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[jolting]

If I could have a moment of everyone's time.

I learned not too long ago that there was a man calling himself Frankenstein here. I was wondering if anyone recalled him, and if so, could you tell me everything you remember about him? I would appreciate it.

Thank you.

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[jolting]

We've been separated a long time.

It must have been your brother who told me about it. He said this Frankenstein needed a new hand. I guess I was hoping.

[alkahestic]

That's even worse.
I can't imagine being separated from my brother for long.
When I was, I hated it. Every second I searched for him.

Did he have long, blond hair and golden eyes?
Or, if you didn't see him, did he use the username "flamel"?

[jolting]

[he wonders if Gerhardt searched for him all those years Victor was trapped in Storybrooke. He'll never know]

I'm not good at discerning colors, but that sounds right.

[alkahestic]

His name is Edward Elric.
I'm his little brother, Alphonse.

[jolting]

Mine is Victor.

[private] Let me ask you something: your brother mentioned to me that people are put in jail for attempting to raise the dead. Is that really so common in your land?

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[alkahestic]

Nice to meet you, Mr. Victor.

[ because al is always polite. but then he pauses. ed said that? it's not entirely... wrong per se. but most people who attempt human transmutation either die first or are horribly mutilated. much like he and ed had been. not that you can tell now that al's regained his body, but he still looks 13 despite being 18. ]

It's not common at all because it's such a taboo.
One of the first rules of alchemy is to never preform human transmutation.
Most alchemists aren't even capable of doing it and living,
much less capable of dealing with the repercussions.
There are no recorded cases of human transmutation,
that is bringing back the dead,
having been successful.

[ mostly because nobody knows that he and ed had successfully brought each other back to life. it's not something they talk about with strangers. ]

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[jolting]

Just Victor, thank you. Or Doctor Frankenstein, if you need to be formal.

[he thinks about this. It's fascinating to him how other worlds work. He personally studied alchemy in school with the thought that he could use it in his work. He can't help feeling a little pleased that the theory does hold some merit, if only in another world]

He brought up the subject because I mentioned my arm. I'm not sure why that has anything to do with reviving the dead in your land.

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[alkahestic]

Dr. Frankenstein, then.

I suppose I could tell you.
Any type of transmutation requires a price
Whether you're simply transmuting some carbon and water into a tree
or trying to do human transmutation.
Alchemy relies on the principal of Equivalent Exchange.
When Brother and I were young, we misunderstood a lot about alchemy.
We tried human transmutation and failed.
As a result, Brother lost his leg and I lost my body.
He saved my soul by sacrificing his arm to bind my soul
to an empty suit of armor.

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[jolting]

[he gives this some deep consideration. It seems that no matter what world it is, there is always a price to pay, whether you want to call it magic or science or alchemy]

It's a strange similarity. I didn't sacrifice my arm, but I did lose it as a result of reviving the dead.

And as I said, I don't know what became of my brother. I haven't seen him for many years.

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[alkahestic]

It sounds like that was the price you paid.

Did he disappear or...?

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[jolting]

I thought he was just angry and I was the closest thing, but you could be right.

We separated. I was taken to another land and was unable to return.