alchemest1

Oh ok. I'm pretty good :) SAT preparation and what not. It's that time of my life

Wow really? Your New Year is in October? Why is that? -feels like she's asking a dumb question-
^^ Glad to hear you're doing well then

"My apologies, Lt. I'll get it right next time," Holmes said, turning to grin a little over his shoulder. As he turned his head back, he caught the end of the Lt's salute. He nearly tripped over his own feet, but managed to catch himself.
I guess I'm one of them now...But it makes sense. I'm only a private- so low on the totem pole that no one else would bother with me. It makes me the perfect messenger.

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Meanwhile...

Havoc sat up in the attic bedroom where Holmes had put him. It gave him a nice view of central, which was a damn site better than the hospital's view.
"Except for the nurses! Damn it, Holmes! Bring a girl here once in a while, will you?!"

Havoc was the Pvt's sole confidant. He know about Holmes' feelings for Hawkeye. It was Havoc who told Holmes he should learn alchemy, if he was able.
When insurance money ran low, and Havoc was starting to worry he was a burden to his parents, Holmes had showed up to take him in. It wasn't just a clever manuever; Holmes genuinely liked Havoc and did what he could to keep him in the loop.
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Holmes stood outside Mustang's office for what seemed like hours. Just as he got his courage up to knock on the door, a giant hand clapped him on the shoulder.
It was Major Armstrong.
((Do you mind being the Major? I was thinking he'd tie in when Mustang sends Holmes to Briggs))
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"You should really try to like the Colonel, Ed. Even though I can't disagree with you. I hope...you know. I hope he and all of his men are okay. I can't help wanting to check up on them. We're the kids, but the adults are the ones in trouble.
Let's see...Central is only one stop away from Tirol town by train...we're only a few minutes away."
Al clapped Ed on the shoulder. "Well, at least we can get the special rates on the train. One piece of baggage, and one child's ticket."
Al snickered, wondering how Ed would react. It was better he got all this out of his system BEFORE they met the Colonel.

Holmes heart skipped a beat. He had a thing for Lt Hawkeye, and he was sure she was going to figure it out sooner or later.
"I'm familiar enough with the situation to know that the weather isn't the only cold thing at Ft Briggs. I hear certain hearts have frozen over as well..."
Holmes adjusted his position, standing up straighter at Hawkeye's comparison of him to Mustang. And at her smile, he was sure he didn't look like the tough pvt role he was trying to play.
"I'll report to Col Mustang immediately. Thank you..."
Holmes gave the Lt a brave smile, and turned to leave, but stopped short. He breathed in once, then turned back to the Lt.
"Lt, I nearly forgot. I brought you coffee this morning. Regular, black. I hope the bottom of the pot is okay. It's all they had left at the diner."
Holmes gave the Lt a meaningful glance, hoping she would realize he meant for her to read the bottom of the cup. On the bottom, he had put an address. It was a safehouse of sorts, and it was being manned by a special guest.
He hopes the cigarette insignia would be enough to get the message to her.
After one more salute, he was gone. He hadn't walked farther than around the corner before he began to worry for her.
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Al tried to stifle his laughter. It was so easy to rile up Ed sometimes.
"Sorry. I guess I'm a little homesick. Ed...about our bodies...I mean...where do we go next? We should try to get a lead. I know you don't like him, but the Col might be able to help."



Ed looked down and shook his fists balled and vein pulsed in his forhead. Speaking slowly through his teeth Ed didn't turn to face Al. "Who are you say is to short that if he wanted to he would have to have the girl on her knees to reach with pole." Ed Turned around and growled at Al. I don't visit home because We still haven't found a way to get our bodies back. Once we do we will return home. As for Winry. She has nothing to do with why we don't go home often. Besides the last thing I want is a wrench to the side of my head. She would take a look at my arm and try to tear me apart.