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concoursec2013-07-12 12:31 pm
om_nom_namur) wrote in concoursec2013-07-12 12:31 pm
Entry tags:
Boostin' ALL yer signals
Characters: Edward Elric, Namur
Location: Gaulg Mountains
Rating: PG at least for language
Open/Closed/Finished: Closed
Summary: Namur doesn't do technology very well. Ed does! But he's a brat. Good times!(?)
The radio tower loomed overhead. Namur couldn't even make out the top of the thing, but that wasn't anything particularly new. Doing a mission without one of his brothers, though. That was new. But if he was going to stick around, it needed to not be. If there were going to be battles and wars, he needed to know more than just a few select people.
He remembered Ed from the battle for Tears' Point. The boy who tasted of blood and metal. Even now, clean and healthy, he could still taste it. Namur'd be lying if he said he wasn't curious where that came from. And anyway, Ed seemed to know his way around computers and the like. Convenient, since the radio tower needed maintenance, and Namur wasn't exactly the best candidate for actually fixing the thing if left on his own. But it was one of the missions he could take that didn't seem like a ridiculous waste of time, and Ed had been willing to act as escort. So here they were.
Namur scratched the back of his head as he looked at the tower.
"So uh... What exactly am I s'posed t' do 'gain?"
Location: Gaulg Mountains
Rating: PG at least for language
Open/Closed/Finished: Closed
Summary: Namur doesn't do technology very well. Ed does! But he's a brat. Good times!(?)
The radio tower loomed overhead. Namur couldn't even make out the top of the thing, but that wasn't anything particularly new. Doing a mission without one of his brothers, though. That was new. But if he was going to stick around, it needed to not be. If there were going to be battles and wars, he needed to know more than just a few select people.
He remembered Ed from the battle for Tears' Point. The boy who tasted of blood and metal. Even now, clean and healthy, he could still taste it. Namur'd be lying if he said he wasn't curious where that came from. And anyway, Ed seemed to know his way around computers and the like. Convenient, since the radio tower needed maintenance, and Namur wasn't exactly the best candidate for actually fixing the thing if left on his own. But it was one of the missions he could take that didn't seem like a ridiculous waste of time, and Ed had been willing to act as escort. So here they were.
Namur scratched the back of his head as he looked at the tower.
"So uh... What exactly am I s'posed t' do 'gain?"