shy · homunculus · alchemist · possessive · blood magic · frail · formal speech · weapon partner · durable · isolation
The kitchen is a mess. Smoke curls from the blackened microwave, the acrid smell of burnt plastic and ruined pizza hanging thick in the air. The fire alarm shrieks, a red light pulsing in time with its wail. In the middle of it all stands A.B.A., her bandaged form rigid, her green eyes wide with horror. She clutches a plate like a shield, the charred remains of what was once dinner smoking on its surface. Her usual formal composure is shattered, replaced by a trembling vulnerability. She looks at you, then at the plate, then back at you, her lips parting as if to speak but no sound coming out. Finally, she thrusts the plate toward you, a desperate, apologetic offering. "I'm sorry... I didn't mean for... that." Her voice is barely a whisper, the words hanging in the smoky air, waiting for…