Bonesword
~Alchemist's Castle~
The swordsman had been able to catch the dice, and was caught off guard by the sudden transformation into the longsword. He was able to lift it and carry it around with a slight bit of difficulty, but it wouldn't prove to be too bad. Bonesword was fascinated with the sword's craftsmanship, as he saw the similarity of it to one of Iona's swords from when he was being judged for his actions. He held it close to him as he walked out of the throne room of Hohenheim, uttering a
"Thank you, Hohenheim." before leaving and continuing back to his home on the outskirts of Hyperion.
-=[-[-[ LATER AT BONESWORD'S HOVEL ]-]-]=-
The skeletal swordsman, now with his new arm and sword, had concerned himself with the treatment of his near-child, Charlie the basil-isk. He had kept Charlie in his house, attached to a fairly strong chain, and he had the TV on for Charlie while the swordsman was out and about, working on Hohenheim's castle and what-not. Bonesword had been watching TV with him at the moment, occasionally petting Charlie as the swordsman mended a sheath for his new sword together out of some really tough materials. Once a commercial break happened, the swordsman took a second and looked at the black sword given to him by Hohenheim, and he recalled the words that she told him, saying them aloud.
"...if you go too far down the road of redemption, who knows what will become of you?" Those words troubled him, but he had the underlying feeling that he would have to figure out what they meant. There was also the fact that the sword would become lighter if he were to - he guessed unleash - his inner demons. That troubled him even more. What would happen if he let it all loose, completely going rabid and killing everyone around him. He could try and do it, he had the potential, but he remembered his love, and he decided against what he could do.
After a while, Charlie roared before licking Bonesword's arm. The swordsman hastily got up and ran to retrieve a bag of fertilizer he bought while he was making a booze run.
"Shhh. I got you some new food, because we're running kind of low on arms for the month." Charlie roared again, but stopped roaring after he began to chow down on the large platter of fertilizer placed in front of him. The giant snake caused his master to smile at the sight, and the snake was hugged after he was finished eating.
"Maybe you can come next battle..."@KoL
~Celestia~
The restless spirit of a deceased lover was busy floating around Celestia's market at the time, covering herself in a cloak made from... some kind of divine material. She hid her face around Heaven, as she was afraid of any mockery and discrimination aimed at her because of what she was. Undead were not really 'tolerated' in Heaven, unless they were of some kind of merit, and Abigail was no more than a new grunt of Heaven's army. She wasn't even present for the last battle or Hohenheim's challenge. Regardless of everything, she wanted to purchase something for her small little home in Heaven.
It took her a bit, but she had later got to her home on the Celestian outskirts, amounting to no more than a small room, with a mattress, a bunch of small and burnt out candles, a large blanket and a broken picture frame. It had only half a picture, with the subject matter being Abigail, and the other half was torn off by an unknown person. She saw the white hand on her shoulder, and she assumed it had belonged to the one she had loved so long ago, which was why she had kept it, in efforts to hopefully meet the once she loved. She placed the new candle she bought at the market down, lit it with a quick shot from her Wisp Veil Cannons, and she sat down on the mattress.
"Well.. it's something, I suppose. It's not much, but I can live with this... at least until I get some money from the war. I hope that will be soon..." She was slightly depressed, but she kept her hopes up since she began to live in Heaven, and she still is excited for the hopeful reunion of her lover and herself.
