[locked from all sick Alfonses]

[failed-alchemy.livejournal.com]

Does...

Can anyone, er....

*sighs, scratching his head* How can I put this...

Does anyone know any kind of medicine that can repair corrosion damage to someone's lungs?

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[roy-zaberisk.livejournal.com]

Corrosion to the lungs you say?

There's no medicine I know of to reverse it, but I could prepare something that would at least ease the pain and prevent it from becoming worse.

[failed-alchemy.livejournal.com]

Colonel...

Why is it that whenever there's bad news you always make it worse?

... *sighs* So...in a sense, it's just...delaying the inevitable. Right?

ugh I fail

[roy-zaberisk.livejournal.com]

I'm not sure what you mean, but I'm a Doctor, not a Colonel.

Not really. If the person were to take it consistantly, eventually the tissue would repair itself and the body would take care of the problem on its own.

That won't happen if something doesn't stop it from getting worse though.

[failed-alchemy.livejournal.com]

...Doctor? Another alternate timeline, then?

Consistently. Right. Sounds good, but...what if it was caused by something like...say...rocket fuel? A liquid combustible with toxic fumes? They'd have to stop messing with that stuff, huh...

[roy-zaberisk.livejournal.com]

That's right. And in my world, you're a cult leader Earl.


...yes they would mostly defnitely have to stop that.

[failed-alchemy.livejournal.com]

Royalty, huh? Guess it's not so bad for me there!

...damn. I don't know if he would or not. It's...practically all he's ever wanted to do...build rockets to go into space, I mean.

[roy-zaberisk.livejournal.com]

...it's not bad for you, but it's not great for others either...

Hmm, I have a friend who's similar, although thankfully he's not working with any dangerous fuels...that i know of at least. He better not be.

[failed-alchemy.livejournal.com]

Huh...? What do you mean?

Oh really? What's his name?

[roy-zaberisk.livejournal.com]

He's...he's not exactly the most pleasant person, and he's ruined several lives...case in point, he's responsible for my father's death.

St. Maes Cassal. He is engaged to my sister, Gracia.

[curaga-song.livejournal.com]

Repairing...corrosion?

From a poison, or something?

I...know healing magic, but I don't know about something like that...

[failed-alchemy.livejournal.com]

...it's still weird seeing so many of you here.

It wasn't a poison. Though it sort of is. It's fuel for rockets...the fumes, I guess. He's been inhaling it for years while he's been working on his project.

[curaga-song.livejournal.com]

I'm not used to seeing so many Brothers, either...

Rockets...?
That sounds...pretty bad, though.

I...can try to help, but I don't know how much I could do.

[failed-alchemy.livejournal.com]

Still...even just trying counts. Right?

[curaga-song.livejournal.com]

Of course!

[failed-alchemy.livejournal.com]

...you know the Alfons that still speaks in German here and there? And has a thick accent?

...he's the one that's really sick.

So maybe you can help him with...whatever it is you can do?

[curaga-song.livejournal.com]

I...the description sounds familiar. I'll keep an eye out for him.

...ah...

I'll try!

((ooc: Never interacted with that Alfons. orz.))

[corrupted-steel.livejournal.com]

He's what?!

ohdeargod what.

[failed-alchemy.livejournal.com]

...you couldn't tell?

I thought you homunculi had better senses than normal humans.

But it's true. And he's dying because of it.

[corrupted-steel.livejournal.com]

Oh holy -

...

...

...oh god. Even though I don't believe in -

I didn't - I didn't pay attention and -

Oh god.

[failed-alchemy.livejournal.com]

...I never paid attention, either.

And I'm...too late. Too late to do anything for the Alfons back home, too...

[corrupted-steel.livejournal.com]

Don't say that! How do you know it's too late for my Alfons?! I have to do something - anything -

Your...the Alfons back at your - he died...?

[failed-alchemy.livejournal.com]

No, but...he will.

He will, because I was too preoccupied with getting home. And only with getting home. I didn't even notice how sick he was until just before I came here...

[alfonsrepeats.livejournal.com]

*Sup. Snuck out of bed again.*

......................................................................

I'm not going to let that happen. I'm not going to let another incarnation of myself die that way.

[upyourscolonel.livejournal.com]

Stop smoking, dumbass.