Day 34: Breakfast

[screwthegods]

[starting off in M13]

The last part of the night was little more than a blur in Homura's mind. The men had rushed in, but not joined them, instead staying off to themselves. Before any of them had a chance to react, however, a voice sounded through the air, mocking some other person Homura had never heard of, and the patients themselves.

To Homura, whoever that man was, he sounded a great deal like a god.

But before he could ask questions, the demi-god found himself no longer in the chapel, but some strange room on a bed. Is that what Kenren had meant from his earlier warning? Homura sat up, glad at least that the world didn't spin when he did so. Then the same man from before began to speak again, with a completely different tone. It was confusing to hear him talk that way, calling them patients instead of prisoners as he had before. Homura listened quietly as the announcement was made, then got out of bed.

Maybe he wouldn't have to go anywhere yet. It wasn't like Homura knew where to go anyway, and that meant he had time. If this was his room, and if he had been here as long as Kenren had said, there was a chance he could find something with answers. The Taisho had even told him that Homura had seen Rinrei. Certainly he would've written something down, made a map, something that could let him find her again! He started with the desk at the end of his bed, first finding a small stack of notebooks. Picking up the first, he flipped through, turning the pages with quickening desperation as he found each one to be blank.

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[grosse-sklaven.livejournal.com]

Normally Adelheid might have been willing to explain about Edward and the others, as it was hardly uncommon knowledge in the Institute. But sadly... since Hohenheim withheld some of his information, so too would Adelheid withhold some of his own. Especially now that he knew about the threats surrounding his friend. "Our efforts are appreciated, but not by everyone. Suffice to say that I can learn from anyone who has the proper technique."

"Still... I do actually have one item in mind, when you're next available. I haven't had the chance to try a wood-based transmutation; if you have free time some night, I'd like to at least see what you can do." Adelheid felt very strongly about the weapons he made, after all. He still needed to investigate Skuld and see if what she was making was up to snuff, but he wanted to make sure that the 'dabbler' could make something up to standards. After all, someone's life could be on the line with those weapons; that was a heavy responsibility.

[only-logic.livejournal.com]

Not by everyone? That seemed a little ridiculous, given that this group of people was providing the Institute population with free weapondry. Well, free as far as he had heard so far. The worst that he heard was that patients would have to collect the elemental components and then it would be transmuted into a more usable form. “It seems strange that your work is not appreciated,” he offered. “It’s such a good service, especially in a place where it appears to be difficult to find items that can really defend oneself with.”

See what he could do? His first alchemy teacher had said those words to him a very long time ago, and it brought back a fond smile to his lips. Such carefree days. “What transmutations are you currently able to do? Steel, obviously.” He had made Eileen a baton, but he wasn’t sure he could make weapons for everyone. It would be a full-time job, and he had just had one as a Professor.

He sipped his milk and smile pleasantly. “If you like, I could meet you tonight some time or tomorrow night. My skills are rusty though, just to warn you.” Lust didn’t seem to think so.

[grosse-sklaven.livejournal.com]

"That's how people are... sometimes there are other reasons that outweigh what we can do." His mind was on Envy and the hatred that the homunculus apparently held for Edward. With such irrational hatred, with unreasoning fury, there was nothing that alchemy could do. Except possibly form a weapon to remove the problem.

Ah well. There were more pleasant topics to discuss, such as alchemy. Which was far brighter, as far as Adelheid was concerned. "Steel and iron, as well as cotton and some fire alchemy as well. A bit odd, perhaps, but that's the mix that I've managed to observe so far. I'm hoping that I'll be able to see more later... as for your offer... I would like that. I'm going to be busy tonight, but tomorrow night I'll be happy to accept. Thank you."

[only-logic.livejournal.com]

"Jealousy, I'm sure," he murmured with a small shrug of his shoulders. "And there are some out there who dislike the skill for what it represents rather than for what it can actually do in a beneficial light." Also, some simply didn't have a hand for the skill even with vast amounts of training. Some had it, but others did not.

Nodding his head to the choices, it was a good base to continue studying from. All of them had means to coming together for creating weapons. "I take it you have seen how to meld those aspects of alchemy together to save time then?" A waste of time and energy if not, since it would require too many transmutations to reach a finished product. "Certainly. I can show you wood-based alchemy then. Dead wood is easier than live."

[grosse-sklaven.livejournal.com]

"Something like that," Adelheid agreed. There was envy, and... well... Envy. Then there were some individuals who'd seemed to have a disdain for the entire practice. Not many, thankfully, and they probably weren't going to turn up their noses at the power that enabled so many individuals to fight on equal terms with the monsters of the Institute. Alchemy was a potent force, and Adelheid still had to wonder why he wasn't marketing it better. Perhaps because he knew that Edward was a kind-hearted boy who wouldn't make use of it in such a way.

"Some of the combinations, yes." Though Adelheid didn't want to admit that while he knew how to combine the transmutations, he didn't quite have the level of skill to pull off the two transmutations together quite yet. Nor the energy; he couldn't even make a sharp blade if he made a weapon too large. Aggravating, that; especially for someone who wanted to make as perfect a product as possible. But at least he was constantly getting better; constantly refining his methods and learning how to better focus his energy. As for the offer, he smiled gratefully at Hohenheim. "I'd appreciate that a lot, sir. Thank you."

[only-logic.livejournal.com]

Nodding his head, Hohenheim finally pushed away his tray and tugged the bandages around his right arm straighter. He then wiped his hands down his shirt to methodically push out any wrinkles and grasped the book he had lay on the table. He gave Adelheid a pleasant smile and rose to his feet.

He wanted to check the bulletin board before they were forced into other activities. Besides, he was finished eating.

Folding his arms behind his back, he nodded his head to his dining companion. "Oh, if you see him, give Edward my regards," he remarked before starting away from the table. Only one alchemist here was an experty on such transmutations as steel and other metals. It was Edward's forte.