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4TH WALL
[[This was a morning that Major Alex Louis Armstrong was not going to forget.
It had started as a morning like any other; he awoken in his bed in Goldenrod City, his Arcanine and Luxray snoozing on his legs. It was a beautiful morning; the sun was shining in through his open curtains and it made him smile.
Not as much, however, as the sight of his gauntlets did.
He'd noticed that his arms felt heavier than normal, but it was a comforting, natural weight, the feeling of the steel wrapping around his hands. He brought his beloved weapons up to his eyes, wide and staring, the alchemy circles as clear as the day they were burned into the metal.
His poor Pokemon were far less impressed by the whole situation, awoken by the impact of the floor against their faces as their estatic trainer literally leaps right out of bed. But his happiness is their happiness, and they gladly trail after him as he makes a mad rush out the door, almost forgetting to pull on a shirt.
The route outside the city is soon subjected to every single move in his repertoire; countless statues, missiles, walls, designs of all shapes and sizes...to be able to do this again is the greatest gift he could have asked for. His shirt long discarded, he bellows up to the sky before pounding his fist down into the earth.]]
Witness the artistic alchemy passed down through the Armstrong family for generations!
[[He isn't even addressing anyone in particular, but being able to say that line again....the feeling is enough to bring a tear to his eye. As is the sight of his Golem spinning through the massive walls and spikes he's creating to respond with his own, even winking with the traditional Armstrong sparkle.
Being able to teach his very first Pokemon the Armstrong alchemy style of earth and rock manipulation....it's one of the most beautiful feelings in the world.]]
It had started as a morning like any other; he awoken in his bed in Goldenrod City, his Arcanine and Luxray snoozing on his legs. It was a beautiful morning; the sun was shining in through his open curtains and it made him smile.
Not as much, however, as the sight of his gauntlets did.
He'd noticed that his arms felt heavier than normal, but it was a comforting, natural weight, the feeling of the steel wrapping around his hands. He brought his beloved weapons up to his eyes, wide and staring, the alchemy circles as clear as the day they were burned into the metal.
His poor Pokemon were far less impressed by the whole situation, awoken by the impact of the floor against their faces as their estatic trainer literally leaps right out of bed. But his happiness is their happiness, and they gladly trail after him as he makes a mad rush out the door, almost forgetting to pull on a shirt.
The route outside the city is soon subjected to every single move in his repertoire; countless statues, missiles, walls, designs of all shapes and sizes...to be able to do this again is the greatest gift he could have asked for. His shirt long discarded, he bellows up to the sky before pounding his fist down into the earth.]]
Witness the artistic alchemy passed down through the Armstrong family for generations!
[[He isn't even addressing anyone in particular, but being able to say that line again....the feeling is enough to bring a tear to his eye. As is the sight of his Golem spinning through the massive walls and spikes he's creating to respond with his own, even winking with the traditional Armstrong sparkle.
Being able to teach his very first Pokemon the Armstrong alchemy style of earth and rock manipulation....it's one of the most beautiful feelings in the world.]]
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[[My goodness, let him just hurry over and examine that fascinating ball of mercury, there!]]
I've never seen a technique like this; is it sentient, or are you manipulating it as we speak?
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As for your question... I'm controlling it, although it has some automated abilities.
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[[He takes an instinctive step backwards, but still continues his investigation of the fascinating technique.]]
And what do you use it for? Offence, defence?
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[[....ah, let him just. look at what he's done to the Route, um.]]
....I believe you've seen what my alchemy is capable of.
[[....got...a little overexcited there....]]
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[smug smug preen smug
god he is so pleased with everything you have no idea]
Yes, I have. You seem to have gotten a little overenthusiastic.
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Of course; how silly of me to ask! My family is the same. I may not be willing to give away our secrets, but I am always ready to display the magnificence of their results!
[[His Golem rolls up to them, blinking, while Armstrong flexes his hands. It feels so good to have his gauntlets back.]]
And yes, I did; it just feels so wonderful to finally have my alchemy back!
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[[....to varying degrees of positivity orz]]
Why, do you face restrictions in your home world?
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[[Including a few...unsavoury characters...]]
I'm...honestly rather amazed that it's a secret in your world!
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