[log] Did the devil say to you, you can make it through [closed]

[spoileralert]

Characters: Steph, Zach, Al, Church, Luna, Kesara, Watson, Quark, Tifa
Location Building 58 and environs
Date: Days 157/158
Summary: A meeting of many people
Warnings: In comment headers, please!

58: A simple single-story building, the snow weighs uneasily on it, and it creaks and groans under the strain at the best of times. It's very dark, and only the kitchen and living room are intact. The kitchen has a back door. Two snowmen have been built outside. A message has been written on the wall in blue ink: "Don't wreck the snowmen! That's super mean!" "ALPHONSE ELRIC, MAMI TOMOE, FREYA CRESCENT, GREED, EDWARD ELRIC, STEPHANIE BROWN, DAY FORTY ONE, TRAVELLING EAST." has been carved into one of the walls. The following has been written on the wall in blue pen: "This is Building 95 97 on the composite map. Contact @CaptSteveRogers for details." Underneath this is a fairly accurate map showing the house in relation to the school and buildings 29, 35, 35, 37, 40, 41, 47, 48, 50, 53. House 34 is labeled "Medical assistance; hot, clean water. Contact Dr. Epps @claytonator". The school is labeled "School. Food available in cafeteria; DO NOT STAY HERE OVERNIGHT." The shed is labeled "Shed".

Comments

[armoured]

[No argument on Stein or House, though Al has avoided Stein since pretty much their first conversation. Hopefully nobody has noticed.]

I'd really like to be able to do that too; heal someone, I mean. Where I'm from, alchemy is primarily combat based, so all I really know how to do is fight. But over in Xing they have alkahestry, which is used to heal people from wounds almost immediately. It's amazing, and it must be so nice to know you're making a difference in a positive way.

[jumpthegun]

Fighting helps people sometimes, too, y'know? It's how we defend our country and our friends from harm. I was a medic when I was in the Army, but I wasn't with the medical corps, Al. I joined a combat unit--I wanted to fight, too.

[armoured]

Oh, I know. Fighting is sometimes necessary and it can protect the people around you, but it would still be nice to be able to help in a less, uh, destructive way.

[He shrugs.]

I don't think I'd want to give up fighting to be able to heal, maybe both is the best way. You're lucky, you know that?

[jumpthegun]

[Lucky. That gets a mildly bitter laugh from John. He covers it quickly with a shrug.] I loved doing what I did in the Army, yeah. And my work after. Maybe when you get back home, you can see about training to be a medic, yourself.

[armoured]

[Don't think he didn't hear that, mister.]

But you don't think you're lucky?

[Just asked mildly.]

[jumpthegun]

I was sent home from the war because of an injury, and lost my best friend on a case. I was lucky to have what time I did.

[armoured]

I'm sorry.

[He shrugs, metal clanking quietly.]

It's good that you can see how lucky you've been, though. I bet your friend would be proud of what you're doing here for everyone.

[jumpthegun]

[Al, he really wishes you wouldn't do this.]

Mm. [It's a non-committal sound. Some of the things he's done, Sherlock might be all right with. Some other things? Well, Sherlock can be a selfish git, so he'd probably tell John off for other things.]

Think we're getting close to the pharmacy. We can make the hospital if we just press on. Probably best, that.

[armoured]

[Al is absolutely positive that any friend would be proud. It's how he comforts himself about Ed, knowing every time he tries to help then his brother would be proud even if he's not around to see it.]

...yeah.

[It's soft, knowing, but he won't press this time.

He'll just let Watson walk on ahead and fall back to talk to one of the others.]