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[hands4healing]

"You've reached Winry Rockbell! I'm sorry I'm not here to take your call.

...If this is Ling Yao, no, I won't marry you.

...If this is Edward Elric, what did you do to my automail now?

Please leave me a message, and I'll get back to you as soon as I can!"


[OOC: Please tell me which game you're contacting Winry about! Thanks.]

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cw: death

[hands4healing]

When I was dying...my soul was being sucked out of my body. It was the leader of the country ordering it to happen. Well...his leader. But we were all dying. And all I could think of was how Ed and Al had promised me they wouldn't die, and I was the one...

[She takes a deep breath.]

Tell me about Morgoth and Melkor. Melkor's the one who attacked you, right?

[firstborncopper]

He was what? [That sounds like a horror even worse than Angband. Even Morgoth had been able to simply rip a soul from its body against its will, only kill the body.]

Aye, it was Melkor. We no longer use that name, though. It is sometimes hard to remember that most people here have no reason to doubt him. In my world, everyone knows his crimes, everyone has suffered from them.

[hands4healing]

It was alchemy - a country-wide transmutation circle. Somehow, however it was activated, it was designed to take the souls from people. When I was brought here, my soul had just been ripped away.

[And it's difficult to talk about, but she does.]

He sounds something like Mr. Kimblee. I mean, that he's hurt a lot of people.

[Though Mr. Kimblee had never physically hurt her. He had hurt Ed and others. Winry feels a surge of fury at the thought of Mr. Kimblee, in jail, still alive when he'd hurt Ed.]

[firstborncopper]

That is... obscene. What possible excuse could there be for killing an entire nation?!


[He sighs.] Perhaps he is something like Kimblee would be if he ruled a country powerful enough to make war on all its neighbors at once.

[hands4healing]

To create a Philosopher's Stone.

[Matter-of-factly.]

Oh...that sounds like Fuhrer King Bradley...our ruler back home.

[firstborncopper]

What kind of stone?

Does he make monsters, also?

[hands4healing]

A Philosopher's Stone. Ah...talk to Ed. He can explain it better than I can.

Fuhrer King Bradley is a monster.

[firstborncopper]

I will.

So is Melkor now. And he breeds more.

[hands4healing]

Fuhrer Bradley...I don't think he can have...or make others. But he's one of seven...

Mr. Kimblee worked for him.

[firstborncopper]

You are fortunate, then. Melkor made the dragons of my world. Before that, he made orcs and trolls. I do not know how but we believe he used men and elves to make the first orcs.

[He laughs but the sound is sad.]

I was one of seven once. Some of our people would say we were monsters. We may not have used Melkor's methods but they were not entirely wrong.

[hands4healing]

And who made the Flare? You're helping me. And helping Ed. And I appreciate it. You're doing so much for us.

[firstborncopper]

Who knows? We know so little about it.

It is the least I can do. Besides, I owe you both. [Yet if that were the only reason he helps her, he would not stay to talk or make plans to get her foods that he hopes will be more appetizing.]

[hands4healing]

No, we don't. For all we know, someone made it on Newt's world. Or maybe it's natural. Either way...

[Winry loses track of what she is saying for a moment.]

You really are all right, Maedhros?

[firstborncopper]

Can something such as this truly be natural? To make someone act so completely other than who they are?

[He blinks, taken back by the sudden question.] Of course, Winry. You need not worry about me.

[hands4healing]

It's making me...tired. [Better than angry at the moment, surely.] I'm having a harder time remembering...

[She shakes her head.]

My blood. If I get better, it could provide an antidote. Or part of one. Something to work off of.

[firstborncopper]

Then perhaps you should rest. Call for me if you need me. Otherwise, I will see you tomorrow.

I suppose we shall see when you are better.

[hands4healing]

I will, Maedhros. Thank you again.

[She heard your 'when'.]

Go get some rest...I'm sure we both need it.

[firstborncopper]

I will. Until tomorrow.