[identity profile] herrheiderich.livejournal.com
[Poor Alfons, as if he didn't have it bad enough back in his world. When he arrives, he a portal in the sky opens up and he falls through it, ending up on the ground with a very loud thud. He opens his eyes slowly and glances around.]

[The place looks like a war zone since Kimbley was parading around. He slowly sits up and pats himself and goes into shock halfway because before he arrived, he was shot and now there's no bullet wound.]


sind ich in der Hölle?


[[OOC- Hi this is Tiana and this is my first time playing Alfons Heiderich so I hope I don't butcher him! Oh and the German translation for what he said, basically he was asking if he was in hell.]]
[identity profile] hei-anbeterin.livejournal.com
[It's December, so one would reasonably assume it's snowing. And what is snow good for if not making snow angels?

You know you want to make snow angels with Flora.]
[identity profile] hei-anbeterin.livejournal.com
Ah, I found this really great song in at the store and I just had to get the record. It reminds me a lot of Herr Heiderich, actually.

You should all listen to this. It's really great.

[identity profile] fletcher-gundam.livejournal.com
I think I might have a solution to this problem, I mean, of getting out of here. Lessee.. I need lots of metal..and I need Alfons' fuel formula. I'm sure I can improve on it somehow..
[identity profile] chibinoa.livejournal.com
*Be careful where you step. You might step on a 2-inch tall, sobbing Noa, with a proportionately extremely large bottle sitting nearby.*
[identity profile] nemoubliepas.livejournal.com
*Alfons was pretty nervous, at the moment...

*He had already cleared everyone else out of the dorm room for the evening (and they probably wouldn't be back until morning, at least), and he had set out the dinner (homemade Ravioli with slightly spiced meat (in a homemade spaghetti sauce), Caesar Salad with a light dressing and baked crutons, breadsticks, and a Tiramisu), already. He was dressed normally...and felt glad, because of that, that his normal clothes were presentable enough.

*he hoped everything was okay...and that Edward arrived soon - but for now he'd just nervously wait, he guessed*
[identity profile] nemoubliepas.livejournal.com
Edward...?

I-ich was wondering if du would be wanting to come over later?

*yes he is blushing*

F-for a visit, ja?
[identity profile] di-spirit-ed.livejournal.com
W-what the hell's all this business about something big happening? Or that everyone's going to die - like that nutjob was saying?

I DON'T WANT TO DIE. I'M TOO YOUNG TO DIE.

Alfons still owes me lunch and Winry-chan - I STILL HAVEN'T SEEN MY WINRY NOOOO -

Aghhh guys SOMEONE ENLIGHTEN ME ON THIS. NOA-SAN, YOU HAD NOTHING TO DO WITH THIS, RIGHT?
[identity profile] armored-angel.livejournal.com
-In the center of Central, rain has started to fall. Hard rain, coming out of a bunch of spirals of water that have suddenly appeared out of nowhere, with a floating Alphonse standing between them, wings spread.

With all the crazy things in Central, though...

Is this really that surprising?-
[identity profile] corrupted-steel.livejournal.com
Yeah, yeah, no more than three minutes.

[he dials a number he had his men search for.]

I'm just going to check up on him, that's all...


[he cradles the receiver against his ear]

Come on, Alfons, pick up.
siehatdornen: (Resigned)
[personal profile] siehatdornen
Extra, extra: I'm still sick of this place. Updates will be provided as necessary.

Stupid Central.
[identity profile] corrupted-steel.livejournal.com
[shower? Check. mouthwash? check. reservation and wallet? check. willpower? check.]

[courage not to screw this up? Uh.]

Oh hell oh hell oh hell. Uh, stop in front of that - yeah. Wait a bit.

[he's getting out of the car (which took a fair bit of rank-pulling to procure) and very suddenly fighting back a case of cold feet. he'd thought to bring flowers but hell knows if Alfons may be allergic to them. he knocks on the door - ]

H-hey, Alfons...?
[identity profile] foulmouthelric.livejournal.com
[Sitting on a bench with a bottle of rum in his hand.]

Stupid...Fuckin...Mustard..I'll show him..

[Finishes what's left in the bottle.]

Heh. Drank all his fuckin alcohooool. Ch'yeah..Fuckin fuck. That's what he gets for tryin ta fuckin..fuck me over...Fuckin fuck fucker. Motherfuck. Fucked his mother..

[Snickers and doesn't even notice the Fake Central welcome sign a few feet away.]

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