[fanfic] That Blasted Red Stone pt
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ickaimpMany many thanks to Po'e, Mel and Ela for their help with languages.
Rest assured, you're still Prats.
*wails* And I still have no idea where this is going!!!!!!!! >O
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"Get out of there!" Edward raged, pounding a fist on his brother's armoured chest. It made a hollow bell-like gong sound. "Thief! Don't make me turn you into a real cat!"
An annoyed yowl answered him. "Don't like that do you? Ha!" He raised his fist to do it again, only to be stopped as Alphonse wrapped his arms around himself protectively, much in the same manner a pregnant woman would cradle her swollen belly.
"Brother, stop it!" Al insisted, backing away. "He didn't steal any thing!"
"Then where did he get the money?" Saguru demanded, his features and tone cold.
"He earned it." Al's voice turned admiring. "He put this rope between two rooftops in the market place and did acrobatics, juggling and made things appear and disappear. People put coins in his hat when he passed it around later."
"He did WHAT?!" Saguru spouted off what sounded like an impressive stream of curses in several different flavours of language. Ed caught 'show-off' and 'magician', but that was about it.
"And no one thought he looked unusual?" Ed questioned. If word got around about a strange foreigner wandering around, it would probably cause quite a bit of trouble. And the last thing he needed was to give Mustang more ammo.
"He made a mask." Al shook his head. "No one thought he was anything other than another street performer, although silent."
"Thank god for small favours." Ed crossed his arms. "What did he do that for anyway?"
"Just what I want to know." Saguru muttered darkly. He cleared his throat, switching over to Kitty's native language.
Whatever the responding answer was, it was -far- from polite. Saguru flushed white, then pink. Ed hid a snicker. Looked like a lover's tiff to him.
"He, uh... declines to state at this time." Saguru translated diplomatically.
"Right." 'Eat shit and die' more like it. "Well, since we're already standing and ready to go, lets go catch our train."
The other two nodded, following his lead as he ambled towards the town, Al still keeping a protective arm around his middle, guarding the thief from them. Ed shook his head in amusement. What was it with Al and cats anyway?
Saguru distracted him by asking about the trains, which were evidently quite similar to older trains to their world, the conversation lasting until they got to the depot. They were in luck, there was a train leaving for Central in a few hours, meaning they didn't have to wait a few days.
"Four to Central." Ed requested from the attendant at the window, pulling out his watch for identification for the bill to be sent to his tab.
Al's chest opened, a white clad arm sliding out to drop a handful of coins on to the counter before retreating back to the safety of the metal shell.
The attendant gaped.
"Ah-ha-ha-ha." Al laughed nervously. "Didn't mean to startle you, the change got loose inside the armour."
"Right." The attendant nodded and turned his attention to processing the tickets, accepting the explanation without complaint.
"So that's what he wanted to earn the money for." Ed mused out loud. Saguru raised a stoic eyebrow and nodded in agreement.
***
"Keep out of Al!!" Hakuba resisted the urge to do something impolite as Edward continued to rant at the Kid, who crept out of the giant after the train started moving. Kid remained seated next to Alphonse, watching the short blond with a long suffering air of someone who was currently craving popcorn for a jolly good show. "He is not your personal hotel!!"
With the Kid's limited vocabulary, it probably sounded closer to 'Blah blah blah Al Blah Blah' with lots of arm throwing anyway. Hakuba had given up attempting to translate it a while back, half the words he didn't understand and were probably insults and the other half going by too rapidly for him to bother to keeping up.
Kid nudged him. "What's he ranting about?"
Hakuba sighed and paraphrased. "Bad, Kitty, Bad. Stay out of Alphonse."
"Ah." Kid nodded, unrepentantly. "Kitty?"
"Neko."
A gloved hand curved up like a paw. "Mao?"
"Entschuldige, wenn ich dich unterbreche..." Alphonse excused himself for the interruption. "Ist Kitty eine Fee?"
Hakuba blinked, trying to remember the word. Fee... fee.... he head heard that in some Märchen, Fairy Tales... Oh! Of course. Fee, Fae, Fairy. Was Kid a Fairy?
Kid waited patiently for the translation. "He wants to know if you're a magical person." Hakuba decided on. It was giving him a headache translating between three languages. But English was the closest to Deutsch and the easiest for him to translate some questions to.
The thief lit up, grinning at the large suit of armour. "Ja! Ich..." He trailed off, looking for the word before looking at Hakuba questioningly. "Ano...'Sukoshi' wa?"
"Ein Bisschen." Hakuba supplied. He supposed he shouldn't be surprised at the thief's effort to pick up the language.
"Ich ein Bisschen Fee!" Kid beamed, the joy of being able to communicate even a little bit making his face glow.
Alphonse couldn't actually smile, but he radiated pleasure at the thief's accomplishment. Edward appeared less then enthusiastic.
Hakuba quickly excused himself and walked briskly out of their car to the next one before allowing himself to burst out laughing.
Yes, Kid was a little bit Fairy...
-tbc?
Sorry, had to have at least one 'confusion of languages' scene...
Feeling better today, drank lots and slept little. >_
Rest assured, you're still Prats.
*wails* And I still have no idea where this is going!!!!!!!! >O
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"Get out of there!" Edward raged, pounding a fist on his brother's armoured chest. It made a hollow bell-like gong sound. "Thief! Don't make me turn you into a real cat!"
An annoyed yowl answered him. "Don't like that do you? Ha!" He raised his fist to do it again, only to be stopped as Alphonse wrapped his arms around himself protectively, much in the same manner a pregnant woman would cradle her swollen belly.
"Brother, stop it!" Al insisted, backing away. "He didn't steal any thing!"
"Then where did he get the money?" Saguru demanded, his features and tone cold.
"He earned it." Al's voice turned admiring. "He put this rope between two rooftops in the market place and did acrobatics, juggling and made things appear and disappear. People put coins in his hat when he passed it around later."
"He did WHAT?!" Saguru spouted off what sounded like an impressive stream of curses in several different flavours of language. Ed caught 'show-off' and 'magician', but that was about it.
"And no one thought he looked unusual?" Ed questioned. If word got around about a strange foreigner wandering around, it would probably cause quite a bit of trouble. And the last thing he needed was to give Mustang more ammo.
"He made a mask." Al shook his head. "No one thought he was anything other than another street performer, although silent."
"Thank god for small favours." Ed crossed his arms. "What did he do that for anyway?"
"Just what I want to know." Saguru muttered darkly. He cleared his throat, switching over to Kitty's native language.
Whatever the responding answer was, it was -far- from polite. Saguru flushed white, then pink. Ed hid a snicker. Looked like a lover's tiff to him.
"He, uh... declines to state at this time." Saguru translated diplomatically.
"Right." 'Eat shit and die' more like it. "Well, since we're already standing and ready to go, lets go catch our train."
The other two nodded, following his lead as he ambled towards the town, Al still keeping a protective arm around his middle, guarding the thief from them. Ed shook his head in amusement. What was it with Al and cats anyway?
Saguru distracted him by asking about the trains, which were evidently quite similar to older trains to their world, the conversation lasting until they got to the depot. They were in luck, there was a train leaving for Central in a few hours, meaning they didn't have to wait a few days.
"Four to Central." Ed requested from the attendant at the window, pulling out his watch for identification for the bill to be sent to his tab.
Al's chest opened, a white clad arm sliding out to drop a handful of coins on to the counter before retreating back to the safety of the metal shell.
The attendant gaped.
"Ah-ha-ha-ha." Al laughed nervously. "Didn't mean to startle you, the change got loose inside the armour."
"Right." The attendant nodded and turned his attention to processing the tickets, accepting the explanation without complaint.
"So that's what he wanted to earn the money for." Ed mused out loud. Saguru raised a stoic eyebrow and nodded in agreement.
***
"Keep out of Al!!" Hakuba resisted the urge to do something impolite as Edward continued to rant at the Kid, who crept out of the giant after the train started moving. Kid remained seated next to Alphonse, watching the short blond with a long suffering air of someone who was currently craving popcorn for a jolly good show. "He is not your personal hotel!!"
With the Kid's limited vocabulary, it probably sounded closer to 'Blah blah blah Al Blah Blah' with lots of arm throwing anyway. Hakuba had given up attempting to translate it a while back, half the words he didn't understand and were probably insults and the other half going by too rapidly for him to bother to keeping up.
Kid nudged him. "What's he ranting about?"
Hakuba sighed and paraphrased. "Bad, Kitty, Bad. Stay out of Alphonse."
"Ah." Kid nodded, unrepentantly. "Kitty?"
"Neko."
A gloved hand curved up like a paw. "Mao?"
"Entschuldige, wenn ich dich unterbreche..." Alphonse excused himself for the interruption. "Ist Kitty eine Fee?"
Hakuba blinked, trying to remember the word. Fee... fee.... he head heard that in some Märchen, Fairy Tales... Oh! Of course. Fee, Fae, Fairy. Was Kid a Fairy?
Kid waited patiently for the translation. "He wants to know if you're a magical person." Hakuba decided on. It was giving him a headache translating between three languages. But English was the closest to Deutsch and the easiest for him to translate some questions to.
The thief lit up, grinning at the large suit of armour. "Ja! Ich..." He trailed off, looking for the word before looking at Hakuba questioningly. "Ano...'Sukoshi' wa?"
"Ein Bisschen." Hakuba supplied. He supposed he shouldn't be surprised at the thief's effort to pick up the language.
"Ich ein Bisschen Fee!" Kid beamed, the joy of being able to communicate even a little bit making his face glow.
Alphonse couldn't actually smile, but he radiated pleasure at the thief's accomplishment. Edward appeared less then enthusiastic.
Hakuba quickly excused himself and walked briskly out of their car to the next one before allowing himself to burst out laughing.
Yes, Kid was a little bit Fairy...
-tbc?
Sorry, had to have at least one 'confusion of languages' scene...
Feeling better today, drank lots and slept little. >_
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Date: 2004-07-06 11:27 pm (UTC)"He, uh... declines to state at this time." Saguru translated diplomatically.
"Right." 'Eat shit and die' more like it.
XD Considering the amount of insults he's been flinging about, he SHOULD know. *PRAT GLOMP!!* Sankyuu for the mixed up languages scene!