First principles! (backdated to a couple of days after Holi)

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Characters: Edward Elric and Rapunzel
Location: Library
Rating: PG for mild language, probably nothing else.
Open/Closed/Finished: Closed
Summary: Apparently Rapunzel gets alchemy lessons now! Alchemy lessons are cool. Ed getting over himself long enough to actually be helpful? Less so.

The stack of paper on this table wasn't the thickness of a regular textbook, but it was certainly dry enough for at least three. In the figurative sense. In the literal sense, the ink was still damp on a few of the more intimidating diagrams he'd drawn, so Edward had laid those pages out over the rest of the table for the time being.

He fidgeted with a corner of the closest one until his wrist twinged painfully enough to make him stop. ...Hopefully she wouldn't ask for more notes. He would've - even for a basic grounding in the theory, he'd glossed over a lot of details - but then, he obviously didn't need the things. The thought that he might have brought too many notes and not prepared to do anything with them had yet to cross his mind.

Nothing to do but wait, until either she showed up (who knew how often she checked her computer?) or he got bored. Hell, the latter was starting to happen already, so he wouldn't be here too long.

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Rapunzel was confused, frowning a little but willing to listen as he tried to explain and help her understand. She paused for a moment, considering what he had said.

"So it's different. Different to my hair, at least. I don't need to give up anything to heal someone if they are hurt. And it's different from the magic they are teaching us here. So, the thing you give up to do the...um, transmutation, that's the exchange?" she asked, trying to get her head around it as she ran a hand through her hair absently.

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At this point there was a loud creak, and a couple of the loose pages of notes fluttered to the floor - sudden but not particularly mysterious, because Ed had just slammed his automail fist onto the table. "No, it's not different! Show me it's different!"

When he heard how that actually sounded, he looked away and quietly let his arm drop.

"Yeah... yeah, that's what happens in a transmutation. I mean, the material matters as well as the amount, but it's just another kind of value if you think about it." There, calmed down. As if the outburst hadn't happened.

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Rapunzel started at the sudden outburst, biting her lip an lowering her gaze a little when he slammed his fist on the table. She was about to ask if he was okay but it didn't seem to take long for him to calm down, so she left it.

"So, you need to have the right amount of materials. I guess that would make sense. You can't fix or make something if you don't have enough of the materials needed, right?" That was easy enough to understand, at least.

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"Right, you can't fix anything," Ed said, a little indistinctly. Maybe he wasn't totally calmed down yet.

In lieu of adding anything else - if it was just the one time, there was a better chance of her dismissing it as a fluke, not a show of actual vulnerability - and as a way of avoiding eye contact, he reached down to pick up the pages he'd knocked off the table.

But then he did find something else to say. "Sorry."

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"It's...it's okay. I guess I just...wasn't expecting such a reaction. But it's okay. I know you're trying, and I don't mean to be frustrating..." Rapunzel tried to reassure him, running her hands through her hair as she reached to tidy the notes a little while he was picking up the ones that fell off the table.

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Having restored the notes to their rightful positions, which was to say slapped them unceremoniously onto the table in front of Rapunzel, Ed tried to smile. "Don't worry about it. Everyone's gotta start somewhere. It's just..." Well, he could vent. He'd done it on less provocation before. He exhaled slowly. "You might even be right. It might be different. I wish it wasn't, but what do I know? Not like the universe gives a damn. Any of the universes."

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Rapunzel was quiet and just sat listening as Ed spoke. "Well, I'm willing to try understand what you mean. New discoveries happen all the time, right? So what we consider fact now might not be as we learn more. But that does not mean what we believe as true now holds any less meaning."

She tried to reassure him and cheer him up, though she couldn't be sure it would work or not. If he really did seem down she could always just offer to take the notes and read through them, asking any questions she had later if he would prefer.

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"That's -" true, actually. Not bad for someone clueless. He shrugged; if it looked half-hearted, it was mostly because he was still sparing that left wrist. "It's one thing to rewrite an old theory. Another when you're naive enough to think it'll somehow never get old."

But this lesson had definitely gone off the rails by now. What could he do except pick a random direction and push? Uh, metaphorically. "So... what next? Any other questions?"

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"Oh. Um, well....do you think, if I read through these notes and maybe ask any questions I might have as they come up?" since he seemed kind of tired and she didn't want or mean to frustrate him or anything so perhaps a break would do him some good.

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What, did she think Ed couldn't teach the rest either? He could teach the rest! They were smaller concepts! But... probably not until he was feeling a bit less distracted, to be fair. "Okay, do what you want," he told her grudgingly. "I'll probably still be here."

He stood up to leave, and paused. "You can figure out where these loose pages go by yourself, right?"

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"Okay. Um, just to be sure though, if you could help me make sure it's all in order?" Because the topic was not one Rapunzel was too familiar with, she might not have necessarily understood if the pages were not in order after some had fallen off the table and all. She was happy to leave Ed be for a bit and read in her dorm to give him some time to hopefully calm down a little.

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"So you can't, is what you're saying."

Ed fought to stop himself from glowering too obviously as he started slotting the by now mostly dry pages back into the paper pile. She'd get the wrong impression.

When the table was almost clear, he picked up the remaining loose sheets, eyeballed them one last time, then crushed them into a ball more violently than was strictly necessary. "There. That's all of them."