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[Aug. 25] [Fullmetal Alchemist] We're Talking About Trains
Title: We're Talking About Trains
Day/Theme: Aug. 25, 2010 "grin like a dog"
Series: Fullmetal Alchemist
Character/Pairing: Ed
Rating: G
Warning: Ch. 108/Ending spoilers!
Ed loved riding trains. Sure, cars were convenient, if you had one and if you could drive or had someone to drive you around, but if you didn't, so much for that. Back he'd still had his alchemy, he'd had a great fondness for spiffing up the boring black and gray ones you saw on all the streets. When he got his hands on a car he gave it a crazy paint job and huge spikes and ornaments. For some reason, no one else seemed to appreciate his efforts. Why did everyone else have such bland tastes? Who couldn't appreciate a little color?
Anyway, trains. Trains were clean and fast and smooth and the Amestrian train system was getting better, more advanced, more connected, and cheaper, all the time. Trains were also really convenient because you could eat and sleep and walk around a bit, instead of being cooped up for hours like a sardine if you had to go all the way from the New Ishval Station to North City. When you drove, you didn't interact with the other people on the road individually. You interacted with them as another car. You were just another person caught up in the same stream on a good day or an obstacle to their progress (or vice versa) on a bad one. On a train, if you wanted to, or if the people around you were friendly or pushy enough, you could interact with your fellow passengers as people. Which, as Amestris repaired its relationships with its neighboring nations, only got more and more interesting. He was running into a lot of Aerugans these days.
He couldn't wait for them to pound in that rumored golden spike that would connect the parallel efforts of teams laboring out into the desert from Xing and Amestris to create the "Xerxes Express." He had already called in a few favors to secure a ticket on its maiden voyage. The train would speed travels to and from Xing considerably. Maybe he'd actually get to see his idiot pal Ling without having to get sand in his gears or barf over the rails of the ship.
Ed settled back into his seat and began to write in his travel journal. It wasn't code for his alchemy notes anymore. The habit of near daily writing was just hard to break. He looked up occasionally to watch the rolling green countryside flash by.
Okay, trains were great. But there was one thing about the trains of Amestris that he thought could be improved. They could be more colorful. Oh, and they could sport some spikes.
Day/Theme: Aug. 25, 2010 "grin like a dog"
Series: Fullmetal Alchemist
Character/Pairing: Ed
Rating: G
Warning: Ch. 108/Ending spoilers!
Ed loved riding trains. Sure, cars were convenient, if you had one and if you could drive or had someone to drive you around, but if you didn't, so much for that. Back he'd still had his alchemy, he'd had a great fondness for spiffing up the boring black and gray ones you saw on all the streets. When he got his hands on a car he gave it a crazy paint job and huge spikes and ornaments. For some reason, no one else seemed to appreciate his efforts. Why did everyone else have such bland tastes? Who couldn't appreciate a little color?
Anyway, trains. Trains were clean and fast and smooth and the Amestrian train system was getting better, more advanced, more connected, and cheaper, all the time. Trains were also really convenient because you could eat and sleep and walk around a bit, instead of being cooped up for hours like a sardine if you had to go all the way from the New Ishval Station to North City. When you drove, you didn't interact with the other people on the road individually. You interacted with them as another car. You were just another person caught up in the same stream on a good day or an obstacle to their progress (or vice versa) on a bad one. On a train, if you wanted to, or if the people around you were friendly or pushy enough, you could interact with your fellow passengers as people. Which, as Amestris repaired its relationships with its neighboring nations, only got more and more interesting. He was running into a lot of Aerugans these days.
He couldn't wait for them to pound in that rumored golden spike that would connect the parallel efforts of teams laboring out into the desert from Xing and Amestris to create the "Xerxes Express." He had already called in a few favors to secure a ticket on its maiden voyage. The train would speed travels to and from Xing considerably. Maybe he'd actually get to see his idiot pal Ling without having to get sand in his gears or barf over the rails of the ship.
Ed settled back into his seat and began to write in his travel journal. It wasn't code for his alchemy notes anymore. The habit of near daily writing was just hard to break. He looked up occasionally to watch the rolling green countryside flash by.
Okay, trains were great. But there was one thing about the trains of Amestris that he thought could be improved. They could be more colorful. Oh, and they could sport some spikes.