towerofanimus | these truths are not gated

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these truths are not gated

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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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]

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!!]

[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]

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

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

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

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!

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.]

[--ooph! AAHH ED this means WAR.

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

[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.]

Brother! Stay still, would you?!

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

[NOPE.AVI

THIS ELRIC IS GETTING THE HELL OUT OF DODGE.]

[NOOO COME BACK HERE!!

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

[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.]

--hey!!

[flskjdljsdf!! CHASING!!]

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

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

Sorry, sorry. What were you saying?

You're going to regret slowing down!

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

[OK HE DIDN'T EXPECT AL TO CATCH UP QUITE THAT QUICKLY. Ed starts to run again, but it is far too late. Al slams into him and before he knows what's happening his head is under Al's arm AND HE IS GETTING THE WORST NOOGIE OF HIS LIFE OHMYGODALYOUAREHORRIBLE.]

[WAHAHAHA. VICTORY. noogie noogie noogie... SUFFER.]

Come on, Brother! I think staying in this Tower is making you rusty!

[YEP. YEP HE IS SUFFERING. MOST OF HIS HAIR IS NO LONGER IN THE PONYTAIL.]

AUGH DAMN IT, AL. WILL YOU QUIT IT ALREADY? 'M NOT RUSTY. [oh he totally is. Well rusty enough for Al to notice. Anyone else? Probably not.]

Where's that ass kicking I heard so much about? [nooooooogie. yet even now he's going easy on him... shut up he is not a softie WHAT ARE YOU TALKING ABOUT]

[Yes he is. Al is the biggest softie. YOU'D BETTER NOT GO EASY ON HIM AFTER THIS OR ED WILL BE SO PISSED AT YOU, SIR.]

Shut up! [TRYING SO HARD TO GET AWAY]

[laughing, he lets him go. he's not like SOMEONE he knows who would keep him noogie'd til he cried uncle. ahem!

he dances a few steps back, just in case, grinning at him]

Don't be a sore loser, Ed...!

[What are you talking about Al, he would never do something like that. Gosh, why would you suggest such terrible things?

He grumbles pulling out his ponytail, holding the hairband between his teeth while he fixes it. Of course, he doesn't wait until he can speak without sounding like he has a lisp to answer.]

Ok tho mehbe ah'm a -- [Yanks the hairband out from between his teeth and pulls his hair up again] -- little rusty. It's been awhile since I've had someone to spar with.

[stealing that hairband, soon as he plucks it out of his teeth!]

Maybe you just need a challenge...?

[glares and snatches it back.]

Wouldn't hurt.

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