bondingalchemy: (→ looking back.)
Agent Alshire here, requesting assistance in dealing with the Bloodclan. I'm in Neon City--

[ Attachment: Location marker. ]

Currently trying to deal with the situation. Partner is with me. Lost my arm in the process.

Greg, Haku, anyone else, I'm sorry.
bondingalchemy: (→ pensive.)
...

Huh, twenty two years since that event. It seems like so long ago.
bondingalchemy: (→ believe in the me who believes in you!)
YES! I got out of the clinic and I'm all cured! I had a bit of a problem with my arm, but that's fixed, too!

Oh, and more good news! Both Alexis and Greg can come home today, so when everyone's ready to leave, we'll be en route to Neon City!

Thank you, Doctor, for all of your help, despite how stubborn we both were. I'm happy to be given a clean bill of health again!

Soooo, with this said, who wants to spend some family time?
bondingalchemy: (→ in a conversation.)
... um, so, I'm back and alive.

Thing is, um...

Winry...? I-I'm going to need repairs to my automail. My leg's creaking and my hand feels funny... and my arm probably should be looked at considering it's new.

No wrenches, though, please...? I was careful and it's still in one piece relatively speaking!

And, to those who were worried, thank you for doing so. I'm fine. Just, ow... My entire freakin' back and shoulders... think I might take a couple of days to just recuperate...

( OOC: Strikes are somewhat fail locked. )
bondingalchemy: (→ in a conversation.)
Hey, um... I wanted to thank you two for giving me my new arm. It's really coming in nicely.

I was just wondering if it's okay that I get a temporary let go to go to a birthday party while Horatio can monitor my arm to make sure I don't mess up its' healing process.

Thank you in advance.

( OOC: Since Shaun's on an official hiatus, I got his permission to say that the Doc did say yes. )
bondingalchemy: (→ that... doesn't look good.)
Hm... if I mix this with this sulfur...

*sound of chemicals being poured into beakers and swished around.*

That's a good reaction so far.

*several minutes later, there's a loud explosion coming from Sabine's room, with smoke billowing out of her door. The room is covered in pink gas - laughing gas.*

Hahaha...!

Window, window! *Sound of opening a window, followed by more laughter. Then, there's a grab for the D-Comm, however as soon as Sabine gets out of her room, there's a loud thud.*

The... hahaha... hell?!

...
...
...

Winry... and Lucca... are going to hahaha... kill me!
bondingalchemy: (→ happy times all around.)
Heeeeeeeeeeey, Ed! Ling! Anyone!

I got my automail on! Any takers for a test spar?
bondingalchemy: (→ in a conversation.)
Milady, how do you know if people will be able to do that?

There's a lot of people here. There has to be one who knows how to fix this.

But, shouldn't you wait for Miss Rockbell to fix it?

As much as I know that Winry loves automail, I want her to take time with her wrist after it's healed.

You want her to get one-hundred percent better?

Yep! You're a smart Digimon, Horatio.

Milady, you flatter me.

Heh, you're welcome.

I do think that's recording.

...!


...So.

Does anyone out there know how to make new automail? For those of you that don't know it? It's an advanced prosthetic in my world.

Um, I also don't have much money besides the money from my world, unfortunately, but I'm willing to work out a compromise with whoever does.

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