In this fanfic, Al is human while Ed is the armor, hence the title. This chapter is a diary entry by my OC, Skye and later on will be the story chapters in Al's point of view. I'll probably alternate between the story and the diary entries and by the way, this fic is manga-based. May update once every fortnight because I procrastinate and don't type it out in time or else it's because of exams. And if at any point Skye turns out to be a Sue, please forgive me. Despite the ever helpful Wikipedia, I have only the vaguest idea of what a Sue actually is. Self-gratification? Anyway, please R&R!
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Boy, it's kinda difficult writing with an arm. But no matter, I've done it quite a lot of times. But the annoying part is that a breeze comes in from the window and flick the pages. It's a little cold, so I'm guessing I'm somewhere near Briggs. The woman, Chin, reminds me of my mother. She looks almost similar without the mole and specs. Not that I would have noticed she hadn't a mole.
Her husband, Kim, reminds me of my dad this time. He's a retired soldier from Briggs, maybe a soldier from the countless extras one sees in the anime. He's a great automail mechanic too, which sometimes makes me wonder whether Aslan had a hand in this fiasco. I ought to write it down before I not remember about it. Although that'll be unlikely.
Imagine this scenario. One is reading fanfics nineteen to the dozen [not that much, actually, but who cares?] and suddenly BING! you're in a big white space empty but for a door. Unfortunately, I am short-sighted so I couldn't really see what the designs on the door were. But as an avid FMA fan thanks to Brotherhood, I pretty much guessed where I was. "Truth?"
"Should I repair your vision for you?"
"Uh... up to you."
Yay! 20/20 vision again! I had it when I was in Grade 1, but alas, using the laptop too much ruined it of course. FB~ 3 ahem. "So... what's the toll or whatever?" Fanfics told me to expect this kind of thing. "Straight to the point. I like that. So I need to tell you only a few points. You shall be twelve. Everytime you use alchemy it will drain you, but your stamina will increase over time, like exercising, if you like. Go on."
And in a blink of an eye, I'm here, although I think it wasn't that fast. Apparently Chin found me lying on the ground bleeding profusely from the stump of my left arm. Kinda miss my arm. She got me this book too and the fire sigils I drew on the back page actually burns when I touch them. Asked Kim to etch them onto my automail fingers. He's made a slider thing so I won't accidentally activate them. My arm would overheat.
Which means there are compartments where I can put in snow or water to cool my arm. I can use the scalding water later to further pain the bastards I'm burning later. The more sigils I activate, the hotter the flame. I have a feeling I'm going to use point 5 to attack Scar... and it'll be raining then too. Convenient.
I'm hoping Chin would get me some books to read. As fun as writing in diaries initially are, I do need some books. I think the surgery's tomorrow. It'll be... painful I guess. But the result will be an ultra-light Northen style arm. Maybe I can play the violin now.