"To my friends and those I love, this is the path I have chosen, I’m sorry."
Current M!A : NOT CURRENTLY ACCEPTING
**M!As DO NOT apply to RPs unless it's an RP started because of the M!A**
Hi! The name's Edward Elric, 21 year old Major in the Amestrian Military and re-instated State Alchemist.
((WARNING: I'm typically an 18+ RPer so it's VERY possible and LIKELY you'll see NSFW posts... you've been warned...))
~This is an independant RP blog for an AU, post FMA:B version of Edward Elric but I will play the 2003, CoS, Canon Brotherhood, Sacred Star of Milos, or manga versions of Ed upon request... I STRESS REQUEST~
~I will RP with just about anyone from any fandom but PLEASE read Ed's Rules of Engagement at minimum before asking to RP. Just because I say I will RP with anyone does by NO MEANS mean I will RP with EVERYONE.~
~Please see the Variations of Ed I Play page for details about my ways of playing Ed since I play him MANY different ways from this one blog. The Major is the DEFAULT though and his description can be found on this page as well.~
~This is a multiship blog BUT the default relationship for the Major is RoyEd and preference is typically given to that ship. You have been warned...~
~I track under thefullmetaledwardelric~
**The majority of the art I post is NOT mine unless I say otherwise. IF you see something and I haven't sourced it and you know where it came from... PLEASE tell me. I want to make sure proper credit is given whenever possible**
//Alright, time for me to turn in I think… Feeling sleepy… that and I have to be up in the morning to make sure I get my daughter to practice for 10am… *grumbles about this weekend practice junk but it’s in the name of high school musical theater so…*
SO for now… Night!
Edward’s response appeared on the word processor as ZANE transcribed his speech. He had said he wanted a transcript after all.
"Very well," it responded aloud, words appearing on the processor as it spoke. "My program’s running name is ‘Zed - Artificial/Natural Entity’. The current date is Wednesday, March 7, 2032, and it is 03:47:52," it said and recorded, answering the original question. The cursor stilled on a new line, blinking as it waited for the next question.
"Perfect, thanks ZANE," he replied settling a bit forward. It was clear that his audio settings were perfectly fine, time to move on to the next test. "Alright, next I’d like to make sure you have your visual settings. I’d also like to see if you have basic object recognition."
Looking over, Ed made sure that the camera was plugged in. He knew he had a bad habit of unplugging things when other things weren’t working the way he wanted, especially when he was coding. Seeing that he had in fact left the device plugged in, he actually noticed for the first time that the power indicator on the camera was already lit up. He couldn’t help but wonder if ZANE had been ‘watching’ him this entire time.
"You know what, wait a second… ZANE, has your visual subprogram been running since you came online? If so, can you play back anything your memory has recorded?"
Hearing Edward’s muffled voice coming from the blankets, Jean rolled over in his sleep and wrapped his arms around the smaller form. Sighing as he settled against Ed, Havoc mumbled, “Better?”
Pushing up onto his elbows, Ed looked at Havoc less than amused. “Oh great…” he grumbled. Maybe the cold bath would have been a better choice after all. The last thing he wanted was his nightmares becoming more real, or at the least feeling more real, than they already were to him. “Tell me again why you have this stuff if it does that kind of shit?” he asked with a light roll of his eyes.
"You know what, never mind… just get it over with…" Ed continued then took a deep breath and closing his eyes, his mouth opening enough that Jean could easily get the spoon of medicine in without trouble.
"I have this medicine because it gets rid of colds and flues faster," he explained, tilting the spoon into the open mouth. "It’ll suck, but I’m not going in either so I can watch you, especially once they start."
Jean placed the bottle and spoon on the side table with a sigh. “At least when I was seeing Woof, I didn’t have anyone helping me or pulling me out of the hallucinations. I cried for days after because I wasn’t there when he died. With you taking this stuff, I’ll be right here for support, all right?”
Once he knew the spoon was beyond his lips, Ed closed his mouth so that Jean could pull the spoon back out. The stuff tasted VILE and he was inclined to spit out but he didn’t… With a further souring of his face, Ed forced himself to swallow it though it would be followed by a few choking coughs. “GAH! That stuff’s nastier than I thought it was gonna be!” he groaned in protest before letting himself fall back onto the pillow.
Closing his eyes, mostly because the sickness was making even the least little things hurt his head, Ed sighed. He appreciated what Jean was doing but he couldn’t help but to wonder if Jean would really be able to handle the things that might come from his head if what he said about the side effects really happened to him. There was some pretty powerful and traumatizing things in his head and Ed knew this. Sure he had learned how to handle the majority of it, but to potentially subject someone else to it, even if it was just his panicked states from it, was a whole different animal.
"Yeah," he finally replied. "Just… I guess I just feel the need to apologize ahead of time though," he sighed. "I mean, no offense Jean, but a lot of the stuff up here…" As he paused, Ed brought a hand up and lightly tapped at his temple. "…is a lot worse than a family pet that died." The tone of his voice, even in the ill state that he was in, wasn’t diminishing to Jean at all… he actually really did sound worried about what might happen.
As Edward spoke, ZANE routed the auditory input and converted it to text, typing his words into the word processor shortly after they were spoken. It was about to answer the question - every part of the question was something that it knew without having to look up anything - but then it paused. The cursor blinked a few times. ZANE’s internal time clock was different than his standard read out, which brought up a different question.
"How specific do you want the time to be?" it asked, cursor moving to record the words it just spoke through the speakers.
Well this wasn’t what he’d expected. Ed had expected ZANE to respond with what its default and established display settings were. Leaning over, Ed made a note of it as something to look into. For the time being though, simply telling ZANE the display format to use would be enough. “For all inquiries of time, unless otherwise stated, I’d like you to use the two digit hour, minute, and second format. Also, give the time based on the 24 hour time standard,” he replied.
Now all he could do was sit back and wait for the response. He had to say though, he was pleased that ZANE seemed to be keeping up rather well. He had expected maybe a little lag though, at the moment, he wasn’t really asking him to do anything more than a standard PC could do… the real test of the processors and memory functions would come when he had ZANE looking for things he knew hadn’t programmed by default into his code…
As Ed laughed at him Hughes chuckled softly. Okay, so he was a little full of it, but only because none of those destinations were where they were actually going and both of them knew it. Going to Rush Valley or Dublith would result in a lot of visiting old friends which, while fun, was not the purpose of this trip. “I didn’t actually say that was where we were going,” he pointed out easily, “Simply making a point that I could be just as secretive about them as anything else if I had reason to be.”
Sitting back he turned his attention to the passing countryside, waiting to see if Ed actually would share his theories. With the two most obvious candidates out of the running, and Ed knowing what he did about Hughes’s own past, it really wouldn’t take too much effort to figure out their final destination. The question was if Ed was willing to actually make that leap and then believe it.
When the young major started talking again Hughes looked back over, just listening in silence. Yes, he’d never expressed any interest in going back to Sweetwater, not around anyone who knew him that well. It was a part of his past he’d been more than happy to leave behind him, but now…well, two decades was a long time. And he had some people he really ought to visit. It wouldn’t take much time away from their vacation, either, which was a bonus.
He let his hand rest on Ed’s, meeting the young blond’s gaze with a quietly soft expression. It wasn’t quite a smile, but it wasn’t quite a frown either. “…Train doesn’t run all the way there, even now,” he said. “We’ll have to take a wagon from Talavera, that’s the final stop closest to the place. You wanted somewhere quiet, after all, and I’m pretty sure we won’t be disturbed down there.”
Wait… he was RIGHT?
Ed sat there for a moment, the look of disbelief probably painted all over his face in the time it took for his mind to actually properly wrap around the realization. Once it had though, he pulled his gaze away from Hughes slightly and chuckled softly. “Huh… didn’t exactly figure on bein’ right…”
But that left him to think a bit. Hughes was voluntarily taking him back to his hometown. There was something to be said for that and it suddenly had a bit of knot forming in Ed’s stomach. Why did this suddenly feel like a ‘meet the parents’ kinda trip? Not that it really was… and Hughes hadn’t actually said anything about meeting anyone but it still felt that way none the less. If he remembered correctly, the majority of the people that had been his ‘family’ were still there and the few times he’d managed to get Hughes to talk about the place had yielded a thought that the town wasn’t all that big. Hell, it had sounded like it was, at least at one time, a lot like Resembool… small enough for everyone to pretty much know who everyone else was.
Taking a deep breath, he slowly let it out before bringing his attention fully back to Hughes. There was questioning in the younger man’s features now. “Are you sure about this?” he asked quietly. “I mean… yeah you say it’s quiet and stuff there but… are… are you REALLY gonna be able to relax going back there?”