PHYSICAL STATE: Bruised abdomen, badly bruised knuckles. Moving hand and body is quite painful.
MENTAL STATE: Feeling low and tense; prone to sadness and intense guilt.
HEALTH STATE: Headaches caused by heat and exhaustion.
WORK UPDATE: Regular duty hours; no special tasks.
And I watched
As they paid the price
For my weakness
And I swore
That I’ll N E V E R
Be weak again
"Yeah, same here. Which I know is weird, considering how loud I am sometimes, but still." He shrugged and smiled at her, nodding. "Sounds good. You wanna pick a place this time?"
That quiet moments and sounds were the warrior’s favourite shouldn’t be all that surprising, given how quiet the girl was herself. She could be loud, of course, and she definitely did blow up at times— but not when there wasn’t a reason to. Even with words and speech, she tended to be quiet, keeping it to a minimal. To her, actions and motives spoke louder than words, really.
❝…I wouldn’t say it’s weird, Edward. There’s… something comforting about quiet, early mornings, isn’t there? And ah— I really do not mind, personally. ..whatever you want is fine, I suppose.❞
"That’s good. Time to yourself, I mean. Start the day off right and all that." He stretched and cracked his back. "You wanna get lunch or something today when you have a break?"
❝Exactly. I prefer quiet mornings, either way.❞ To her, there was nothing like sitting atop a building and watching the sun rise, watching the world wake up— or watching things come to live while she went for an early morning jog. ❝And sure. How about we meet up at one-thirty?❞
Ed flashed her a little smile as he pulled his jacket on, finding he didn’t actually mind that she’d heard. “My mom used to sing a lot when I was a kid, and I guess I picked it up. Anyway, what’s up?”
❝Probably,❞ she replied, returning his smile with a small one of her own. It was odd, though— Fu had never sung for her, nor had she actually grown up being exposed to music. But from the moment she’d first heard the quiet tones of the piano, or heard a soft voice sing.. she’d found that it calmed her down, soothed her. It was for that reason she’d sometimes sing herself.
❝And not all that much. I don’t have duty hours until late today, so… taking a few minutes to myself before I head off to train.❞
"Oh, uh…thanks." Ed blushed a little. "I don’t usually sing or whatever in front of people. It’s weird."
❝…you’re welcome.❞ She nodded at his words— Lan Fan didn’t sing often, but definitely not in front of people. Even humming was a thing she only tended to do when she was alone. There was always a feeling of insecurity, of self-doubt and shame whenever she did ended up singing or humming when others were around.
Doesn’t notice for a bit, braiding his hair back.
"Hm? Oh, hey, Lan Fan. How long’ve you been there?"
❝A few minutes. You… have a nice voice.❞ It was a bit of a shy comment, almost— but she meant the words she’d spoken.
Singing under his breath.
[ Sits and listens. ]
“You mean, Pokemon.” He corrected her as he took out a Pokeball, pressed his thumb against the opening to make it larger before throwing it up in the air, releasing the little green monkey that was inside of it. “You see, Pokemon help people in many ways, be it people who’re disabled, or maybe someone who just needs a friend. But one of their main goals is to team up with a trainer and battle each other, to see who’s stronger. This guy here, his name’s Pansage, and has been my friend since I was a little boy.”
With that, Pansage climbed up Cilan’s arm and sat on his shoulder, eyeing the girl in front of them, but with a smile upon his face. “Pansage, Sage!” He said, as if to say hello to her.
Pokemon? No— she definitely hadn’t ever heard of those before. Though, from the male’s explanation, they did sound an awful lot like animals… save the fact they weren’t used to battle and prove one’s strength. (Well, they were sometimes, but that was a different story, and acts the warrior strayed from.) Still, Lan Fan was confused by their appearance. They didn’t look like animals at all— some resembled animals she knew, but they were still very different. And it confused her— species she had no knowledge of, hadn’t ever heard of… it wasn’t quite making sense to her at all.
She studied the creature on his shoulder, but her frown only grew. Lan Fan wasn’t the type to shy away from new things, but part of her wondered whether this was too much. A monkey-like creature that made an awfully odd sound and seemed to be …green? It was even stranger than the fact homunculi could exist, or that chimera were actual living things and not just experiments she’d read about.
But the thing that bothered her even more was the fact that he’d mentioned battles. As a warrior, such things were natural to her. But to use animals— or Pokemon (
whatever)— to do it for you? Lan Fan wasn’t an animal lover, but she wouldn’t ever go that far.
❝…you battle with… them?❞
It wasn’t meant to be insulting, honestly— but she was just baffled by this all.
Al shook his head slowly, keeping the smile. “I’ve asked her about it, but none of her suggestions seem to work.”
He knew Lan Fan probably wouldn’t be able to help him much, either. Most Xingese citizens, especially vassals, guards, and members of the royal family, knew how to detect and read the Dragon’s pulse, but only a select few could actually manipulate it. They all had a basic understanding, which probably wouldn’t be enough to help him.
Maybe she was right. “A break might be a good idea.” He replies and shuts the book he was reading, a sly smile crawling onto his face. “I’ll take a breather, if you promise to take a break next time I catch you over-exerting yourself while training.”
She nodded again- it was the answer she’d been expecting, honestly. Part of the warrior wondered whether it had to do with Al’s soul having been trapped inside a suit of armour for so long. After all, she had not been able to sense his presence during that time, and as reading chis, like alkahestry, had to do with what they called ‘the Dragon’s Pulse’, she wondered if it had any influence. But she didn’t deem herself knowledgeable enough— so she kept quiet.
Her brows furrowed upon hearing his words, and she pressed her lips together. There were some promises she preferred not making, and the one the blond had proposed was one of them. Lan Fan was a generally honest being, and she liked to stick to her words— but with such things, she knew she couldn’t keep to them.
❝We aren’t talking about me now, Alphonse.❞
"I ate too many pistachios and now my mouth feels weird…"
❝…you aren’t allergic to them, are you?❞