Edward Elric (
rewritethis) wrote in
concoursec2012-05-01 03:58 pm
First principles! (backdated to a couple of days after Holi)
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.
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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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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"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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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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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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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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He stood up to leave, and paused. "You can figure out where these loose pages go by yourself, right?"
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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."