[ficlet] FMA: Not the Elric
Mar. 27th, 2004 10:11 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
ickaimpJust a random scene that was amusing.
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"Good afternoon, Colonel Mustang." Alphonse's polite tones greeted him over the loud clunking of the armour.
Mustang paused, his back to the door as he looked out the window. That was Alphonse's voice, certainly, but it sounded wrong. Lacking the usual metallic sound that accompanied it.
He frowned, discretely getting ready to snap with his gloves as he turned his chair around.
The large armour of Alphonse stared down at him, but there was something a little off with it. It stood incorrectly. For a walking suit of armour with the breath and width that Alphonse did, he usually seemed to slouch a little bit, as if trying to be smaller. This Alphonse stood straight and tall, almost smug.
Next to the not-Alphonse was a small boy in a red hooded jacket, drawn to cover the golden hair. And while it had been close to six months since he had last seen them, he was quite sure that Fullmetal was not -that- small.
The amber eyed boy smiled at him shyly, shuffling his feet nervously at the scrutiny. "Hi."
Mustang's frown deepened and he debated calling for security. Hawkeye would kill him if he caused a mess in the offices again. Paper work was too easily flammable.
The not-Alphonse's head turned towards the smaller figure. "I'm insulted." The giant figure commented, the large arms reaching for the head. "I would have thought of all people -you- would have recognised us Colonel."
The head came off, revealing Edward Elric’s grinning face, the long hair that escaped the braid plastered against his skin. "Turns out there's a reason why Al's armour was so big." Ed commented casually, setting the head down and pulling off the metal gauntlets to reveal normal fleshy human hands. "Without anything weighing us down, us Elrics grow to be quite big."
Alphonse pulled down his hood, revealing his own short hair and ten-year old features as he added helpfully "Our mission was a success, Colonel."
-fin-
-Based off the idea that we think that if Al gets his body back, he'll get his 10-year old body back. Because depending on the elements around a growing body, it will effect how it matures. Therefore there are many varations on how his body could appear at this point if he had matured naturally. (diet, excercise, etc etc)
And armour is usually made to fit the person wearing it. Seeing as tho the large suits of armour were resting in the house, it wouldn't surprise me if they were their grandparents/uncles/relations old armour that they were holding on to. Therefore the Elrics prolly run towards the large size. Tho not Armstrong big... o_O
Put Ed about the time that most boys hit their growing spurt, minus the heavy auto-mail, plus a steady source of food and prolly not so much magical activity (hey, the energy's gotta come from -somewhere-) he'd prolly shoot up like a weed.
... much like my youngest brother who suddenly went from around my height to well over a head taller than I am in under a year. ¬_¬
Anyway, gotta run, heading up to Little Tokyo for lunch and plan out train maps in Japan.
we leave THURSDAY @_@;;
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"Good afternoon, Colonel Mustang." Alphonse's polite tones greeted him over the loud clunking of the armour.
Mustang paused, his back to the door as he looked out the window. That was Alphonse's voice, certainly, but it sounded wrong. Lacking the usual metallic sound that accompanied it.
He frowned, discretely getting ready to snap with his gloves as he turned his chair around.
The large armour of Alphonse stared down at him, but there was something a little off with it. It stood incorrectly. For a walking suit of armour with the breath and width that Alphonse did, he usually seemed to slouch a little bit, as if trying to be smaller. This Alphonse stood straight and tall, almost smug.
Next to the not-Alphonse was a small boy in a red hooded jacket, drawn to cover the golden hair. And while it had been close to six months since he had last seen them, he was quite sure that Fullmetal was not -that- small.
The amber eyed boy smiled at him shyly, shuffling his feet nervously at the scrutiny. "Hi."
Mustang's frown deepened and he debated calling for security. Hawkeye would kill him if he caused a mess in the offices again. Paper work was too easily flammable.
The not-Alphonse's head turned towards the smaller figure. "I'm insulted." The giant figure commented, the large arms reaching for the head. "I would have thought of all people -you- would have recognised us Colonel."
The head came off, revealing Edward Elric’s grinning face, the long hair that escaped the braid plastered against his skin. "Turns out there's a reason why Al's armour was so big." Ed commented casually, setting the head down and pulling off the metal gauntlets to reveal normal fleshy human hands. "Without anything weighing us down, us Elrics grow to be quite big."
Alphonse pulled down his hood, revealing his own short hair and ten-year old features as he added helpfully "Our mission was a success, Colonel."
-fin-
-Based off the idea that we think that if Al gets his body back, he'll get his 10-year old body back. Because depending on the elements around a growing body, it will effect how it matures. Therefore there are many varations on how his body could appear at this point if he had matured naturally. (diet, excercise, etc etc)
And armour is usually made to fit the person wearing it. Seeing as tho the large suits of armour were resting in the house, it wouldn't surprise me if they were their grandparents/uncles/relations old armour that they were holding on to. Therefore the Elrics prolly run towards the large size. Tho not Armstrong big... o_O
Put Ed about the time that most boys hit their growing spurt, minus the heavy auto-mail, plus a steady source of food and prolly not so much magical activity (hey, the energy's gotta come from -somewhere-) he'd prolly shoot up like a weed.
... much like my youngest brother who suddenly went from around my height to well over a head taller than I am in under a year. ¬_¬
Anyway, gotta run, heading up to Little Tokyo for lunch and plan out train maps in Japan.
we leave THURSDAY @_@;;
