Sometimes people leave you, halfway through the wood.

[garbagechild]

Who: Alphonse Elric, Envy, Greed, and Wrath.
Where: An ill-fated bakery. All around Goldenrod. The freakin' basement.
When: August 11th onwards! This is a catch-all.
Summary: The world has been pretty good to the various monsters and serial killers hailing from Amestris, but one particular villainous wild child has yet to be rehabilitated.
Rating: PG-13 for talk of abuse, manipulation, brainwashing, all that good stuff.
Log:

Continued from here.

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[exeggutorhead]

[Edmund lets out a high-pitched startled cry, covering his face with his arms and zooming down to hide behind the back of the couch.]

[HE'S JUST AS SCARED OF YOU AS YOU ARE OF HIM, AL.]

[armoredsoul]

[OKAY DEEP...BREATHS...HE'S OKAY, GOT ALL OF HIS LIMBS AND EVERYTHING.]

[It takes a bit before Al tentatively sets the book down and leans over the couch to peek at the poor little Pokemon curiously. u ok buddy?]

[exeggutorhead]

[Edmund is hovering about halfway down the back of the couch, wringing his 'hands'. Oh no, oh he'd scared the poor child, he hadn't thought that he might be frightened of ghosts...]

[He startles when Al peers over at him, and then quickly scribbles out a message on his notepad and holds it up for Al to read.]

I'm sorry I didn't mean to frighten you!

[armoredsoul]

[Al blinks in surprise when Edmund starts scribbling in so neat and clear of text; he knows very well that Pokemon can learn to write and even speak, but it still throws him off to actually see it.]

[He manages a small grin and shakes his head, already warming to the little ghost.] It's okay, I just wasn't expecting you to be right there! Did you need something?

[exeggutorhead]

[Edmund nods, looking more shy now that he's being directly spoken to.]

I just saw that you had a book I haven't seen before. I wanted to know what it was about.

[armoredsoul]

Oh! I just found it today, actually. It's about a boy who winds up part of a group of trainers helping to protect a forest where a special Pokemon lives. It's pretty good so far.

[exeggutorhead]

[Slowly, Edmund floats up to be almost 'sitting' on the back of the couch, instead of hiding behind it. He still looks shy, but not terrified.]

If you are here long enough to finish it, do you think you could lend it to me?

[armoredsoul]

[Another surprise! But Al smiles and nods easily.]

Of course! I don't see my stay here ending anytime soon, so it's no problem at all!

[exeggutorhead]

[Scribble scribble scribble. Edmund doesn't really have a mouth, but he's still clearly beaming at Al. What a polite young man!]

Why thank you. I used to be a librarian, so I always enjoy finding a good new book.

[armoredsoul]

[Al blinks a few times reading that, making a puzzled frown when he looks back up at Edmund.]

You were a librarian?

[exeggutorhead]

[Edmund gives Al a tentative little nod. He'd come to terms with what he is now a long time ago, it's just part of his world, but these otherworld trainers...they could get iffy.]

Oh, yes. When I was still a human, I worked in Goldenrod's main branch.

[armoredsoul]

[Thankfully, there's no judgement on Al's face; just surprise and a bit of curiosity!]

You were human before? What happened?