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Winry! Zampano! Jerso! May! Scar! Can any of you hear me?

[ there's a cla-clank-clank in the background of this and a strange echo to the voice. The snapshot only captures flashes of forest and snow. ]

It's no good... we must have gotten separated somehow. But these wings, and the talking animals... this strange book. Just what is going on here?

[ PLUNK... PLUNK PLUNK PLUNK. CLUNK. ] Huh? [ the clanking stops. the journal's picking up on the loud, angry sounds of squirrels now. ] I-I'm sorry! I'm going now, you don't need to worry- [ CLUNKCLUNKCLUNKCLUNK! that actually hurts when you aim for the wings! ] Hey, stop throwing that!

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... Don't use that voice.

[ And this... this is the dilemma. No years-old promises he can bring up to prove his identity, here. One of these days he'll not get so excitable when it comes to familiar faces. He doesn't suppose he can get benefit of the doubt...?

Okay, stupidity for the day has been reached. ] Aa. I'm afraid it's the only voice I've ever had.

[ Pardoning his long-ago youth but who really counts that. ]

That's not possible. [ as much as he would like to believe it. things don't happen like that. this body is proof enough that the dead can't return, no matter how much you wanted them to. ]

Luceti has a certain way of working around things like that. [ Al doesn't have to believe him right out of the gate. He wouldn't know what to think if he did, really. One step at a time. At least Ed and Winry got to answering first.

And what kind of responsible Hughes would he be if he didn't try to help anyway? ]

Has anyone shown you the handbook for the place yet? [ ...hm. ] Of course, you might be a little busy for all the reading that goes with it.

[ there's a bit of a pause. ed's just gotten ahold of him and they make their plans. the book is briefly shut as Al throws it up to make the pillar and catches it again and sets it down to make his dome.

he's not sure what to do about this one. there is no way, no way at all, for a person to return from the dead. ed had confirmed that himself. the creature they'd brought back had not been their mother, and the transmutation had failed because it was simply not possible to do that. there was no possible equivalent exchange for a soul.

what al considers is that this is envy, playing some cruel trick... but winry mentioned him. and, elicia... he doubts that the homunculus could keep up an act that long and that convincingly, but he doesn't know. there are talking chimera and wings that he can feel. the journals don't really make any sense as far as he can see, either.

for a moment, he's too caught up in his own thoughts and concerns to reopen the journal.

t-temporary stall until some other threads catch up! ]

[ Oh, take your time! Timelines can be very finnicky things. ]

[ with the craziness that follows the rest of that afternoon, al doesn't get a chance to touch the journal again. he means to. he wants to open it up and... just confirm that he's really hearing that voice and seeing that snapshot. but between racing away from angry rodents and getting brought up to speed on the state of the world, there isn't much time.

eventually, before he knows it, he's ducking through the front door of the house. ]

[ Hughes just so happens to be hanging in the living room at the moment- and by just so happens, I mean he's been sitting in there waiting for Al to turn up like a creeper. And well, he would recognize that armor anywhere.

Hedging a smile for the sake of smiling, because he's not entirely sure where things are standing between the two of them right now. ]

Welcome home. [ Temporary home, if you prefer to look at Luceti that way, but still a home. ]

[ the dead can't come back. that was the first law. there was no substitute for a human soul, and any and all attempts had failed. they'd learned this over the course of their journey and- and there was no way that man should be standing in front of him.

but he is. ] Lt. Colonel... [ but it is him. and.

and i hope you don't mind this hug, man. he's not squishy and is big and metal. ]

[ oh dear god Alphonse now he probably knows what it would be like to get hugged by an Armstrong.

But, well. He understands. And once he's over the majority of having the wind knocked out of him, he'll do what he can to hug back without hitting the new wings. ]

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