#madalchcmist

[shiroi---kumo]

·:¨༺ ✩★✩ ༻¨:·. His Highness has tried to explain the people here but it hasn't all come across well. Tähtien is feeling well today as he is most others but that leaves him to navigate this mess on his own. It's nothing like the palace. Far as he's aware there are people here from a world known as Amestris, his Highness says and they are humans he's explained.

As long as they didn't make problems for himself and His Highness, he honestly could care less. Though he would be lying if he said it didn't interest him to find out that these humans seem to be new here and while himself and his fellow co-binds were the newest to take up residence in this building, apparently the humans have only come to have been thrown in this world within the space of the last year.

And there was no language barrier.

Apparently His Highness had found most of them over the course of the last year while he was out ... looking for a boy? One of the humans' children apparently. There is a child here already - a girl he sees running about. Pilvi has only explained so much and he doesn't have the best grasp of this damn language.

So he's stopping for a moment as he sees a blond man with soft blue eyes leaving a room to step in the hall.

"Ante -Excuse me." He calls out cutting off his reflex to speaking in a language far more comfortable. He's sure that's one of these Amestrians.

"Would you mind lending me a hand for a moment?" He needs to get a few things for Tähtien and an extra pair of hands would be helpful.

|| @madalchcmist if you have time he could just a bit of help.

[angcrmanagcmcnt]

In the depths of the Comodeen, a child exits a room for the first time in days.

Kumo's room was a lovely place. It wasn't small, but it had plenty of room for her to just sit and be. And that is what she had been doing, for the last little while, but after too long one tends to go a little stir-crazy and Anger was no different.

She had known from the start that leaving this room always held a risk; either she may get lost within the(what felt like) endless halls of the Comodeen, or someone would find her and question what she was doing all by herself, or.....

Arlott would be lurking.

Even so, the risk had seemed worth it, in exchange for some kind of change in her surroundings.

As she steps outside and closes the door behind her, everything is fine. As she walks down the hallway and rounds a corner, it is very suddenly no longer fine, and she is face-to-face with the worst possibility she had considered.

Her heart nearly stops when she locks eyes with Arlott, violet against blue, and now the risk was very much not worth it.

She wants to look away, wants to run, but she can’t. She’s frozen in place, stuck to the ground beneath her.

She’s going to die here, isn’t she?

Here, in this hallway, nobody will be the wiser, nobody will be able to find her before she is returned to the Nothing she had been torn out of.

She doesn't want to die.

Not after everything, not after Kumo had already perished in her stead. Not after she finally has a friend.

Anger is scared.

She wants to turn tail and flee, she does, every instinct screams for her to do as much, and yet she still cannot move. The thought occurs to her, will they find what remains of her once everything is all said and done?

Will there even be anything left? Or will she be little more than dust clouding the air, crumbled away and forgotten as if she were never there at all?

Each thought, every possibility runs through her mind like a train on the track to certain doom. It doesn't know how to slow and Anger knows better than to hope it can ever stop.

She feels a hand on her face and returns to reality to find that he's close—too close—and she flinches away, tries to draw back away, but he's grabbed her arm and won't let her go. Panic consumes her and she tries to hit him with her still-free limb, but he's faster than she is; her heartbeat is wild and uncontrolled in her ears as he grips her other arm, though she does not quite register how gentle he is about it—only that it is there and it is despised.

It is worse when she realizes he is speaking. He shifts his grip so he is holding both of her hands with one of his, returning his other to her face, and Anger can feel it as the world seems to slow to a crawl. It is just them, now, suddenly, and she is painfully aware of how alone they are.

" It's me, baby, " he whispers, " it's just me. "

Blue eyes are warm like the sky.

That's the problem, she wants to retort, but the words get stuck in her throat and her eyes are burning and she doesn't know why.

" See? It's just me, baby bird, it's me—breathe. Can you do that for me? "

She doesn't want to. She wants to hold her breath 'til she turns blue just to spite him. But that won't get her anywhere, and she isn't stupid enough to make this worse for herself. Arlott is acting odd, but this is better than him just attacking her, isn't it?

This is confusing, but at least it doesn't hurt.

It does.

The rage burns in her lungs, makes her choke on all she wants to scream.

I hate you. Get away from me. Don't call me that. I'm not a child—I'm not your child. Stop pretending.

She once more tries to tug herself out of his grip; each breath that escapes sounds more and more like a death rattle, her lungs stuttering with each intake of air. It isn't safe here. She doesn't want to be here.

And he still just grabs the knife and twists.

" It's okay, Lyssa, you're okay, I'm right here. "

And oh, how enraged she suddenly is. That is not a name he is allowed to use. That is not her name, he lost the right to call her that name when he threw her away.

Why is she suddenly good enough to be Lyssa again?

She isn't. Maybe one day, she could be, but not yet, even though she wants it.

Oh, how she wants it.

" Go away. "

The words are small, but she can see how they sting. Anger can feel how his grip on her loosens, how he pulls away just a little, and she takes advantage of it. She pulls away too, backs up even as he reaches for her again because she doesn't want this. She thought she might have, once upon a time, but that storybook was slammed shut far too long ago.

She can't want it again. She won't put herself through that again.

" Go away and stay away. Or—or else. " Her voice trembles, and Arlott opens his mouth to speak, but in the end says nothing. She shouldn't have expected anything else from him, really.

Why did she expect something different?

She watches him, as she moves to the other end of the hallway. He just kneels there, watching her, until she moves around the corner and loses sight of him.

And she runs.

She doesn't know how to do much else.

[justaradioguy]

@madalchcmist has a question ->

He looks over, quite intrigued at the little bird that's been a new(relatively, at least) sight in the Comodeen. Perhaps....it wouldn't hurt to approach the little creature and its handler, just to sate his curiosity.

" Hello, there, I couldn't help but notice the little bird you have with you. If you don't mind, may I ask what it is? "

unprompted | always accepting

Kain picks up his small friend right before a stranger approaches, taking a button that Chicken has retrieved for him.

He turns his head, offering a friendly smile at whatever stranger has come to ask about his new favorite subject.

"Oh, sure! This is Chicken, he's a baby chocobo. They get pretty big."

[alchemic-elric]

He senses bullshit rising.

[angcrmanagcmcnt-moved]

She’s sat on the backyard porch stairs. Everything is quiet. 

She hated the quiet, but she also wanted it. 

Lyssa is alone. That’s never what she wanted, before. She hated being alone when she was back at home. That was why she always clung to her father, but now there wasn’t anything to cling to anymore. There wasn't anything or anyone. 

She’s alone, and little Lyssa Arlott just wants to go home even though there’s nothing left there for her. She hates having these memories. If she was just not mad and listened to Dad, then she wouldn’t have been hurt, and she wouldn’t be here. If she had just listened   

“ Interesting. I never thought I’d get you alone, little beast. ”

A chill runs down her spine but she can’t move. She’s staring at the ground but she was too caught up in her own thoughts to notice the footsteps getting closer. Blue eyes go wide. She can’t breathe, and this time it’s not because she can taste metal in her mouth.

“ You usually make things quite difficult for me, but it looks like you’re finally cooperating. ”

No. No, no, this wasn’t how it was supposed to go. He sounds so close, too close. A little voice inside screams and begs for her to run and Lyssa recognizes it as the monster. It sounds scared. Finally, she can recognize that fear because it’s what keeps her stuck in place.

“ Nothing to say for once? Your little quips are usually quite amusing, I must say, but I don’t mind your silence. After all, you should have never been allowed to speak a word in the first place. ”

She has to run. She has to get up, she has to get back in the house, she can’t stay here. There’s a hand that grips her wrist and she’s being pulled up and away from the stairs, and finally, Lyssa can find her voice and her fight and she can look up.

“ No. ” She’s trying to pull herself away for the first time and it hurts. It hurts that she has to get away from the first person who promised to keep her safe. The man halts and he turns, mouth open to say something, and there’s a look in his eyes as they meet hers that terrifies her until it   

...vanishes. His face is blank. He’s just staring at her and it’s quickly making her uneasy. Everything is so still and quiet and it feels like time has stopped. She thinks, for a moment, that maybe, she is safe. Little Lyssa Arlott, for a moment, wonders if she can see the man her father used to be in the eyes that reflected her own.

And then hopeful thinking is shattered as Mr. Arlott grips her by the collar of her shirt and that horrifying look is back in his eyes and so violently does he pull her closer, until their noses are almost touching(vaguely does she register that her feet are off the ground, but she really had other things to worry about at the moment). 

“ How dare you, ” the words come out in a strained hiss. Lyssa can feel the barely-contained rage simmering beneath the surface in the way his hands shake with how hard he’s gripping her and she doesn’t understand why he’s so angry. 

But it’s one question later that she does.

“ Were you truly foolish enough to think that stealing my daughter’s appearance more would save you? ” 

He thinks she’s pretending. He thinks that   that she’s the monster. Why does he think that she’s the monster? Why   

“ My daughter is dead, and no stunts you try to pull can fool me into thinking otherwise you foul little creature. ”

Oh no. He still thinks that I’m gone.

There are no more words after that. He releases his grip on her shirt and she’s back on the ground and Lyssa crumbles. Why can’t she move? This is her chance to run, isn’t it?

He’s grabbed her wrist, pulled her up to her feet again. He’s trying to pull her away from the house. 

Why can’t she run?

[wyrdify]

"What are you doing in front of my house, Mr. Arlott?” Tone low, Roy folded his arms over his chest as he locked gazes with the man. “Can I help you with something?”

[auricbound]

i forgot to share this when i made it but FUCK axel arlott all my homies HATE axel arlott

[charitybornarc]

oh.  oh he’s growling, now. he smells a rat.

[avarice-inclined]

“ i know i don’t deserve forgiveness, but i like the idea that some people think i might. ”(madalchcmist)

It’s near closing time and Greed is, not exactly tired, but definitely ready for the day to be over, and here’s this punk waxing poetic about forgiveness and shit? He doesn’t know who he is, but he does know that something about him just rubs the wrong way, and he can’t put his claw on what it is but... It sure is there.

And not going away. Just like this nuisance.

“Look, pal, you sound like you’ve had enough to drink an’ we’re about to close in like 20 minutes. Do us all a favor and head home, your whinin’ is givin’ me a headache.”

Not that he could actually get a headache, but the guy was legitimately being annoying and cryptic, and those were some of Greed’s biggest pet-peeves. If someone couldn’t be bothered with making sense then they were better off keeping their mouths shut. And if they didn’t he was more than happy to assist them.

@madalchcmist

[plantmusic]

[ @madalchcmist​ ]

“ It’s a figure of speech. A metaphor, if you will. ”

He adjusts his glasses, giving a soft hum of consideration.

“ Think of it a different way, perhaps: ‘the tallest flower calls the shears’. Is that understood easier? ”

____________________

Whatever he was trying to hint at, Russell wasn’t picking up on it. 

He liked to think that he didn’t quickly jump to conclusions, but he certainly didn’t like how that phrasing made the back of his neck prickle.

“You’re gonna have to spell it out, old man.” He said flatly. “Because as it stands, I don’t exactly like your wording.”

[shiroi---kumo]

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SKIN: pale | light | fair | freckled | tan | olive | medium | dark | discolored

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SEXUALITY: heterosexual | homosexual | bisexual | pansexual | asexual | demisexual | other | unsure | doesn’t like labels

ROMANTIC ORIENTATION: homoromantic | heteroromantic | biromantic | panromantic | aromantic | demiromantic | unsure | doesn’t like labels

EDUCATION: high school | college | university | master’s degree | PhD | other | no formal education.

I’VE BEEN: in love | hurt | ill | mentally abused | bullied | physically abused | tortured | brainwashed | shot

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NEGATIVE TRAITS: aggressive | bossy | cynical | envious | shy | fearful | greedy | gullible | jealous | impatient | impulsive | cocky | reckless | insecure | irresponsible | mistrustful | paranoid | possessive | sarcastic | self-conscious | selfish | swears | unstable | clumsy | rebellious | emotional | vengeful | anxious | self-sabotaging | moody | peevish | angry | pessimistic | slacker | thin skinned | overly dramatic | argumentative

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[angcrmanagcmcnt]

You know what?

She’s not dealing with this today.

Today is her birthday and her gift to herself is that she doesn’t have to deal with bullshit.

[madalchcmist]

                                        𝓟𝓘𝓝𝓝𝓔𝓓 𝓟𝓞𝓢𝓣

    Welcome to MADALCHCMIST, an independent FMA OC blog! I’m Lilmun, the local little Canadian Cryptid of the RPC, and I’m happy you took the time to look at this little blog of mine! Here you’ll find all the links you need in to get started(mainly for the convenience of mobile users, I know your pain), and it’s just a general greeting from yours truly!

    First of all, the links you’ll need to get started!

Dossier(Rules, About, Verses)

Anger(and Lyssa’s) Blog

    Now, for a little more about myself! I’m currently 20, and I’m in the general EST time zone but because of a messed up sleep schedule + currently being employed, I can be all over the place with replies and activity. Feel free to ask me for my discord if we’re mutuals—AKA, if I follow you from my hub blog, lilhub! This is a sideblog to that one, so I’ll always be following from there!

    That’s all for now, happy scrolling!

[alchemic-elric]

In conjunction to:  

X and ( 1 )  ( 2 )  ( 3 )  

He’s collapsed again. But it’s not the first time since he was released from the hospital a couple of months ago. He can’t get himself off the floor but Alphonse is having no issues with that, even as panicked hands lift him up from the now blood covered tile and get him back on the couch. He’s got him in this weird awkward position with pillows pushed under his back so he’s not completely flat but still close enough. 

He can’t breathe.  He can’t breathe like this.  

His breaths are labored  as he lays there and the only thing his brother can think to do is to lay a cool towel over his face. It’s got to help with something. It’s got to help with the sweat clinging to his skin and the the heat that feels like it’s burning him from the inside out. 

It’s not the first but he’s kept them to himself. It’s not the first but he’s kept them hush hush when he started coughing or felt his chest tighten up again. It’s never been major. It’s never been this. He hasn’t spat blood since the hospital - so today that is the first time since.  He had an attack the last time he had a mental breakdown. He had an attack the last time he screamed.  Raw rage releasing from his lungs reverberating through him for all he was worth. He had an attack then.  

He didn’t think much of it though. He didn’t think to tell his father or his brother because he didn’t want them to worry. He didn’t want any of them to worry .. and Sol - Sol didn’t know the signs. Sol’s never seen his attacks because he wasn’t here the last time he was in the hospital. It’s not his fault. Sol and Verna simply just weren’t here so there was no way for either of them to know when the Moon was about to collapse. 

It’s not their faults. It’s really not their faults. 

Alphonse is squeezing his hand and he wonders for a moment through the pain that’s tearing through his chest if his brother realizes how bad he’s shaking. Probably not considering the lacking body thing, but that armor is trembling and he can feel it against his skin. All Alphonse can think to do is keep him, cool, comfortable and stay by his side....but ragged breaths fail to improve. His chest hurts. His heart feels like it’s being squeezed and he feels like there’s bricks on his chest preventing him from getting a full breath. 

He’s back in that forest. He’s back in that forest, laying on that forest floor, unable to anything else but gasp and wheeze.  He wants his sun. He wants his sister. He wants his father. He can’t breathe like this and Dad knows how to make the pain subside. He needs medicine. He needs his medicine... he must have skipped a dose for his lungs to constrict like this. 

“D -Dad.” He’s coughing just to say the word. “W- Where’s - D- Dad?”  

There’s a gentle hand stroking over his head, to smooth down his hair and glide over gold locks as if in some kind of attempt to calm him. Alphonse’s hand squeezes down on his sibling’s but is to ground Edward or himself? 

“He’ll be here soon Brother. I’ll make sure he comes real soon. Verna went to get Sol. Don’t worry Brother. We’re getting them for you. Jus’ for now....don’t speak. Please you need to conserve your strength. I’m right here. I won’t go anywhere. You’re not alone, okay?” 

[angcrmanagcmcnt-moved]

Oh.

Oh, she doesn’t like that tone. At all. 

Did she do something wrong? Did Mustang find out about what she did, the other day? Suddenly Anger feels sick. 

She hates this feeling.

[wyrdify]

Right on schedule, Laura arrived after his last meeting ended. A knock on the front door signaled her arrival. Roy left the desk he spent the last couple of hours hunched over in favor of answering, grabbing yesterday and today’s work that he kept neatly filed. Though, when he answered the door, he had a feeling just from the grim look on Laura’s face that he should follow her to her car. Something was up. Quickly, he slipped on a pair of shoes and shut the door behind him.

"I handled most of the calls that came into your office today, sir,” she started, keeping that formal air of professionalism in her tone, “The head of the communications department wants to remind you of your upcoming deadline this Friday, and accounting still needs their expense report from last week.” Roy nodded as he handed her his work. Laura took it and turned to carefully put it in the back of her car. “Also, a woman named Jessie called. Sir, you can’t be handing out your number to civilians.”

“Right...” Jessie, his sister... he meant to call her that he needed to cancel his date with her for tomorrow night. He’d take care of that before he started on dinner. One eyebrow raised slightly as he watched Laura study her surroundings. It wasn’t the first time she came by his house, but... was she looking for something? Someone? Finally, he decided to ask. “What is it?”

She gave him a pointed look before handing him paperwork from today, her voice lowering for her answer. “Not to alarm you, sir, but when I pulled up to your house, I noticed someone watching.”

“Was it a military officer?” He had warned her that he was under surveillance, right? Of course, he told her it was because he was a State Alchemist and Scar was still on the loose. To his surprise, though, she shook her head.

“No, sir. A tall man, at least six feet tall, in a long coat, curly blond hair, and blue eyes. Does that sound familiar to you?”

“No...” His gaze narrowed as he shifted his paperwork to one hand. The other went into his pocket just to be sure his gloves were there. They were. Good. “Did he say anything to you?”

“No, sir. I only saw him from a distance.”

“Good. Then you should get home. It’s getting dark.” Laura gave him a nod.

“Of course. Have a good night, sir.”

“You too...” Roy waited until Laura and her car were no longer in sight before taking a look around his property himself. He didn’t see anyone who fit that description, but that didn’t mean someone wasn’t there. Shaking his head to himself, he went back inside. One of the several people in his house might just know who that was. If not, well... he would find out one way or another.