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The Lovely Daaaarlings
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People-etts, I would like you all to know. This story will have it's serious moments. I don't want the story to be completely random throughout the whole story. It's going to be hard to make jokes when Al gets kidnapped, for example. Or when Envy beats the shit out of Ed... Ok, that wouldn't be too hard, but you catch my drift! Oh, and since I have NO idea how they spell Marcoh's fake name, I'm just spelling it my way. Maroh.
Oh my gawsh peoples and people-etts! I actually... Change Point of View in this chapter! Wow... This is the first time for this story. I should celebrate!
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The Sulfur Alchemist:
Chapter Seven:
I, Riley Mauler, Accuse The Defendant, Edward Elric, Of Sucker-y
"Argshulagastavy..." I mumbled incoherently(obviously) before moving around in my bed. My eyelids felt like bricks, so I didn't really want to open them. Letting out a small huff, I force my eyes open and ignore the slight pain from doing so. I was confused when I saw that the room was still dark(not counting the glow that shone through the window I insisted be open.)
I rolled onto my side to look at the clock and saw that it was five thirty. Moving my head to look at Ed, I noticed that he was laying on his back, snoring loudly. What I really noticed, though, was that his shirt was lifted a bit to show his stomach, which was raising up and down so drastically, you'd think he was a blow-fish. I almost bust out laughing, but I had to get something first.
Slowly climbing from the bed, I walked to my messenger bag by the wall. I walked to the table and grabbed my camera, holding it toward Ed. After focusing in on him, I snap a picture. Suddenly, rustling and movement is heard directly behind me. I immediately stiffened, staring straight ahead with wide eyes. No way was I turning around if it was a robber!
...I mean, yeah, I could kick his ass easily, but that doesn't mean I have to.
"What are you doing?"
Letting out a piercing scream, I dart across the room, hiding behind the bed Ed was in. Ed jumped up, now wide awake, looking from left to right. "What?!" He shouts, spotting me.
I peak above the bed to see Al standing there, his shoulders shaking as he chuckled. "You..," I growled before running across Ed's bed to tackle Al.
Which wasn't that great an idea considering Al was metal and I was sensitive flesh...
"Whoa!" Ed shouts as he grabbed my ankle, causing me to fall on the bed, face down. I began to jump back up, but he grabbed me by the waist, pulling backwards to hold me back from killing Al. "You'll only – get -"
We both let out a scream as somehow Ed managed to pull so hard, we ended up falling off the bed. He fell from sitting on the bed to landing on his back on the floor, with his legs still on the bed. I, on the other hand, fell straight backwards, my back hitting Ed's face and torso. He howled in pain as my back smashed into his face.
Al bust out laughing as I scrambled to the side to see Ed with red all over his face. His legs then slid from the bed and toppled over his head. "You ok, Ed?" I ask nervously.
"I'm gonna kill you..," Ed mutters. It came out a muffle, seeing as he was in a very painful position.
Laughing nervously, I state, "You know, having a temper like you do is very unhealthy!"
"You're one to talk!" He retorts in a slightly high pitched, slightly muffled voice.
. . .
"Hm..," I start as I walk down the line of food in the dining room. Ed was done grabbing what he wanted(seeing as he didn't bother to look at what he picked up), and Al was playing with the B&B Owner's little daughter, Terri. I examined all the food in the dishes, grabbing what I liked and avoiding what I didn't. After carefully placing my food on my plate, I sat down across from Ed.
"One half of a grilled cheese and no cupcake? I figured you'd get one..," Ed comments casually, causing me to inwardly smirk.
Feigning a look of hurt, I exclaim, "What makes you think I like cupcakes, huh?" Before the confused Ed could respond, I say loudly, "Besides, even if I did like cupcakes I wouldn't get one! The Deserts Chef sneezed and didn't clean his hands."
Hearing the scraping of a chair, I look back in time to see another costumer drop her half-eaten cookie onto her plate before rushing off to the bathroom with a hand over her mouth. It was obvious she was listening to me. Once she was gone, I smirked a crazy smirk at Ed before pushing myself back in the chair. It leaned against the girl's table, and I grabbed the untouched cupcake sitting on her plate as well.
I sat back down normally dipped a finger into the icing. "The power of suggestion rocks!" I say casually before eating the icing, which the cupcake was unusually smothered in.
"You couldn't have just gotten one up at the line?" Ed asks, even though he looked clearly amused.
As the janitor comes by to clean the woman's table, I answer him. "You're seriously suggesting I pay five dollars for a cupcake? Besides, this one has more icing than the others."
Ed's face considerably paled, "Wait... Y-you mean... We're paying for our meal by the food?"
I nod slowly. "Yeah... Well, the food we actually eat off our plate."
"But I paid for the plate already!" Ed protests.
"Yeah, that's why I only got the grilled cheese, and not the cupcake. You have to pay for the plate, then all the food you eat from it," I explain simply.
Ed quickly pushed his plate(still full of food) away from him while muttering, "Not hungry anymore..." He glanced at the food with a look that said, "Ignore the temptation," before standing. "I'm going to go pack..," He says stiffly before leaving the dining room, as I watched him confused.
Once he left, the confusion in my eyes turned to victory. I chuckled evilly, grabbing his plate and pulling it toward me. "Come to mama..," I mumble lowly as I grabbed a piece of the chicken on his plate.
Who knew Edward Elric was such a sucker?
Heh...
. . .
I walked into the room as I pat my stomach calmly. "I am so full!"
"You only had a grilled cheese and a cupcake, didn't you?" Al asks, looking up at me.
Ed snorts with his hands behind his head, "You must have a puny stomach."
As I sat on my bed, I smirked into space. "It was a really good grilled cheese," I say with light chuckles. Ed looked at me funky, but shrugged it off.
"Riley, I've been meaning to ask you," Al starts, catching my attention, "What do you do exactly? For your job..."
I smile, "I didn't tell you? I work for the magazine that's supplied throughout Amestris Military Headquarters."
Ed looked intrigued at this, "So you work around the military, huh?"
I nod at his question, and stand from the bed. "So are we ready to go or what?" I ask impatiently.
Ed shrugged, "We were waiting on you." I rolled my eyes as we stood. Grabbing my camera and throwing the strap around my neck, I tossed my bag-strap over my shoulder and we leave the building quickly. "Keep your eyes open for Armstrong, guys," Ed reminds us.
"um, guys?" I ask uncertainly. I had decided to tell them about Marcoh. It seemed right, and I would only tell them that the man taught me basic alchemy. It wasn't exactly a lie, but it wasn't the truth either.
Seeing Ed and Al stop and turn to me only made me nervous. "Yeah?" Ed asks.
I rubbed the back of my neck before saying, "I kind of... Know Marcoh. He taught me the basics of alchemy. He goes by the name Maroh here."
"Why didn't you tell us sooner?" Al asks. I was relieved when Ed didn't look angry, but curious.
"Well.. I don't know. I can't remember where he lives, and besides, you didn't ask," I explain.
Ed nods, "Well at least you told us before we ran around town looking for him by his real name." he stuffed his hands in his pockets before walking ahead.
Al and I shared confused glances. It seemed as though Ed would have acted... Differently. We shrugged it off and followed Ed down the road.
. . .
We had asked several people where Marcoh lived, and they either forgot, or gave us crappy directions. We were now smack in the center of town, passing by everyone with a glare on their face silently.
Out of all the chatting between everyone, I couldn't hear much. But when they started whispering about someone, I was able to notice the slight different. Stopping in my tracks, I looked up and paled when I saw a certain State Alchemist walking around.
"Guys? We've got company..," I say, looking back at him.
Ed and Al stopped, looking around for him. It didn't take long(obviously), as they spotted him not even a minute later. "Shit!" Ed mutters, before running off. "Let's go!" He shouts, disappearing into the crowd. Al and I struggled to follow the kid, but here's the thing.
Ed's short.
Real short.
So when he, Short Ed, runs through a crowd of people of normal height... It's kind of hard to see him. The result of this? One gets lost.
One then gets pissed.
And when that one is me?
Baaaad combination.
"Ed, wait up! You're short, I can't see you!" I shout throughout the crowd, looking around. It was then I realized the suit of armor we call Al was not at my side. And when Ed shouted nothing, I knew I was truly lost in the sea of people.
Oooh shit.
With Ed and Al
(Who Were Magically Able To Reunite While Riley Was Off Emoing About Not Finding Them)
Ed and Al were finally able to free themselves of the center of Rush Valley, and were a safe distance away from Armstrong. The only problem?
Riley was now missing.
The brothers would have gone to search for the girl, but they had to find Marcoh. It was the top priority. And, if she had been here before, she'd probably find her way to them. And luck was apparently on their side, seeing as Ed and Al were now standing at the doorstep of "Master Maroh".
Ed knocked on the door cautiously, shooting a glance to Al, who merely shrugged in response. The door swung open, and two gunshots rang through the area, in which Ed and Al dodged as quick as possible. Standing there in the doorway was Doctor Tim Marcoh, a gun in hand. Ed wasn't sure which scared him more, the fact the gun was shaking, or the fact the gun was pointing at him and his brother.
"Easy doc... We just want to talk!" Ed claims, his hands raised to his head as Al huddled behind him.
"I know what you want," Marcoh argues, "You're a State Alchemist. You think you can take me back there!"
Al stood a bit, as Ed could only think, 'Riley was taught by this guy?!' "So you are Tim Marcoh! The Crystal Alchemist," Al concludes.
Marcoh only ignored Al, "I'm not going back to that place!"
"That's not it! We just want to talk," Ed says. Quickly shooting a look to Al, he mutters, "I see where Riley gets her hard head.."
The grip Marcoh had on the gun loosened at the sound of Riley's name. "Riley? Riley who?" He asks, just for confirmation.
Ed and Al had a new hope that, if they died that day, it'd be by Riley's temper instead of Marcoh's gun. "Riley Mauler..," Ed answers warily.
Marcoh soon lowered his gun, and sighed. "If you're a friend of Riley's..." He stepped back a bit, and let the brothers in. They quickly walked in, as if he would shut the door on them if they didn't, and Marcoh walked to the counter. "Tea?" He asks calmly.
Ed and Al sat down at the table, and shook their heads. "No thanks," Ed mutters.
"Before I go into explanation of what happened all those years ago, how is Riley?" Marcoh asks.
The older Elric gasps slightly, "She's fine..."
"She's going to get herself into a lot of trouble one of these days... Associating with the military," Marcoh says with a bitter smirk on his face. Ed, assuming he meant the magazine, nods mutely. "I told her not to get involved with them.. But who is she to listen to me? Heh, when she first started that magazine there Roy wanted her to become a State Alchemist, said she'd be a good asset to the military."
Ed and Al looked shocked at this, but Marcoh continued, "Roy still thinks that, probably."
"We ran into her a couple times while we were doing our jobs," Ed brings up, smirking down at the table.
Marcoh chuckles, "She has a habit of doing that. Showing up at the most dangerous times. She doesn't seem to care though. One thing she got from her father... But that's what makes her so great at what she does. I hate to admit it, but she seems good for a St-"
Before he could end the sentence, however, someone had knocked quite loudly on the door. Everyone fell silent, as Marcoh stood. He grabbed the gun and cautiously walked to the door.
In The Mind Of Riley
(Brace Yourselves)
Well, after Ed and Al got lost, I decided to just head to Marcoh's.
Which was hard considering after I got out of the crowd of people, I was exactly where I was when I ran into Lance. So, I had to find my way back into the center of Rush Valley, and head to Marcoh's. And here I was, standing at his door. After two hours. As you can imagine, I was pissed. But I decided to hold it in(for once).
I knocked on the door loudly, and waited for a response. The door opened quickly, and the first thing I saw was the barrel of a gun in my face. "Ye-aaaaaaah!" I shout, jumping back about 4 feet, my knees bent, with my arms in my face in an "X" formation.
Placing my hands out sidewards, I stand up a bit. "Put the gun down, man!" I shout dramatically, staring at Marcoh with wide eyes.
I was NOT dying by the hands of my teacher!
"Riley..!" Marcoh says, lowering the gun immediately.
I nod, then notice Ed and Al behind him. "Riley, you're ok!" Al exclaims.
"Oi, you two! Leaving me back there like that!" I shout, completely ignoring how relieved Al seemed to be that I was alright. I stomped toward the two, cracking my knuckles.
"R-Riley... Calm down... We were going to look for you if you didn't show up here..."
"No excuses shorty! You left me for dead!"
"You're in Rush Valley Riley, not No Man's Land!"
"I don't think it would have made much difference, Edward!"
Hehe, I got a new chapter out a day later than hoped, but sooner than expected, so it's all good!
For those that don't know, "No Man's Land" is a term used in the military. When you're fighting, there's a land in the middle between enemies called "No Man's Land". It's called that, because anyone that steps into No Man's Land is shot down instantly, because the land is so open and vulnerable.
(I'm a history geek, I know.)
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