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[ironysoul]

W-What?

My armor is strange. It's covered with these gears and... like clockwork... they're embedded in. I can't pull them off. But everything's really jerky now, and slow.

[His words are interrupted by a long, slow hiss]

What is this? A - A steam valve!? Oh, all that humidity just can't be good for the blood seal...

Hey! Where are you going! Stop, I don't want to walk this way! Hey! Armor! Turn around!! Hey!!!!

EDWARD ELRIC! YOU ARE ENTIRELY TO BLAME FOR THIS, I JUST KNOW IT.

[OOC: Al's armor has been (steam)punk'd and he's blaming it 100% on someone's recent actions.]

Comments

[aibyoukaonigiri.livejournal.com]

Alphonse-san! A-Are you okay!?

[spiritofsorrow.livejournal.com]

I'm sure you'll be all right as of midnight! In the meantime, your armor must be stunning. The sheer change that has taken place here -- I've never witnessed a "curse" before, at least not one that applies to myself. My gun is something clockwork and old; the holster is old leather and brass; even my glasses look like an old relic with pistons at the hinges. The look outside, though, is something I could get used to!

You and Edward must be close, for you to be acting this way around him. Only great friends are worthy of great...ah, panic?

[makes-you-tick.livejournal.com]

Do you need any help? I might be able to get those gears moving more smoothly.

1/idk

[fullferricelric.livejournal.com]

[guardianed.livejournal.com]

...Are you holding up all right today, Alphonse?

[songofdreams.livejournal.com]

Al? You ok?