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Brown-gold eyes glanced worriedly at Edward even as his shoulders slumped in disappointment. He was hungry...

Al looked back at the Rasputins, sad to see the Illyana's clear disappointed sadness, Piotr's discomfort, and Mikhail's odd little smile. "I guess... we're leaving." No... he wasn't happy about it but he didn't want to be separated from his brother. "It was nice meeting you: Illyana, Piotr, Mikhail."

A light bow... and his stomach gave a low rumble of hunger which brought a quick blush to his cheeks. He did not look up at Illyana's gasp or Piotr's light chuckle. "Oh! You are hungry, Tovarish!"

With a step that should have had a dancer's grace the female stepped from the doorway to near Alphonse but stumbled as one forgetting that their body was unnaturally weakened. She started to fall.

"Snowflake!" Her brothers cried in concern as one, also as one trying to get through the door -banging into each other and the door frame which creaked under their combined strength but did not give.

Actually.. Edward was hungry, but he didn't really want to admit it. He was more exhausted than anything. Shouting matches can take a lot out of you after all! Plus they'd done a lot of walking before they got here. He could see and hear the clear disappointment coming from his brother, and Edward felt a sliver of guilt for it.

Still, he waited for Alphonse to join him in their departure, only to cringe at the loud growl from his brother's stomach. Which prompted a reaction from the strange woman who tried to move forward. However, it was clear to Edward as well, that she wasn't in good shape and his eyes widened as she began to fall. His quick reflexes overriding his thought, Edward practicly lept forward to catch the falling woman before she could hit the ground. Both from the fact that she'd hurt herself and possibly land on Alphonse and hurt him as well. Can't have that after all.

"You alright?" he asked, brow knitting in concern. His mood might be atrocious at the moment, but that didn't mean he didn't care whether someone got hurt or not. This woman was clearly ill.. or injured.

Edward could feel the blush creeping up on his cheeks when Illyana thanked him. Plus there was a pretty girl RIGHT THERE... darn hormones. He ignored them, despite the blush, and just grinned a bit sheepishly, "Just take better care of yourself, okay?"

He nodded to her brother's words of thanks as well, although he didn't know what 'Tovarish' meant. When Illyana decided to get back to her feet, he remained there to help her incase she should fall again.

However, Al's voice caught his attention and he blinked at his brother, "Uh.. sure." They could do that... these people seemed to be nice enough, after all. Huh.

Edward seemed to catch on to the jealous brother by seeing the frown, and coughed lightly. He hadn't meant anything, it was just a reaction! Now thoroughly embarassed, even after seeing Illyana blush too... he went quiet.

Letting her brothers take over, Edward moved back to walk alongside his brother. He felt so... incredibly small compared to those guys.. but he wouldn't admit that! He watched as they all seemed to struggle with walking and frowned lightly, wondering what had happened to them.

Well.. it seemed like nobody knew where they were going.. the blind leading the blind so to speak. So he just followed, glancing in Al's direction and then his eyes widening as his own stomach growled. His arms quickly folding over said stomach as he looked indignant, "Dammit."

Blue eyes flecked with a light sadness as her rescuer stepped away. Of course she adored her big brother Piotr, but it was nice to be near someone not family. Someone Illyana could hope/pretend was her friend.

She missed Kitty...

"Brother!" Alphonse said lightly accusing as Ed's stomach growled. "You said you weren't hungry!"

Illyana giggled and her brothers -both- smiled at the sound. It was the first they had heard since waking. "Now you have to come with us!"

The younger Elric jumped a little at the new voice, turning to look at him with widening eyes clearly recalling the dark haired, winged male as the one in the pictures Sloth had showed his brother & him. The one tending them as they were prone supposedly after reanimation. The Rasputins too looked, recalling the speaker as well but from having caught sight of him asleep at his desk before leaving. They did not however otherwise know him. "Da." Piotr answered, his sister shooting soft, happy smiles at the Elrics. She looked very happy at the idea of having friends eat with them. "Thank you."

"May we come too?" Al piped softly, hovering near the Rasputin's while giving his brother a 'come on, can't say you're not hungry now so we might as well eat' smile.

Mikhail frowned lightly as his siblings started to follow after Envy though he went with them. He may have done terrible things in his insanity but they were still his flesh & blood and he loved them. "So who are you? I saw you asleep."

A glance to Mikhail and then one to Edward and then Envy's eyes flickered back to Mikhail as he continued to lead them to the kitchenette.

"I work for Djibril-sama, who brought your siblings back here. I am as you would say, current chief medical officer which would be a misnomer, because the other two doctors haven't been here at the tower lately long enough to help in any work. I was tending to you three earlier, while you slept after the reanimation process.,. In any case, my name is Envy and it is a....pleasure to meet you."

He murmured politely as he opened the door leading to a room with, as promised, a well stocked kitchenette, and a table and chairs large enough to accommodate 7 people.

"I'm not very good at cooking, so you'll have to put up with sandwiches, soft drinks, canned soup and pizza for now. I hope you don't mind."

Edward couldn't help a small growl at the mention of Djibril, his expression looking cross once more. He didn't like that woman, not one bit. He was sure the feeling was mutual as well.. which was fine by him! Feh. He could live the rest of his life without seeing her again. There was also a slight eyetwitch at the name 'Envy' as it brought up some rather sour memories for Edward.

He tried to focus his mind on other things, particularly what they were going to eat. He was about as clueless as Alphonse on half of the stuff mentioned. Pizza... he had no idea, soft drinks... sort of... that was another name for fountain drinks, but those weren't common place back in his world... and likely not the same thing.

When they got into the kitchenette, Edward contented himself with plopping down in a chair. A hand put to his automail shoulder as he moved it, grimacing slightly. His metal joints were rather stiff, and creaked louder than usual. He hadn't done any proper maintenance on them since he ended up here, and it was starting to show.

The younger brother looked worriedly at his brother at the sound of Ed's creaking automail. When was the last time Edward had taken the time to take care of his parts? Anxiously Alphonse realized that he could not really recall Ed having having done any maintenance since finding him. Brother... Thoughtful, Al sat down beside his brother after seeing Illyana sink weakly into a chair across from them. Mikhail remained standing even as Piotr sat beside their sister, not missing how his siblings were shutting him out. It was fairly obvious.

His ears twitched as Envy made his request, turning his face away with a pained frown -but not before he saw the cold hard anger in his sister's eyes. Piotr's too, but not near as fierce. "We've already 'discussed' it!" She practically spat, icy flames flashing in her blue eyes. "Brokering a deal for us to live a again to numb his guilt!!" "Illyana... Little Snowflake... I said I'm sorry..." She was shaking her head a woozy look from the motion adding to her expression of righteous anger. "Nyet, Brother!! You have no right to call me that! Not when it's your fault we died!!"

After her outburst Illyana fell crying upon the table, head barely pillowed upon one arm, blonde hair spreading out in small waves around her, white wings pulled in close. Piotr shooting a furious glare at his older brother put his arm around their sister, blue eyes softening with compassion, love, & worry for her. "I do want to live. I do. I wouldn't be here if I didn't would I? And... at least I remember. Maybe not details but our friends... I remember names and faces and feelings which is more than I had when I regressed to a child again." Alphonse blinked, her words awakening how he had regressed to the age he was at the time he & Edward had tried to bring Mom back -no longer remembering all the things the brothers had done while he was only a soul attached to a suit of armor. And Illyana... she had experienced something similar. Sympathy strong in his brown-gold eyes Alphonse reached across the table & touched a gloved finger lightly to one of the girl's. Her face shifted to his in tearful surprise, salt water making tracks across her face, and gave him a tiny, sad smile. The finger hooked lightly around Al's just as she turned to glare at the turned aside face of her brother. The jowl's of his face beneath his short beard and mustache were tense. "Do you have any idea what it's like to DIE, Mikhail Nikolaievitch Rasputin? To die in the throws of a virus that is eating away at the very genetic structure of your body? To be a child as this happens, not even able to remember your friends, not even able to speak the same language as those around you? To spend countless hours, days, weeks, months in a specialized 'bed' for your safety and those around you?" By this point Piotr was looking quite pained & pale & truthfully a little guilty too. Illyana pulled her hand -and subsequently Al's as well- to wipe a tear upon her glove. "Do you know what it's like to die alone?"

The man's large body shook faintly causing his black tail of hair to shift across his back. His jaw was set, lupine ears pressed against his head almost disappearing into his coal black hair, blue eyes nearing wild. Mikhail shook his head. "Nyet, little snowflake. I do not." No... he did not know what it was like to die. Only what it was like to cause others to die. His fellow cosmonauts. His wife, Tra-Mai-A-Zath, and her father, Avatar, as well as so many of their people, their planet. Morlocks. ............ Illyana & Piotr, his beloved siblings. Mikhail hung his head in shame. Piotr too had his head hung in shame, hot tears of failure in his eyes. He had not been by his sister's side when she needed him -off on a mission with the x-men. The fury that nearly destroyed the hanger when he learned was cooled now, not blaming the others but himself.