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[alchemyfreak]

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[audio/text/video/voicemail]

"Hey, this is Ed. Leave a message."

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TEXT

[leadintheyoung]

[ If she's being perfectly honest with herself, Líadan still really doesn't get things like this. If one wants to make friends, why not use the network? Or better yet, go looking in person? It isn't like this thing includes knowledge of a person's choice in drinks or even what they're really like, but then, she supposes it doesn't hurt as some sort of introduction? And, odd or not, she finds herself curious enough from line one alone when she pauses upon this particular... um, profile? Increasingly so as she reads it, enough to swipe in the affirmative. ]

What is an alchemist that you would note this and deem nothing else of import for strangers?

TEXT

[alchemyfreak]

[Ed's not much of a fan of text, but business is business and if this person is asking about alchemy - well, in his mind that was business, nothing more.]

Alchemists transform or create by reconstructing matter. If you have something you need fixed I can do that for you. If you need something put together I just need the base elements or parts of whatever you want made.

in person

[alkahestic]

[ when ed finally wakes up and heads to the kitchen, he'll find breakfast already set out for him, hot and steaming. but that's not all. there's a familiar words will already be carved into the lid.

al doesn't know if this edward ever lost his watch like his had, but in the event that he has, he now has a new one. it might not be a state alchemist's pocket watch, but it still has all the meaning it should have for ed. ]

voice;

[bruceno]

Hello. This is Edward Elric I imagine. My name is Bruce Wayne, I am... an acquaintance of Mr. Todd, and he suggested you are the one to talk with about Riverview history. Is that right?

[alchemyfreak]

Yeah, it is.

[Way to put him on the spot, thanks Jay.]

Ah... I'm no expert, but I've been doing some research since I got here. What do you need to know about?

Backdated Video (October 22nd)

[hititwithacrowbar]

[ A petite blonde woman stands by a wall smoking in what looks like a make shift building in the desert. A boy makes his way towards her in a blue jacket, which seems out of place.

'Mom.' he speaks up, in that Gotham accent, worry in his tone.
'Jason?' her voice a bit put off.
'You've got big trouble, mom. I know all about the Joker.. everything.'
'I don't know what your talking about.' She denies, of course.
'Come on mom! Play straight with me! I can help you!'
'Sure, tell me about it.' She replies pained, before turning back at the sound of the zipper. Seeing the boy wearing an outfit all to famous... Robin. The bright red, yellow and green. Horror washes over her face.
'Mother, there's a lot about me you don't know.'
'Huh! That outfit ..You're... !' her who attitude shift's, she seems almost angry now. 'Come with me.'

And Jason follows like a good soldier. 'Wait! The Joker!' He calls out to her, but she keeps walking
'Is long gone, there's nothing to worry about, but I've something you should see.'

Jason was confused but followed still.

'What? What's going on here?'
'Just step over here, and you'll understand everything... Robin.'

And there was a tall man, whose features couldn't be seen, just that he was pale and a desert hat hid his face he was pointing a gun at him. "What! But you said!" Jason cried out.

'I lied. You see, I can't afford to have you stirring up trouble. I've been dipping into the medical funds myself. If you blow the whistle on the joker the ensuing investigation would certainly uncover my embezzling. Sorry about that kid, looks like you choose to trust the wrong person this time." She was pointing a gun at him to now. Both betrayal and fear washed over him as a gun smashed into him twice, once in the arm once in the head sending him flying.

He was back on his feet fast, but not for long 'Then lets boogie!' he swung out at the man but was knocked back down hard. His head was ringing, he could no longer really tell what they were saying as the Joker's goons started to kick him while he was down. Everything was starting to hurt as the Joker stepped forward again, still his face was impossible to see. This time with a crowbar.

'That wasn't a very nice thing to do to uncle Joker. You've been a bad boy, you must be punished. Prepare yourself for a severe spanking, young man. But let me tell you right from the start this is going to hurt me a lot more than it hurts you.' The crowbar came down, over and over. He only caught a glimpse of his mother through the pain looking away.

Time seemed to melt away, as he tried to push himself up at the sound of the Joker's drifting laughter. 'JASON!' He heard her scream though he could barley see her anymore through the pain and swollen eye. 'De-active the bomb!'

'In no shape to handle that..' he croaked out 'gotta get you outta here. I'll save you mom...' he spoke as he forced his hands to work through the pain to untie her 'Your free, run for it... go... ' He spoke letting himself fall back to the floor, resigned to his fate. Finally the woman was pulling his busted body up as the bomb ticked down from 23.

'Come on, let me help you. We'll both get out of here, together. We're almost there.' She placed him against a pillar to open the door only to find it locked.

'The door!'
'What's wrong?' he asked as she screamed it was locked, the counter was on two as he threw himself up again and over her, the world went white and bright, then faded to black.]

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[text]

[alchemyfreak]

[It's not immediately after Ed wakes up and gets the message, he has to take some time to recover from the violent images and process things before he can even contact Jay. The image of the boy in this memory was hardly one he'd compare to the Jason he knew, but previous conversations had dropped enough hints that when the name is screamed the connection is unmistakable. Perhaps they'd both been handed each other's worst memories, and it made sense in a way. With how they'd bonded since arriving here, maybe that was why.]

We need to talk. Doesn't matter the hour, let me know when you're home.

Text | Backdated to October 15th

[whenturksfly]

Ed, there's toilet paper here.

[ News at eleven coming from a slightly more awake Valeria given the shocking realization had during her latest venture into the bathroom. She is legitimately in awe of the presence of this basic household luxury. What's more? ]

It's not great value. [ Be still her heart. ]

[alchemyfreak]

Welcome to the future.

[Maybe a little sarcastic, and he definitely didn't even know how futuristic the Quarantine was compared to Val's home world, but of course there was toilet paper. They'd gone over the resources thing a few times by now, and regardless of what technology Val might be expected to be used to at home - Purg was practically prehistoric compared to the advanced technology and daily luxuries found here.]

What's not great value?

[The second text comes after a moment, because he did pause to think about this statement. Sorry Val, he doesn't get the joke.]

text; un: slyblue, remember you asked for this

[bottombitch]

[ More adventures with social media misfires! Now with more coworkers! ]

ok guys I just looked up 'clopper' and it does not mean what I thought it meant

hint: it has nothing to do with shoes

I just want to clarify I DIDN'T ASK FOR THIS SPECIFICALLY and I'm crying

[alchemyfreak]

[Ed doesn't understand this text, and he's pretty sure it's not work related. Aoba, what even.]

Okay, but why are you texting me about this?

[NO ONE EVER LET HIM KNOW.]

[Action. The Loft. ]

[hititwithacrowbar]

[ The sound of the Mustang and the telltale loud pop of the door could be heard as heavy footfalls made their way up the steps to the flat Ed had been so kind as to offer as his. A message sent to Ed, somehow he figured Ed wasn't at the ball. He was still in the suit Ed had transmuted as he moved fast up the steps with... a sledge hammer. ]

Dude, I need you, come to the room. I let myself in.

[ Soundproofing had been wise, because the second he was in the flat and had flipped on the light he moved to the wall of the second bedroom, dropping the hammer and tugging his jacket off, but leaving the shirt on just rolling the sleeves up as he hefted the hammer back up and slammed it hard into the dry wall. He was going to have a cave and the work needed done and he felt the old fire burning again. Fuck meditation, he wanted to break something. ]

[alchemyfreak]

[He doesn't waste time replying to the message, instead heading straight over to see what Jason needed. The sight of Jason in a suit still... with a sledge hammer was certainly an interesting one but as he slammed through the wall Ed became distinctly aware of what the use of it was.]

I don't know, looks like you're handling things pretty well yourself.

[This is said almost cautiously, waiting to figure out what Jason needed but assuming it had something to do with fixing things up now that he was smashing them down.]

Text;

[sonofab]

I've been told that I have you to thank for the new clothing, Mr. Elric.

This is an official showing of my gratitude.

[He was seriously getting sick of borrowing Jon’s oversized clothes.]

I also have a simple request.

I wish to know more about your world's version of "Alchemy".

[alchemyfreak]

No sweat, clothes are easy. Any time you need something adjusted let me know.

[As for the second part, well...]

Sure. What are you thinking? It's simple enough to explain over the network, but learning about it is more hands on than just hearing about it.

Voicemail

[hititwithacrowbar]

Yo, Ed, need a favor. Go fix the skeeball machine at the arcade. Don't ask. I owe you one.

[alchemyfreak]

[Jay's just going to get the most sarcastic text back, even if Ed doesn't expect a reply - but of course he will do it.]

Is this going to make me an accomplice to something? Getting arrested wasn't exactly on the to-do list today.

Text: @flame.alchemist

[snapkaboom]

I never suspected you to be the snuggling sort, Fullmetal. You might want to hire an editor for your bio.

[alchemyfreak]

can it, Mustang.

wait, when the hell did you get here?

text; un:KingFisherman

[brotrips]

I've heard you can repair a lot of things. Can you repair pans?

[alchemyfreak]

Anything you need, usually. If there's serious damage I will need the materials for the repair, we can get those ourselves for a fee or you can supply your own.

@givesyouhell - text

[hititwithacrowbar]

Big spoon or little spoon?

[alchemyfreak]

what the hell are you talking about?

Action

[hititwithacrowbar]

[ Ed couldn't possibly have thought Jason WOULDN'T come speeding like a bat out of hell? Two bothers and his sister all gone in a week and now Ed's message. He pushed his bike as fast as he could speeding across the quarantine Skidding to a stop outside of the doors leading in. The bike shut off, and the kick stand put in place as he slipped off his helmet thrown to the ground as he made his way inside, making no effort to be quiet.

Still wearing his guards uniform with his leather jacket zipped over it. His hair was shaggy again after Al being gone as long as he was, he looked tired which by now Ed knew that was normal. Moving like the movie monster he shares a name with through the place until he saw Ed packing.]

What's going on, Ed?

[alchemyfreak]

[It would be a lie to say he wasn't used to coming and going, noise around the place didn't really get his attention much. Which means he didn't stop packing until he heard the voice, freezing in place. Just going to put up those walls real quick, emotions just get in the way.]

Like I said, I'm leaving.

[Short, sweet. To the point.]