#panzerherz

     The sunlight had began taking its leave as night began to make its appearance. The temperature had spiked drastically as the winds were rather sharp, but she managed to persevere. It would have been beneficial to have her Dusknoir around; however, she'd rather her companion remain comfortable inside its pokeball than float around in this nippy weather.

     Her hands were occupied with bags filled with gifts. While she had bought some items intentionally for certain people, she discovered that she may have bought more than she needed. A few products of overspending included a lava lamp, a paper umbrella, a coffee cup, and a ceramic ghost. While all of these would be super cool gifts to keep, she reminded herself that Christmas is about giving and that buying presents for oneself was frowned upon slightly.

     As she walked home, azure hues noted a rather interesting person- or at least she assumed it was a person. Orbs had been locked onto a rather large suit of armor in solitude. They carried on with their business; however, it was rather difficult to lose the trainer once her interest had been piqued. Besides, not only did they appear interesting, but they were also alone on this holiday; perhaps, she could give them a present or two or three.  

     Rapidly trekking onward, she cut the person off and set her bags down. " Hello there! Uh, I couldn't help but notice that you're alone, but hopefully I'm not bothering you! Um! " She reaches into one of her bags, pulling out the lava lamp and the small ghost figurine. Extending her arms, she offered them both forward, still not able to tell if there was a person inside the armor or not.

          It's intriguing how one would be able to tote around a suit of armor of that size around the city. Though the weather wasn't bright and sunny and was more for wearing sweaters, it baffled her how they were able to move around so easily. It was rude to ask, but she was dying to know. ❝ Hey, you have a minute? ❞

what are similarities/differences between you and your character?

i guess if anything that we’re most similar is, it’s with how we talk back to people who talk to us? if someone questions us on something we’re passionate about to make it seem otherwise, we’ll sass back without a second thought. though if you treat us kindly we’ll respond kindly, too. we have no problems with telling people how we feel at that the current time or letting it be known and we tend to keep more to ourselves.opposites, however, is the fact that i don’t believe i would be able to go into battle without a sword while only holding a banner. her devotion is quite lovely, too, something i don’t believe i would ever be able to match up to in that sense. i also feel like she’d be more naive than me in that sense haha.

what would your character do if he/she witnessed the death of their most loved?

initially she would probably be upset, even cry and grieve over their loss. however her religion would set in and she would accept their death and would believe that they were in a better place, whether it being in heaven or simply at peace. she would try to smile rather than cry or anything since she would believe that they deserve a positive attitude on the good times rather than recalling their last moments constantly.

what are the traits that you look up to in your character?

The only logical explanation that could be conceived in this situation was that it was nothing more than another impromptu test by the woman revered as their teacher. Seemingly abandoned in a location without any previous knowledge as to what to expect, it resembled the island incident sans a knife given to ensure protection. With only his brother at his side, discerning a means to once again fend in a new environment could only be accomplished through combined effort.

Alphonse had been slacking in their reconnaissance of the city though, no longer trotting at his heels obediently as instead he'd come to a gradual stop. With a marginal frown appearing at that did the older turn his golden gaze away from the awe-inspiring, although moderately intimidating, landscape to what was anticipated to be the younger enraptured by a stray cat. It proved to be quite different, an older man sprawled on the ground in an embarrassing fashion with the other Elric crouched in rapt concern beside the stranger. All the same, there wasn't time to spend on incompetent adults, and quite frankly, the blond had had more than enough of them.

The mention of their mother would normally warrant silence, a dismal atmosphere created when forced to remember the sins they'd committed. The enthusiasm the other displayed was able to prevent such, a smile, one that wasn't necessarily exultant, cast the other's way. It was all that could be managed, and Al would understand that.

"That's a great idea, Al. We can't exactly pay our respects the right way, not while we're stuck here, but this is just as good." With a little extra reassuring for good measure, legs bent to allow the blond to crouch down, gloves absentmindedly tugged off as he did so. Gold glanced upward at the imposing figure of his brother once situated, a faint grin flashed as he gestured for the younger to join him. "Let's do it like we used to, for old time's sake."

Digits made of flesh traced the proper alchemical array into the dirt of the ground with a bit of difficulty, not fully used to doing so anymore after so much time had passed without the need for it. Once completed did the alchemist clap his hands together firmly, pressing them to the ground to allow the transmutation to take place, the blue light caused by the science only flashing for a moment as the transformation had been nearly instantaneous. Leaning back on his heels to survey what had been created, the sight was revealed to the younger.

A toy horse.

Bearing the same appearance as the sort he'd made as a child, the proportions had been purposely off in order for it to perfectly resemble the one from his memories.  A crude creation, something far below the level of caliber he'd attained, it didn't matter that something far more grand could've been made without difficulty. This cheap piece had been more than enough to allow him to see the smile he'd desire, and that was all that truly mattered.