paradisalost | Rebuilding

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Rebuilding

Who: Alphonse Elric, Edward Elric, Tear Grants
What: Al and Ed help rebuild Tear's room.
When: After this.
Where: Room 1511
Rating: PG, possibly, if Ed gets mouthy...

Giving one last look at the journal he had been writing in, Alphonse closed it. He had a task now that he had spoken with his new friend, and that was to convince his brother into helping him.

"Brother!" he shouted, hoping to catch Edward's attention. "I found someone that needs us to help them fix their room. You said you'd help. Are you coming?"

He slipped on his white gloves and cloak. Then, he got up, and stood by the door, waiting for his brother.

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Ed fastened his cloak around his shoulders. Although he'd been wearing his brown coat when they'd been pulled out of Germany, he had missed the familiar alchemy flammel on his back, and ended up transmuting the coat into a more familiar red garment.

"Oh yeah? So who is it that wants our particular brand of interior decorating?" Ed asked rhetorically, knowing it didn't matter to Al -- he'd help anyone.

"Her name is Tear! She's really nice, and says she knows you to! She offered to help me find my glove when I lost it," Al explained, a grin on his face despite Ed's remark. He opened the door, and they both stepped outside into the hallway. The hall was still littered with debris from the recent "earth quakes," so Al had to pick his way through.

"She's in room 1511, so she's a few floors up," he continued as they made their way up to Tear's floor. It didn't take long for them to reach it, despite the damage to the stairs and halls.

Al stepped onto the floor landing, and cupped his hands around his mouth. "Tear-san? Are you here?" he called out, figuring she probably wasn't in her room, like she had mentioned.

Tear had been patiently waiting for her new friends' arrival. She was sitting on the ground leaned up against the wall. At the sound of her name Tear stood up and brushed off any dirt that was left on her outfit. She called back towards the steps, "I'm over here!" She kicked some fallen rock out of the way and headed to the stairs. There was still a bunch of dust in the air so it was difficult for her to see the two boys. All she could make out was red. Just red clumps.

Al saw the young woman approach, and threw up an arm to wave at her. "Hi, Tear-san!" He hurried forward, and was able to better make her out through the dusty air. "It's nice to finally meet you! This is my brother." Al turned to his brother, and nudged Ed.

Ed nodded, giving a half-hearted wave in greeting. "Hey," he said, which was more than most people got, but he was actually interested in meeting Tear, given that he'd talked to her at length over their journals.

"That thing made a mess of this place, that's for sure."

Tear was amazed. They looked so much alike! It was almost creepy. Her and Van looked nothing alike compared to these two. Now...which one was which? Tear smiled regardless and held up her hand. "It's nice to meet you both." She hopped over a piece of rubble and now stood directly in front of the two.

"Yes, but at least it's gone now." Tear smiled a little. "My room's down the hall a ways but there's a big rock in front of it. I haven't been able to move it." Tear sighed at the thought. Without her fonic hymns she was practically useless.

A smile formed on Al's lips, and he walked down the hall towards her room. "We'll help you move it!" He glanced down the hall, quickly calculating in his mind. "What do you think, Brother? The usual?" He held out both gloved hands, ready to clap them together.

"You got it, Al," Ed replied with a nod. Not that it really needed two of them to move this piece of rubble, but although their alchemy hadn't been nearly as fickle lately, it was still best if they both helped, just in case.

As one, the brothers clapped their hands together, and arcs of blue alchemic energy leapt and crackled at their command. Touching the boulder, the rock was dismantled in seconds on a molecular level, the material flowing to the surrounding walls and shoring up the many cracks and crevices that had been left there.

When the bright light faded, Tear's doorway, frame and all, had been completed repaired.

Tear stared in amazement. What in Yulia's name WAS that? She stepped forward towards her newly revived door cautiously. "Th-thanks. What was that exactly?" Tear was almost a bit frightened by this. She had never seen something like that before. Even Seventh Fonists couldn't accomplish something like that.

Standing up again, and dusting off his hands, Al grinned. "That's Alchemy! Are you from one of the worlds that doesn't have it?"

He clapped his hands together again, and pressed them to a wall. Again, the blue shine of alchemic light filled the hallway, and some of the other debris that had been left on the floor seemed to melt away, only to fill even more of the cracks on the walls and ceiling. "See? Better?" Already, the corridor was beginning to look like new.

"Basically," Al continued, turing to Tear. "Alchemy is the science of changing one thing into another. Brother, here, is the real genius and can explain it better than me!"

Oh...Alchemy. They had mentioned it to Tear before. She had never seen anything like it before. "I see. That's what you both wrote about in your journals to me. Isn't it?" Tear watched Alphonse carefully. It was amazing and new to her. "It seems very useful. Did you two use that to fight while in the military?"

Ed waved his hand as though brushing aside Al's praise, but it was clear to see that he was pleased with being referred to as a genius. But when Tear asked about the use of alchemy in the military, the older brother's expression darkened slightly.

"The way the Amestrian goverment was run, they used to employ State Alchemists to do a lot of their dirty work. In fact, sometimes we were called 'dogs of the military'. But even though he could have passed it easily, I wouldn't let Al take the National Certification, because I didn't want him to have to use alchemy for... certain things," Ed said, leaving it up to Tear's imagination what those things included.

"But I never liked it... using alchemy against people. It goes against the very basics of Equivalent Exchange."

Tear was taken aback by his words. She never really thought of her hymns in any other way other than for fighting purposes and teaching the world about Yulia. She smiled at Ed in agreement. "I see. That was very good of you to stop Al from joining."

She walked inside her newly developed room. The furniture was still a mess but nothing that she couldn't fix on her own. She peaked her head outside the door frame. "Thanks, I appreciate it." She gave a small smile.

Al gave the young woman a kind smile. "You're welcome, Tear! We were glad to help, weren't we, Brother?" He gave his brother another nudge. Al hadn't pushed the subject of the Amestrian military, because he knew it bothered Ed. Despite what his older brother had said about the military, he knew there were some within the ranks who were good people. A soft sigh escaped Al. He missed his friends.

At least here, in this strange place, he had met some new friends.

Ed took a quick look inside the room and noted the destroyed furniture. "You know, for a castle that's supposed to fix itself, it's taking it's lazy time about it," he commented. "You want us to fix the bed and stuff, so you have somewhere to sleep?"

Tear stepped out into the hall once more and approached the boys. "Is there anything I can do in return?" She felt a bit of guilt and the annoying reality of her new uselessness overcome her. Tear frowned at the idea. Her fonic hymns were worthless without their meaning. She had no way to fight. Some Locrean Sergeant she was. Now here she was asking favors from people and no way to pay them back. That didn't sit too well with her.

"Don't worry about it, Tear! Helping others is part of what being an achemist is about. We were given the ability to use this power and in return, we use it to help others. That's part of Equivalent Exchange!" Al explained, smiling still.

"And even still, you never know if down the line we'll need help. Maybe you'll be able to help us, someday, in return!"

He was right. Though Tear still felt guilty. She wasn't accustomed to being useless. "I see. I suppose your right." Tear let out a small smile.

She turned to Ed who had addressed her earlier and she ever so kindly ignored him. "I'll be all right. One more night in the hall won't hurt. Please, you both have done so much already." Tear bowed her head a little in grattitude to the two boys.

"Some friends we'd be if we let you sleep in the hall," Ed said, eyeing the shards which had been most of her furniture. "We don't mind, really. Alchemy doesn't really strain us or anything. Come on, Al... you get the bed, I'll do the dressers."

Tear wanted to stop them but she did kind of want a bed to sleep in too. She stood by the door way and watched the boys work their magic. Her bed popped back to normal, her dresser now in one piece. Not a single splinter missing.

Tear let out a sigh. What was she to do? She had to repay them somehow. "Thank you, both of you. But I really should do something in return. Would you two...like to go into town with me?" That was pathetically, the best thing she could come up with. Also probably the only interesting thing to do around here as well.

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OOC: WTF wrong journal.

OOC: Ha ha. I do that too sometimes... XD;;

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