[You'd really have to be looking to find this particular ghost--not only is Al quiet, but he's found a nicely tucked away corner of the library that he's made into a sort of scholar's fortress, books and papers piled all around him in what is clearly some form of organization past the natural clutter. The papers all show signs of being treated with alchemy--Al's resorted to using some of the less useful books as material.]
[He mutters to himself as he works, rubbing at his eyes as if that would erase the heavy circles beneath them. The formulas and circles he sketches out would seem arcane to most, and certainly out of place next to textbooks of anatomy and physiology.]
Just have to pull their personalities back...he didn't have a soul of his own, but he should still be in there, right...?
[He sets down the pen and rests his head in his hands, shoulders shaking.]
But what'll I do for the price? There's barely anything left to offer...haha, I could lure the Jabberwocky into the circle. It'd be about as safe as the Gate anyway...
Alphonse Elric | the library
[He mutters to himself as he works, rubbing at his eyes as if that would erase the heavy circles beneath them. The formulas and circles he sketches out would seem arcane to most, and certainly out of place next to textbooks of anatomy and physiology.]
Just have to pull their personalities back...he didn't have a soul of his own, but he should still be in there, right...?
[He sets down the pen and rests his head in his hands, shoulders shaking.]
But what'll I do for the price? There's barely anything left to offer...haha, I could lure the Jabberwocky into the circle. It'd be about as safe as the Gate anyway...
[He sighs, and the image replays.]