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| Top Hat RavenNKC | Feb 1 2007, 12:44 PM Post #1 |
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Ghost in the Gates
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(Transmute circle database... http://www.animeindepth.com/series.php?ser...e=12&mode=page) They were falling, deep, deep through the gate. Wrath was crying, just flat out resigned to his fate. <I… didn’t want to be cast into the gates again…> He thought weakly. Alphonse had allowed him to hide inside of his armor for protection when the battle had begun. Wrath had been badly hurt trying to get them into Dante’s palace and he needed a chance to recover while the others fought. Wrath cried, as they came out into the open air and plummeted. Alphonse screamed, a blood curdling scream as he smashed into the ground. His armor plate opened and Wrath tumbled out of his armor with a shriek of fear. The youngest Homonculus lay there, battered and bloody. Far distant he heard the sounds of a battle. “Its… all the same… no matter where you go… or what form it takes… there’s always despair and… bloodshed.” Gunshots split the air, and something booming that might be alchemists using explosives. The inhabitants of the area seemed to have hidden themselves. Nobody approached the alchemists and soldiers who had fallen from the skies. Edward lay, a few feet from Alphonse and Wrath. He was reaching desperately for Mustang. Riza’s right arm was a bloody pulp, she probably would need automail, never having the real one again. Winry was badly scraped up, they’d needed her for repairs after the battle, but Wrath was willing to bet that most of her wounds were on the inside. Havoc, Fury and Cheska were collapsed across each other and Scar was at the opposite end, his cursed arms totally gone and his legs crumpled. They were going to create the stone, a massive one, using all the soldiers that they’d lured into Liore. But something had gone seriously wrong. Mustang had broken free of the restraints that Archer had put him and his men under. He’d gone to Liore to warn the soldiers. They’d retreated, very few of them killed for use in the stone’s make up. And Mustang, being a decent guy, had done the only thing he could do. With a combination of tank tredmarks around the perimeter and using his alchemy to fuse the sand in Liore’s streets into a glass transmute circle, he’d disrupted Scar’s pattern, creating a massive gate instead. And they'd been pulled in, dragged in. Wrath's groggy mind could barely track what was going on around him. the sounds of battle were drifting closer. Suddenly, two gray booted feet, and then another pair, stopped near him. "What happened here?" A man's voice asked. "I don't even recognize their uniforms." "don't know, but they're seriously injured. Batou, call an ambulance, and inform the chief what we've found. Give him a visual, I'm not sure I know what this is either." Wrath was too weak to resist as the woman hoisted him into his arms. Wrath tried to struggle a little, but he got a good look at her face before he semipassed out as she turned his head slightly to peer at the back of his neck. "Hmm... prosthetics? But not a cyberbrain, interesting..." Wrath gulped, the automail clinking. It hurt, badly, where the mail met the shoulder. "Nnnggg... where's... Winry?" He managed to choke out. "Hmm?" "Blonde girl... winry... seventeen... she's the... idiot... mechanic who built my... arm... and leg... she should... fix it..." Wrath managed to groan out. "We've got better mechanics to take care of that okay?" The man asked. "You took a beating wherever you and your friends were." Wrath peered, his eyes, they looked like they were made of crystals, two crystal cylinders where the eyeballs should be. And his hair was as white as snow. His jacket looked like Greed's only more intricate and patched and he gave off a sort of, rough and ready but gentle vibe. The woman annoyed him, but the Homonculus was too tired to resist. The sound of sirens echoed through the area as the medics came. Several others surrounded Alphonse and started picking up the pieces. But when the moved to separate him from the others Wrath began to panic. "No! Bring him with us! His brother will be angry!" Wrath protested, then cried out at the pain lancing through his shoulder. "Ow..." "You need medical attention..." "But..." Alphonse groaned weakly, trying to roll onto his back. "Brother... where..." He murmured before falling back asleep. "Have the redsuits take the other back to the lab." Major growled. "Warn them not to touch /anything/ about him until I get there." Then she carried the younger boy back with her to the van waiting to take the sectioners back if they needed maitenence. Except for her (Batou had remained behind) there was Ishikawa, Proto and one of the recent new recruits. Asura had been Kuze's cousin and right hand. But Kuze's death had sparked some extremist refugee groups launching a series of attacks. The Section had been asked to deal with them appropriately. Wrath was shivering. His right arm hurt where the automail was joined to his shoulder and while the bleeding had mostly stopped, he protested the girl, Asura leaning in to carefully clean the blood away. "Hurts like... hell!" Wrath complained as he shoved her backwards. The strength from the push sending her flying. Perhaps a cyborg would have been able to do that, or an android, but a human boy? Asura grunted. "Kid, I'm just trying to clean you up a bit." "I'm fine. My people heal real fast..." Wrath grunted, still groaning a little. "Although it /really/ hurts. I'd just gotten automail, the connection came loose." Wrath explained. He closed his eyes, focusing the alchemical reaction that would rebond the mechanism to his shoulder. Wrath gasped, the alchemical reaction still took place, but it was slow as trying to pull a car out of quicksand. The glowing and sparks, meanwhile, further alarmed the Sectioners. "Hey, hey you're going to hurt yourself, what are you..." Ishikawa began and then stopped, eyes widening. Wrath's arm was no longer bleeding at the connection. "I told you, I just rebonded my flesh to the mechanism. It will last long enough for Winry to take a look... I hope she's okay." Wrath gulped. "Winry?" Ishikawa questioned. "One of the best automail engineers in all of Amestris!" Wrath said cheerfully. "She's really strong. She does mine and Edward's maitnence and if we need new limbs because we outgrew the old ones she makes them for us." Wrath replied. "Wait... she makes those?" Ishikawa indicated the automail arm and leg on Wrath's body. "With what?" "Hmm..." Wrath tested the feel of the arm. "Steel, galvanized so it won't rust, probably ran the ore through the crucible a few times with recycled metal. I'm told that makes it stronger. Copper wire connecting to the nerve endings and encased in some kind of special covering to keep them from sparking. Chainmail near the joints to protect them from being shot into." "I don't mean with what, I mean how?" "How else do automail smiths do what they do stupid! With a forge and bellows!" Wrath stuck his nose in the air. "You can make guns in a factory, but arms and legs need the human touch in their make or they don't work right." <<Wait, is he saying that this Winry person makes prosthetics with her bare hands?>> Ishikawa demanded. <<And from the way this little guy is going on, damn good ones.>> The Major replied. <<It is very difficult to make cybernetics by hand.>> Proto offered. <<I've heard of people trying, and not doing too good a job.>> <<He /acted/ like it was the only way they were made. Ishikawa, when we come back can you run this little guy's DNA through our systems? The others we found as well?>> <<Certainly.>> The van and ambulences showed up at Section 9's HQ, which had become a secondary command center for the forces driving back the rebels. A medic and a redsuit came hurrying out, Aramaki right behind them. "Major, I didn't think you'd be back so soon." "I know chief, we found some... odd folk caught in the crossfire." Motoko indicated the alchemists being taken out of the ambulences, and Alphonse's armor, which had regained consciousness. "HEY! HEY! HEY! PUT ME DOWN!!!" Alphonse protested. "Brother! Colonel Mustang? Liutenant Hawkeye? Winry? ANYBODY!!!!" "Major, lets speak with him." Aramaki indicated that the red suits carrying Alphonse follow him. "It's alright." He assured Alphonse. "We're taking you to be fixed." "Only my brother Ed knows how to fix me. If you get me near a forge my bloodseal might melt off and then I'm gone for sure!!!" Alphonse protested. "Make sure you get all my pieces, he'll check to make sure when he wakes up... Ed is... okay right?" Alphonse bent forward, reaching to the side on the gurney to grab his helmet and put it back on. Alphonse was missing an arm, it had been snapped off in the impact from the fall. Major gasped inwardly. <<He's hollow inside! How'd that happen?>> <<Perhaps its the same purpose, just a different face.>> Suggested Aramaki. <<What's that supposed to mean>> <<We'll see.>> "Which one's Edward? I'll let him know you're alright when he wakes up." Aramaki said gently. It was clear from Alphonse's voice that even though he was rather tall, he must be pretty young in there. "I'm Aramaki, Chief of Public Security Section 9." "Alphonse Elric. My brother's Major Edward Elric, the Full Metal Alchemist." Major jerked around in surprise. "Alchemist? Alphonse, alchemy's just a story, a debunct old legend." "Not true at all." Alphonse chuckled, he pulled from a pouch hanging around his waist a piece of chalk. Carefully, he drew a tiny transmute circle on the end of the gurney's supports. Then he carefully placed his remaining arm on the circle and focused. "Alchemy isn't as strong here as it is on our side of the gate, that's why you never noticed it." The transmute circle sparked. The metal of the gurney sparked melted and reformed, becoming a small lotus flower made entirely of metal. It took all the Major's restraint not to shriek in surprise. |
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