4TH WALL

[sculpted]

[[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.]]

Comments

[destructivesymphony]

[Well, Armstrong, you may not be addressing anyone in particular, but that doesn't mean that there isn't anyone around to hear it.

Kimblee hadn't known what to make of the statues outside the city, admittedly; however, the walls, the missiles...those were things he remembered. He remembered them quite well, really. What this man's alchemy was supposed to be, wasn't it?

He stops when he catches sight of him, having picked his way through the veritable...maze that Armstrong has made of the route; this place is far too warm for his liking, but he's in full uniform for now, shifting the heavy fabric of his jacket aside and burying his hands deep in his pockets.]

My, my - very touching, Major.

[He leaves it vague as to whether or not he's referring to the speech or...whatever it is Armstrong is doing with the sentient rock; his gaze doesn't shift from the other alchemist's face.

There's something different there; the man looks...older, somehow. No longer the child fresh out of the academy.

This is a curious place indeed.]

[robbedsanity]

...Sir, I suggest you wear your coat lest you are seen by others.

[...what is he even seeing here...]

[usedmask]

HOLY SHIT! [Wimpy dodge some debris!]

[enjoymyatelier]

[Well, magecraft was supposed to be a secret, but it wasn't like this place wasn't strange enough that Kayneth couldn't justify a 140 kg blob of mercury following him around. After everything else, he could probably just say it was some kind of foreign Pokemon.

Actually, now that he had this particular Mystic Code back (along with the rest of his standard magical abilities), this place didn't seem so godawful. He'd been ecstatic to wake up and find that everything actually worked, even if he woke up somewhere he didn't necessarily remember being.

...and really, the fact that he had Volumen Hydragyrum with him meant that he barely flinched when some debris flew his way and were quickly blocked.

...he knew he should have expected something from all those statues he saw, but really...]

...What on earth are you doing?

[getthehorns]

[ And here's Cliffjumper, just cruising along- as he does when he finds himself back in his normal body. All of these statues and things? Totally blocking the road.

He skids to a halt and sits there a moment, engine rumbling, before: ]

... Whoa.

[ Enjoy your talking car, Armstrong ]