Equivalent Exchange--Episode 1: Shattered Love

[unleashed]

Rose looks a little upset by Al’s reaction, he voice losing most of it’s fervor as she says, “Well... I suppose it could be... something else...” before her eyes begin to tear up and lose focus, as if she’s remembering something. “No... it can’t be that...” she sobs, paying no attention to Al, as she turns away from him, caught up in memories of the past.

Turing back as Al shouts, Rose steps backward, as she sees the monstrous plant for the first time, “Where did...?” is all she gets out, before she composes herself. “I don’t think she wants us following her, Al,” she remarks, a look of determination coming to her face, as she bring her hands together in supplication again, as if to prove Al wrong. Slapping her hand on the floor for a third time in as many minutes, nothing appears to happen for a second... then the floor around the plant begins to move and reach up to restrain it.

 

[Dire Lemming]

(OOC: Well I guess if Rose is going to restrain it Al will take a full round action.)

 

[Rystil Arden]

*The floor near the flower creature twists and writhes around the flower in a vicelike grip, and though the flower struggles to free itself, it fails, remaining ensnared.*

*Meanwhile, Al finishes his complicated circle, adding a few lines based on what he's seen on Roy Mustang's gloves and hoping for the best. As the transmutation finishes, a gout of searing-hot flame shoots forth from the lantern and engulfs the entrapped flower, disabling it as it is wreathed in flames, though it is not quite slain.*

(OOC: Rose's turn)

 

[unleashed]

Rose watches carefully as Al finishes the complex circle, smiling in delight as the flame shoots forth from the lantern. “Wow, Al... what made you think of that?” she asks, watching the flower in case it breaks free, but not making any attempt to initiate further alchemy against it herself.

 

[Dire Lemming]

Al watches the flower for a moment in silence before responding to Rose. "...I don't know actually. Maybe it was Fuhrer Mustang's flame alchemy, I guess. But... you did it again didn't you, Rose?" He asks.

 

[Rystil Arden]

(OOC: The flower isn't dead yet--it is stunned for a round and it is disabled, so it can only take one standard action or move action a round, and it is ensnared as well. Someone might want to finish it off eventually, but it'll be a while before it can do anything, so you don't have to)

 

[Dire Lemming]

(OOC: Sure, just insert another blast of flame from the lantern before Al speaks. )

 

[Rystil Arden]

(OOC: He used up the flame with the fire burst--he'll need to light it again and then make another circle. Or he could try another attack--he has plenty of time)

 

[Dire Lemming]

(OOC: Oh, well in that case he'll just do the classic impaling spikes from everywhere attack. )

 

[Rystil Arden]

(OOC: An oldy but a goody )

*Alphonse slaps his hands and impaling spikes come from everywhere, still not quite finishing the flower, but keeping it unable to react so that after one more slap, a final single stone spike can rip through its middle. Defeated, the flower shrinks down just as rapidly as it grew, becoming a simple blue rose, torn to shreds. The lighting in the room is dim now, lit only from the moonlight shining through the window.*