Hacking 004

[technologic]

Action | Outside 918 Bilko Boulevard.

[April had wanted to hide in her room for a while, after what had happened last week. She had acted so cold and that fight with Greed... But, hiding wouldn't solve anything, and hey, she got an envelope in the mailbox. She isn't too happy when she opens the envelope though, as she immediately doubles over from pain and collapses onto her knees.]

Agh... D-dammit...

[There doesn't seem to be any open wounds on her, but the scars that have made an appearance on her arms might be an indication of what's wrong.]

Phone

[Sometimes later, April makes a phone call. She still sounds in pain, but not as bad as earlier.] Does... does anyone know any first-aid stuff for treating old wounds? I've gotten some back, and they're hurting like hell...

... And, um, for anyone who saw me last week, I-I'm sorry about how I a-acted...

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[unexculpable]

[he frowns, crossing his arms over his chest.]

Did you just get them this morning?

[technologic]

Yep, got them in the mail. [She takes a glance at the scars covering her arms.]

I guess, after not having the scars for a good few months, suddenly being covered in them again is a bit of a shock to the system.

[unexculpable]

[His eyes soften, but there's an odd heaviness behind them. Ed understands all too well.]

Yeah, I... I know what you mean.

[and now to change the subject!]

Are they anywhere else other than your arms? [he sees you holding your stomach, missy.]

[technologic]

[April frowns faintly, but shifts upright a bit more as she gives him a nod.]

... There's some on my back, along with a pretty big one. And, um, I've got some on my chest and stomach, along with another big one... The big one on my stomach is the worst out of all of them, I think.

[unexculpable]

Then let's take care of that one first and we'll go from there.

[technologic]

[And now April looks faintly uncomfortable, but she gives a hesitant nod.]

... O-okay, but it isn't exactly nice to look at. [And she'll life up her shirt just enough so that the scar can be seen. She wasn't joking, as it's a very deep burn scar that runs across her stomach.]

[unexculpable]

[Oddly enough, other than a brief grimace he doesn't seem too phased by it.]

Burn, huh?

[He frowns, rubbing the side of his face.]

The most I can do is clean it up a bit for you, bandage it so nothing else can irritate it. Other than taking painkillers there isn't much else to do, really.

[technologic]

[April is grateful that he isn't phased much by it, and seems to relax a bit more.]

Well, that's still better than nothing. Even a bit of relief will help.

[unexculpable]

[Nodding, he starts taking supplies out of the bag he brought with him. Nothing fancy --just some disinfectant, gauze, bandages and the like. Nothing that you couldn't find in a first aid kit.

He pulls the glove off of his left hand as he gets everything together. Strange that he didn't take the one on his right hand off...]

It'll hold you over long enough for you to find someone who actually knows what they're doing.

[technologic]

[She does take notice of how he leaves the glove on his right hand, and blinks a few times in confusion. Odd...]

Thanks, Ed... Though if you don't mind me asking, why are you leaving your right glove on?

[unexculpable]

[He nearly freezes in place at the question. Can't say he wasn't expecting it to come up. April was astute, inquisitive. She'd notice the glove, she'd ask and... she did.

After a moment he pulls off his other glove, flexing his fingers. His very metallic fingers.]

Mayfield was just as kind to you as it was to me. Like I said, I know the feeling.

[He pulls at the collar of his shirt, tugging it far enough for her to be able to see his automail scars. If she looks closely she might catch a glimpse of metal, too.]

[technologic]

[Her eyes widen in shock when he takes his glove off and she shifts more so that she can take a closer look.

Her shock only seems to increase even more when she sees the scars, and she notices a glimpse of metal. Metal limbs are certainly something she has never seen before.]

Y-your arm... I-it's all metal... I'm, ah, guessing it's mechanical, then?

[unexculpable]

[He unbuttons his shirt and shrugs it off, sitting there in a black undershirt so she can see his entire arm. It lends her a better view of those scars, too.]

Yeah, that's right. It's called automail.

[technologic]

[April's curiosity of tech means that she leans closer to have a better look at the arm, even if moving this much makes her wince faintly.]

Automail... I've never seen anything like this before... This is something from your world, then?

[unexculpable]

Seems that way. The few people who know I have it either didn't know what it was at all or thought I had robot limbs or something like that.

[Why yes, he did just say limbs. Plural.]

[technologic]

... Wait, limbs? [Cue a curious look.]

[unexculpable]

Yeah. My left leg is automail, too.

[He rolls up the bottom of his pants just enough for her to catch the telltale glimpse of metal.]

[technologic]

[She peers at his leg too. And yep, she does look pretty interested in the automail.]

... How did you get these, if you don't mind me asking?

[unexculpable]

... I got into a pretty bad accident when I was a kid. I don't really like talking about it.

[technologic]

Okay, I won't pry. [With how tightly April kept some of her past to herself, it would be hypocritical of her to ask more about it. Plus, y'know, respect for privacy.

Which is why she sort of changes the subject.]

... But, um, would it be alright if I took a look at your automail? I won't do anything to it, I promise.

[unexculpable]

[It's appreciated.]

Sure, go ahead. As long as you don't try to take it apart, anyway. My mechanic would kill me.

[technologic]

Don't worry, I won't... Is your mechanic someone from home?

[Moving around still hurts, so she uses her technopathy to have a look at it. Cue mental poking at the automail.]

1/3

[unexculpable]

Yeah. She's uh... she's actually my girlfriend.

We've known each other since we were ki --

[unexculpable]

[Woah. WOAH. WAIT A SECOND. WHAT IS EVEN???]

[unexculpable]

[SOMETHING FEELS WIERD. HIS ARM FEELS WEIRD. HE SHOULDN'T BE ABLE TO FEEL THINGS IT'S METAL.]

-- iiiiiiiiiiiiiids. What the hell?