these truths are not gated

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Characters: [OU] Alphonse Elric and YOU?
Setting: Room 1-08, and then exploring the tower. Just mention where you are in your subject or tag!
Format: I'll mimic you.
Summary: Al wakes up in the Tower, and wonders what the fudgsicle is going on.
Warnings: Copious amounts of puppy dog faces? welkrj idk, none on Al's end! Will edit if anything happens.

As soon as the sleep paralysis had worn off, Alphonse was sitting bolt upright in his bed with a start, breathing hard and fast--

...

Where...?

Disoriented, his eyes quickly seek out his surroundings, but... he doesn't recognize anything. Not a single thing, and when he turns his head, he finds something odd and vaguely tight around his neck. Fingers lift to investigate, and...

A choker? Some kind of collar or tubing? He's even more perplexed and bewildered, simply confused and at odds as he almost numbly finds his feet with caution. Had someone kidnapped him...? But he doesn't remember anything unusual before he had fallen asleep, and... aside from the addition to his anatomy, he doesn't appear to be injured.

When he tests it, he finds the door isn't locked, either. (He's completely missed that handy little note, hasn't he?)

Al is wary and on his guard, uneasy -- concerned as he carefully pokes his head out of the door and into the corridor. This is all so strange... what exactly is going on here? It looks like it might take a little exploration before he can find out...

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[flksjdf you stupid. he gives a little quiet, almost not there kind of chuckle, hugging him tighter still. brother >:]

Remember for now on, okay?

And something big like that... definitely counts.

[unexculpable]

[m'not stupid shut up, he nods sob Al why you do this]

Heh, sure thing. I don't plan on making something like that a regular occurrence, but... I'll tell you.

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[because he loves you okay. someone has to look out for you here, and it looks like that job's all his for now.]

Good...

So... don't get yourself hurt anymore. You've already been hurt enough.

[unexculpable]

I won't.

... Not on purpose, anyway. Same goes for you, too. Broken ribs are not something you ever want to deal with, trust me. It sucks.

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[.......may now be poking your ribs, bro. (gently. just in case. never know with you.)]

I'm not the one always getting into trouble, Brother. But I'll keep that in mind.

[unexculpable]

[WOW. OK. RUDE???? Ed squirms and swats at his hands]

Wh-what the -- H-HEY! Stop it! My ribs are fine, jeeze!

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Are you ticklish?

[sflksjdf now he's got to poke to experiment!!!]

[unexculpable]

NO! Knock it off!

[DON'T YOU DARE. ALPHONSE WHAT ARE YOU DOING THIS IS NOT OK. NOT OK AT ALL. HE IS BACKING HIMSELF INTO A CORNER HERE AND IS SQUIRMING WAY TOO MUCH. Yes, yes he is ticklish, actually. SO STOP IT.]

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[...haha. well, what better way to forget your tears than to tickle them away?!

he's following after, wiggling fingers menacingly.]

You are, aren't you? Come here, Brother!

[unexculpable]

N-NO. Al! Alphonse don't you dare! I swear I will kick your ass! [fffffffffuuuuuuuuuuu AL YOU ARE GOING TO BE IN SO MUCH TROUBLE]

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Come on! Let's see you try it--!

[HEY REMEMBER WHO NEVER DEFEATED WHO IN A SPAR HERE

MISTER

HEH.... HE IS SO NOT WORRIED /cackles... inwardly...

yeah he is so GOING IN FOR THE TICKLE-KILL!!! your ribs are FORFEIT!!]

[unexculpable]

[LIES WHAT ARE YOU TALKING ABOUT ED HAS SO TOTALLY BEATEN YOU THAT ONE TIME. IT WAS FOREVER AGO AFTER LABORATORY 5 WHEN ED WAS IN THE HOSPITAL. IT STILL COUNTS. EVEN IF YOU WEREN'T REALLY TRYING AT ALL.

... At least that's how he's remembering it, ok? Ok.

OK SO IT KIND OF DOESN'T COUNT AT ALL, BUT... YOUR FACE.

sob. his life.

And then he is TRAPPED AND THERE IS NO ESCAPE AND HE CAN NOT BREATHE DAMN IT LAUGHING TOO HARD AL YOU ARE HORRIBLE]

Sh-shut up! [JFKDSL SQUIRMS AND LAUGHS AND GASPS]

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[best sound in the world *^* he is grinning like an idiot.]

What's wrong? I thought you were going to kick my ass!

[unexculpable]

I am! [OH GOD HE IS CRYING HE IS LAUGHING SO HARD] Y-you - pffffthahahaha -- you just wait!

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Are you going to wheeze at me to death? [TICKLE TICKLE TICKLE] I don't think that's going to work, Brother... you might want to try a new approach!

[unexculpable]

No problem!

[OK. OK. OK. THIS NONSENSE WILL STOP RIGHT NOW.

He grabs a pillow from behind him and throws it at Al's face. LOOK A DISTRACTION.]

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[--ooph! AAHH ED this means WAR.

he gives a laugh and then is catching it to smush it in Ed's face in return.]

[unexculpable]

[OH HELL NO.

ED WILL USE HIS SUPER AWESOME RIDICULOUSLY QUICK LIGHTENING REFLEXES TO GET OUT OF THE WAY. He will not be taken down by this pillow. Absolutely not.]

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Brother! Stay still, would you?!

[LSKJDF HE IS GIVING CHASE, pillow in hand. HE WILL GET YOU!!]

[unexculpable]

[NOPE.AVI

THIS ELRIC IS GETTING THE HELL OUT OF DODGE.]

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[NOOO COME BACK HERE!!

he's going to toss this at the back of your head as he chases. WHAT IS TAKING KIDNAPPING SERIOUSLY??]

[unexculpable]

[NO THEY ARE TAKING THIS THE MOST SERIOUSLY.

The pillow smacks the back of his head and he lets out a laugh as he picks up the pace and SPRINTS down the hallway.]

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--hey!!

[flskjdljsdf!! CHASING!!]

Where are you going? I thought you were going to show me, Brother--!

[unexculpable]

[He laughs, skidding to a stop and waiting for Al to catch up.]

Sorry, sorry. What were you saying?

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You're going to regret slowing down!

[sldkjf HE IS SO GOING TO BARREL INTO YOU AND NOOGIE YOU. JUST YOU WATCH]