krait: Thanks! I love the idea that Ed is just crazy-brilliant everywhere he goes. Crossing the gate, and he has all this incredible biomechanical and chemical knowledge from alchemy; recrossing, and he has physics and powered flight knowledge that's centuries ahead of Amestris!
Krait: It would make things very frustrating, kinda like how if you've lived in lots of places there is nowhere you can live that will have ALL of the tasty foods you have come to love. :D
Krait: Ed's taste in sciences spans two worlds and it makes him cranky. :D
Cheryl: Last prompt:
Cheryl: When egos collide.
Krait:
"This is clearly calling for cupric oxide," Alphonse says, keeping his voice as level as possible. He has had so much practice at reasoning with his brother, he ought to have this perfect; but he can't avoid emphasising the adverb from sheer exasperation. Arguments with the Tringhams never quite go like his arguments with Ed - Ed, for one thing, would never try to suggest that cuprous oxide was a valid substitute for cupric oxide.
For another, Al's stomach never flutters when Ed makes a counterargument, possibly because Ed never turns a contentious, challenging double gaze on him before launching into a flurry of beautifully sketched molecular structures (Russell) and intricate catalytic equations (Russell).
Arguing with the Tringhams brings a heat to Al's face and a warmth to his middle that's so new and so thrilling, he almost agrees to the cuprous oxide in his distraction.