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The sky outside was tumultuous, large clouds rolling lazily in from the horizon, bringing with them sheets of heavy precipitation. The daylight in the office was getting progressively darker as the storm ate the sun in slow, purposeful bites. A low, almost barely detectable rumble of thunder sounded in the distance.
Roy stared out his window hatefully at the oncoming rain. While rain was a necessity in the circle of Gaia, it was his greatest weakness and largest foe and he disliked it intently for that reason. Nothing left him so utterly helpless as when he was out in a gentle drizzle. You can't create decent sparks in damp air and as such he was about as useful as a wet match in the rain.
Edward arrived in his office at that moment, seemingly on edge about something. He came through the door in a funny way, something halfway between a dash and a creep, like a rodent trying to infiltrate a food larder and not be seen. The child's eyes were wider than usual
FMA: Edward Elric PoemThe Edward Elric Poem
Edward was a sinner,
Tried to resurrect his mum,
But the ingredients he tried to use,
Didn't quite equal the sum,
His younger brother had to pay,
A quite horrendous cost,
Alphonse is stuck in armour now,
His little body lost,
And Edward has got automail,
A symbol of his crime,
Researching a solution,
Now occupies his time.
He seeks a precious substance,
The country he will roam,
Far and wide, the journey long,
To find the Philosopher's Stone.
But with Alphonse besides him,
To help pick up the slack,
He hopes to use his alchemy,
To bring his brother back!
FMA: Winry Rockbell PoemThe Winry Rockbell Poem
Winry loved her automail,
The screws and cogs and gears,
She studied hard and honed her skill,
Perfection took her years.
She cries when she is happy,
She cries when she is sad,
She often throws her wrench at Ed,
The idiot drives her mad!
She loves her faithful hound called Den,
And Granny Pinako,
She wished that Ed would stay at home,
And never had to go.
In overalls and bright headscarves,
She is a lovely sight,
Eyes of blue and skin like silk,
Blonde hair shines in the light.
While her passion is mechanics,
She finds cooking second best,
Her apple pie is splendid,
And tastes better than the rest!
FMA: Roy Mustang PoemThe Roy Mustang Poem
Roy Mustang was an emo boy,
With darkness in his life,
His friend Maes Hughes would tell him thus,
"Roy, get yourself a wife!""
Fire was his weapon,
And whiskey soothed his soul,
Young Edward was his protégé,
To be Führer was his goal.
He loves dogs for their loyalty,
And hates his paperwork,
His subordinates all will follow him,
But most think he's a jerk.
With miniskirts in fashion,
And Hawkeye on his arm,
Mustang's greatest skill in life,
Is his irresistible charm.
But one thing makes Roy Mustang swoon,
His weakness brings him pain,
He can't go out when it is wet,
He's useless in the rain!
mechanici want to kiss every aching wound you have,
bandage your heart every time it bleeds,
and patch up your mind over and over
because not a single tear deserves to fall
from your brandy-drenched eyes
but this dripping heart of mine can only feel
and the healing honey words it flames get caught
in the back of my throat and on the roof of my mouth
so i only have these passionate guttural cries
to tell you that i care all too much
and in order to fix you up again,
i would need to tear myself to tatters
and trade all of my working parts
for your leftover, fading pieces
but i just haven’t figured out how.
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