IC CONTACT (Victory Road)

[foolishwren]

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"Yo, it's Heather. I'm probably asleep or one of the Pokemon ate my 'Gear or something so I can't answer you right now. But feel free to leave a message or something.
I'll probably get back to you. ... Probably. Peace out."

Click!



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Comments

[foolishwren]

Oh yeah, he did-- but like, I guess I assumed it was either a flowery way of saying that his like... brain was in there somewhere, or that it was some kind of like... supernatural thing.

Like with me.

Anyway, not judging. It's just... surreal to wrap my mind around. I'm used to stuff not adhering to science so I guess it's even weirder to hear that it does.

[exeggutorhead]

I'll give you that souls don't really behave like your normal elemental components. Alchemists who try to treat them the same way you'd treat hydrogen or carbon are always in for a nasty surprise.

[Although give him a minute, he's just realized what she said about Alphonse maybe being a brain. He only has to think about it for a second before he starts laughing. Actual genuine laughter, not even snickering.]

Wait, oh my god, a brain? Just rattling around in the suit of armor?

[foolishwren]

_{[She snorts, reaching back over her shoulder and giving him a gentle shove in the shoulder.]}

Not rattling around, like-- suspended in a tank or something. I didn't think about it a lot, okay?

_{[Because out of the two, the supernatural option had seemed a lot more feasible.]}

[exeggutorhead]

[The shove doesn't stop him.]

No, no, you don't understand, I'm just thinking about it!

He'd get his empty helmet knocked off all the time and people would be like "AAAA OH GOD" [he feigns shock and horror, with included hand gestures of course] "IT'S EMPTYYYYY"!

But imagine...[he clearly imagines again, having to pause to laugh harder] Imagine if the helmet came off and a brain just rolled out....

[he may be about to cry this is so funny]

[foolishwren]

<sub>[... OKAY THAT IS A PRETTY FUNNY MENTAL IMAGE. Sorry Alphonse.]

[She starts snickering as well.]</sub>

That's some grade-A Re-Animator shit right there.

[exeggutorhead]

[Sorry Alphonse we know you're a sad armor boy but sometimes it's very funny especially when your name is Envy okay]

Grade A what?

[foolishwren]

--heheh, sorry. Me and my pop culture references.

S'not important.

_{[She doesn't feel like explaining that movie. Even if Envy would probably think it was a hoot.]}

Anyway...

_{[She reaches over again to plant an affectionate hand on top of his head.]}

I don't judge you for your former diet of souls.

[exeggutorhead]

[She can always tell him another time.]

Fine, fine.

[He doesn't lean into the hand, but he does appreciate the gesture. Especially because of what she says next, which gets him to grin. It's definitely nice to hear.]

Thanks. I won't go giving them out to strangers again, either.

[...well, probably.]

[foolishwren]

Definitely don't go giving them out to strangers.

If peanut butter at the store has to have a label on it that says 'Contains peanuts', you need to inform people that your red rocks contain souls before they try any.