The Strong-Arm Alchemist

centralmechanic:

My hand slipped… Quite a few times, so here; have some Samstrong (Idea taken from this rp with thestrongarmalchemist).

centralmechanic:

My hand slipped… Quite a few times, so here; have some Samstrong (Idea taken from this rp with thestrongarmalchemist).


Dear Miss Thomas, 

centralmechanic:

centralmechanic:

I must apologise for my time away from Central as of late.  I’ve been assigned to the front lines in the south, partly due to my apt skill as an Alchemist.  Rest assured, Amestris’s border is safe so long as I linger.

I haven’t forgotten my promise to take you to dinner.  Once I return, I’ll make it my top priority to take you to the finest restaurant I know of.  In the mean time, I would ask you the pleasure of accepting this bouquet, freshly picked by the florists in the South.

Sincerely,

Major Alex Louis Armstrong

 

Dear Armstrong,

There’s no need to apologise, I understand your career keeps you busy. Edward’s taught me that, seeing as he is rarely here with me. There is no problem at all. And I know we are all in good hands with you protecting the border.

I am glad you have not forgotten that! Saves me from having to remind you. But please, do not feel you have to go out of your way to take me somewhere fancy. I am quite used to pubs, you see.
And thank you for the flowers, Alex. They are absolutely stunning, and the ribbon you picked looks similar to my family’s kilt pattern… Been researching, have we?
See you when you get back, Bright Eyes.

-Samantha Thomas. 


centralmechanic:

My hand slipped… Quite a few times, so here; have some Samstrong (Idea taken from this rp with thestrongarmalchemist).

centralmechanic:

My hand slipped… Quite a few times, so here; have some Samstrong (Idea taken from this rp with thestrongarmalchemist).


He keeps coming back for more… || amon-anon, thestrongarmalchemist 

amon-anon:

Hunter cursed the man loudly as his hand felt like it was smashed by the sheer weight and angle of the punch he had received. With his knife gone, and his left hand basically useless, Hunter could only distance himself from the man, gripping his hand protectively. 

Suddenly his attention was drawn to his peripheral view, of a very injured and angry read head, storming him with a bat raised. Ducking under it he kicked his lead out, connecting with the back of her knees. How stupid was she? She would have had a better chance staying to the side lines then trying to interfere with the fight. 

With his right (good) hand, he grabbed his second knife, and reversed the grip downwards, making a move to stab the very open and unprotected mechanic, and hopefully finish the job before things got too messy.  

Things had been steadily improving, with the assassin’s knife out of his hand; Alex had shifted forward, preparing to rain down further blows heavy and hard.  Not that he would pummel the man to death, but he would certainly make sure he was incapable of moving for quite some time.

The situation, however, rapidly changed once more - as Miss Thomas threw herself into the mix.  Whilst the Major inwardly admired her courage, he would have to talk to her later about the recklessness of her actions; how she had endangered herself trying to help him when he was more than adequate to deal with the situation.  Or perhaps that was his own way of trying to resolve some of the guilt he felt for the scene that played out before his eyes-

Miss Thomas, wide open and stunned from the kick, vulnerable to the second knife that the intruder was swiping down towards her.

There was no way to stop the momentum of that knife in time.  He also knew that should he not, it could result in Samantha’s death - something that the alchemist objected to very much so.  Thus, he found only one solution to this, and considering the difference in their bulk and muscle mass, it was the one that the Major would leap forwards for without a second of a heart beat.

Alex paid the flooring little mind, feeling it crunch under his wickedly heavy and forceful steps; but the power he put into his movement paid off, and before that knife could find its target in Miss Harris, it delved straight into the upper arm of Major Alex Louis Armstrong instead - acting as a barrier for the dazzled ginger mechanic.


untitled || centralmechanic 

centralmechanic:

Looking back up at Alex, the mechanic gave a small grin at the contact between them as she ignored the chorus of “oooh“‘s emitted from the others. Giving a small sigh, Sam found she was reluctant to see the Major have to leave… After all, she felt as though she’d already made a good friend in him.

But maybe he didn’t have to depart?

“D’y’wanna ‘ave a look ‘round?” the ginger asked, hoping it wasn’t obvious she was stalling his departure. “I’m not sure if’ve ever seen y’in ‘ere, that’s all.”

The mechanic was just in luck, as well - he’d finished his routine for the day, and was merely departing home after handing in a report.  So when she asked if he’d liked to look around, the Major was more than happy to.

"Of course!"  Alex’s booming voice displayed the eagerness he was hardly trying to hide.  Skilled with mechanics he might not be, but excited to learn?  Yes, the man was.


// @ thestrongarmalchemist 

ofautomailandcookies:

Winry had the shop closed today, so Amelia was going to take another shot at going to Central. Last time didn’t work out too well, since she had ended up getting lost and going in all different places, all over everywhere! But now, she was determined to get there. To get there and see what was going on. It was all curiosity that was getting to her, but that was all it was. 

She admired everyone there. As soon as she had found the right train to get on, Amelia was going the right way. Like Winry had told her before, it took a lot of time getting there, and since she wasn’t the most patient person, it was hard. 

But soon she was there, walking down and seeing everyone wearing those blue uniforms. What did she even come here for? There wasn’t a set thing, it was all out of curiosity.

It was his turn to patrol this late afternoon; not that Alex begrudged something like this, seeing as it kept his country safe from harm.  Besides, who would dare act out of line in the presence of the Strong-Arm Alchemist, if nothing more than to avoid the sight of his magnificent abs?

Which meant that it was the Major’s job to keep an eye out on anything that may be suspicious of anxious.  After all, whilst it was all fine and well to spot an initiator, it was just as good to spot a possible victim and save them a lot of bother.  

Speaking of which - his eyes fell on a young lady that seemed somewhat out of place.  Taking his que, the alchemist started to stride over, a few sparkles making their appearance as if to show the woman he meant no harm.

"Good afternoon, Miss."  Alex greeted, nodding his head very slightly.  "Are you in need of assistance?"  His moustache twitched with his words, mouth hidden due to its thickness.  "You seem somewhat lost."


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centralmechanic:

As awkward as she felt about being hoisted up and down from the towering Major’s shoulder, Sam was grateful for the assistance. Stumbling slightly on her damaged leg, she chuckled slightly as she regained her balance. “Cheers.”

However, mere moments after coming into view for those inside; a few gravely laughs were heard. Some of the co-workers had spotted her through the door, and were quick to jump to conclusions. “Not flirting around are you, girly?”
This accusation was responded with a glare and a pout from the ginger, waving her hand as if to shoo the men away and send them back to work. 

Much to the contrast of Miss Thomas, Armstrong merely watched with a mixture of confusion and amusement.  How could these simple men think anything of flirting when he’d simply given her a lift back to the garage?  Then again, humans were very creative creatures - and he was no exception.  The things their minds could come up with…

"Not at all, Miss Thomas."  Alex reached down, patting her shoulder once more; though he made sure to be very gentle about it this time.


He keeps coming back for more… || amon-anon, thestrongarmalchemist 

amon-anon:

centralmechanic:

Bumping against the wall, she was reluctant to press a hand to her ribs to take control of the bleeding. The stench of iron was wafting around her nostrils, and the side of her blouse was soaked with a slow flow of blood. It was enough to make her stomach churn, and to bring back extremely painful memories…

But now was not the time for her to be emptying her stomach onto the wooden floor.

Samantha watched for a fleeting moment as Alex Armstrong sailed into the darkened room towards the opponent, before twisting on her heel and darting off upstairs. “Chugainn!” the Merrowan commanded to her two dogs, ordering them to follow her onto the second floor. She’d be damned if another of her canines was killed…

Reaching the second story of the apartment, Sam quickly locked the two animals in her bedroom before crossing to the bathroom and searching reverently for a bandage as she tore the blood soaked blouse off.
After securing the cloth and a gauze strip onto the wound (and only just managing to hold her lunch down), the mechanic did something rather odd given the situation…

Samantha Thomas swapped her skirt for a pair of jeans on the floor. Heaven knows she wasn’t going to fight in a skirt.

With that, the ginger hurried back down the stairs - grabbing her old wooden bat as she descended.

Hunter could keep up with the large man no problem, it was being able to stay on offense that was the challenge. This man was more then twice his size, and his punches, let alone with the metal gauntlets, would surly kill him. 

He danced to the side, managing to avoid a swift punch, and managed to pull a large knife from a holster on his left hip. It was a scary piece of metal, with grooves in the blade to grip whatever, or whoever it was cutting.  Hunter brought up up to slash at the man’s gauntlet. If he could wound the hand, or even render his weapon useless, Hunter could stand a chance. But Armstrong would have none of it. 

Hunter dodged again, into a crouch this time, and hoped back to put some space between them. He flipped the blade in his hand backwards, and charged forward. He needed to force the brawler into a defensive position, and fast.

The sounds of footsteps down the hall drew his eyes away from the fight for a moment. Down the stairs ran the readhead, now only wearing a brazier and a quick first aid patch. He didn’t know what to be more shocked at. Her lack of clothing or the fact that she thought she could fight him with a side injury and a bat. Hunter looked back to Armstrong, just in time to dodge backwards. Bending back forward he ran, and skid onto his knees, passing threw Alex’s stance, and stood, running for Sam.

“You want a fight, lil’ lady. I’ll give ya one.” He smirked.  

On one level, Alex was somewhat impressed.  Of course, he’d been certain this man was fast - and fast he was, though moreso than expected.  His punches had been dodged without an inch of difficulty, though thankfully - the Alchemist was able to keep the intruder on the defensive for now.  If anything, that would allow for some time to formulate a strategy.

Avoiding the knife was an easy feat; his time spent training, particularly with his eldest sister - a blades specialist - had been highly beneficial for situations like this, where his fists versus a weapon weilding fiend should have put him at the weaker odds.  But they were still evenly matched; the assassin’s speed against his own power and tactics.

Whilst moving forward to strike the hunter in the jaw, the alchemist was somewhat distracted by the sound of pounding feet.  This caused him to err, and gave the intruder a chance to move aside - Armstrong’s fist collided with the wall, causing it to crack somewhat.  Turning his neck sharply to follow the man’s movements, he realised that the fool had turned his attention to a somewhat scantily clad Miss Thomas.

It was at this same moment that the Major felt somewhat inspired.

Turning his body around as fast as he could, and inwardly thanking his great height and bulk, Alex boomed at the intruder.  ”Where do you think you’re going?!”  He swiftly followed the shout with a fist to the roof, causing the room to shake; a soft, blue glow, representing alchemy at its finest, spread from his gauntlet-

-before the ceiling began to crumble.  Sensing that this had distracted the assassin somewhat, the Major took his chance; he lunged forward, one muscled arm wrapping around his waist - before flinging him sideways once more, this time in the direction of the window.

And to make sure his mark was true, Armstrong wasted no time in using the momentum of his body to turn back around, flying forwards to retaliate against anything the intruder might do to stop his motions towards the glass.


fullmetalrpconfessions:

I love how thestrongarmalchemist portrays Alex. He’s such a healthy dose of the squishy, sparkly Armstrong we all know and love, but with a side of the complexity of his past and character. You go girl, and may the otp float on :D

centralmechanic


[Hi I love you a lot.]

fullmetalrpconfessions:

I love how thestrongarmalchemist portrays Alex. He’s such a healthy dose of the squishy, sparkly Armstrong we all know and love, but with a side of the complexity of his past and character. You go girl, and may the otp float on :D

centralmechanic

[Hi I love you a lot.]


Someone kill me now. XD 

centralmechanic:

idontantimattermuch:

[I just sprayed my tea everywhere and all over my homework.
And I’m now choking due to laughter.
:’D]