ᵐᵃᵈᵉ ᵒᶠ ᶳᵗᵉᵉˡ (autoplay)

While she spoke in a casual way, this was her method of putting out feelers to see who all she had to worry about here. Really the woman should have asked about this before, but these conversations were ones she tended to avoid. Ah if only she’d run into Greed instead!

"If you're all that interested, there's currently 4, counting myself. As for who the other three are, I think it's best you find that out yourself. Keep your nose out of our business and maybe you won't have to find out." He snapped, crossing his arms. He hated dealing with other homunculi, especially avarice.

Why he did not seek out Alphonse’s older brother was a mystery likely solved by his possible grudge from when she had outsmarted them all previously. Even with his threats, she communicated with her teammates and eventually successfully took them down.

"So you humans can be taught. Maybe Father was wrong about that." Pride mused, smirking slightly. "Tell me something. People liked Alphonse, correct? I'm assuming you're included in that." He said, crossing his arms. "What if I told you he was trapped in here? I won't lie and say that it'd be a shame to kill him, he serves us no purpose now. But I could, if I wanted. And if you try to kill me, well, that'd be like killing him as well. And I don't think anyone would appreciate that, now would they?"

"You may be able to fool others with that kind of look, but I know how things really are with my siblings, even the ones from other realities."

"You may be right, but I'm offended that you would stoop so low as to call me shady. I'm not some petty criminal."

          And it was true. “At first it was like I was trying to do some sci-fi thing, because nothing was working but a little help here and there and everything slowily started to work together, three years on this baby and it’s finally done.” She smiled and touched her bike, it was really the best thing on her life, all of her work there. “I wanted full speed and this make it true, it’s faster than any nascar car.”

"This is like something out of science fiction." He said, almost in awe. It wasn't everyday that he got to see something like this. "Does it run on electricity or fuel?" He asked, looking back up at her.

Alphonse chuckled slightly, returning to his book, resting his head on hers. He didn't mind her sitting there, but he knew he probably wasn't going to be focusing on his book.

So I think I’m gonna move blogs soon, as in probably tonight.  I wanna redo my tags and stuff and the extension isn’t working and this blog is a mess.  The url will stay the same, i just want to do more things with alphonse.