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[Sorry folks, I've been waiting to hear back from someone before posting. We continue tomorrow! biggrin *shot* ]

((Hey, don't look at me, I'm waiting on the boys. *pouts*))

((That's alright. I've had a bit of writer's block concerning this one.))

((Zimbu's comp seems to be having trouble, and it won't let him post in the thread. He told me to tell everyone, so I'm putting this here.))

Faulkner shrugged him off. "I can deal with your shenanigans, sir, but now we've got a younger charge to think about. Its on our shoulders, and I'm not about to shirk it," she said, giving him an evil eye. She sighed. "Besides, personal things shouldn't get in the way of business." She left that statement hang as the taxi she was hailing pulled up on the curb. She turned to Alex, "Everyone in."

Back in the crowd a young man with automail arms had dumped his back pack out on the ground. He opened and unfolded his arms into six spider leg like arms before going to work. He cut the horse skull in half length wise, inserted a ball bearing into each eye socket and made sure it had enough space to turn, but not enough to come lose. He took a metal plate, drilled a couple holes in it and bolted it to one half of the skull just on the edge of the eye socket to prevent the ball bearing from coming lose. Then he took another metal plate and cut it in half before welding one of the halves to the ball bearing in the socket.

Next he took the jaw and cut it in half. He took one of the halves and bolted it to the metal plate he’d just attached to the ball bearing in the socket; creating a limb. Then he repeated the process to make a matching limb. Next he took the forks and drilled holes in their handles to creates basic cradles. Then he took metal plates and cut them into smaller pieces that he then welded onto the fork handles; making sockets. He then inserted ball bearing into the sockets and installed limiters. Next he welded pieces of metal plating onto these ball bearings and bolted a piano key to each one. He then drilled a hole in the other ends of the piano keys, and bolted a metal plate to the base of each piano key which he then welded to a ball bearing. Next he bolted a metal plate to each side of each half of the skull in order to keep the new fingers attached. Next he took a couple of the arrows he’d made at home and tightly tied them to the upper halves of the limbs to give them more stability. Then he took the remaining metal plates, the hinges, the wires, the gears, the machete blade and the pendulum, and used them to build a basic but sturdy torso with a working set of hips. Once this was done he attached the limbs to the hips.

The creation was almost complete. Then he took four of the remaining arrows and all but two of the remaining ball bearings and built a tail which he then attached to the back end. Lastly, using the last piano key, the last two ball bearings, and the camera lens he built an eye on a stalk, that while it couldn’t mechanically serve as an eye, was good enough for the purpose this thing was being built for. He then attached the eye on a stalk to the front end of the body and drew a transmutation circle its back unlike any anyone present had seen before. Then he returned his six arms to being just 2 and put his hand on the transmutation circle. There was a small amount of light, and then the camera lens lit up and glowed red.

The golem looked around and started to slowly walk around, almost like a cat on the prowl. It looked at the people around it, before focusing on Alex. It stared at him like he was a meal waiting to be served.

The Young Man stood and watched his creation as the young woman talked to the kid. He thought, “Is that shrimp really an elric???”

Then he turned his red eyes to his cousin and said, “Go easy on him LemonHeart. Everyone makes mistakes, Including your grandmother.” This young man was tall, 5ft11, and while thin, had to be heavy. He had shoulder length straight blonde hair, with a single curl in the front. He had red eyes, which told he was of Ishvalan heritage, and his arms, both of them were automail. He wore a sleeveless white shirt and long black pants with no foot wear. His clothes weren’t tight on him, and he seemed friendly enough, but something about him wasn’t exactly comforting.