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concoursec2012-10-16 10:43 pm
rewritethis) wrote in concoursec2012-10-16 10:43 pm
What's gone is mute, someone changed the truth (backdated)
Characters: Edward Elric, Maria Cyphert, anyone else!
Location: Three dreams, one after another.
Rating: PG-13 for angst, grimdark, probable language, Germans and angst.
Open/Closed/Finished: Open!
Summary: Time Compression laughs at reticence.
[Night 1]
Picturesque fields stretch as far as the eye can see, dyed a soft orange by the sun as it hangs lazily over the horizon. Nearby, a tree rustles in the crisp breeze, its shadow rippling across the dirt path beside it like light on water. There's no such thing as a perfect summer's evening, but by most people's standards, this would come close.
The two blond kids currently wandering down the path seem a little too preoccupied to bask in it, though.
"Water, 40 litres... um..."
Unnoticed, a red and black blur pelts after them, still a fair distance behind but rapidly gaining ground.
"Saltpetre?" prompts the other kid, without looking round; he's sticking his arm out to run his fingers over the top of the wall bordering the path as they walk, and it seems to have captured most of his attention.
"Saltpetre..." The first boy, whose hair is slightly darker and whose expression is considerably less focused, gives up after a few protracted seconds and hangs his head. "Sorry, brother."
His brother sighs. It's drawn-out and theatrical in a way that may or may not be familiar. "Come on, Al, can't you take this seriously?"
"I am taking it seriously!" Al says, sounding mildly aggrieved. "It's just hard to remember."
They continue to walk together, completely oblivious as the blur thunders right up to them, resolves itself into an uncannily similar-looking person, lunges viciously at the nearest kid's backpack -
- and meets thin air. Without fanfare or even the faintest suggestion of movement, neither of the younger boys are in front of him any more. They're quite a ways further along the path, their voices starting to fade out of earshot, and they've always been that far ahead.
Edward Elric is not most people. He is livid - audibly growling with frustration as he drags himself to his feet, in fact - but if anyone happens to have a decent view of his expression at this moment in time, that's not the only emotion they'll be able to see in it. Messed-up dream or not, like hell he's going to sit here and watch those two get away.
[Night 2]
On its own, there's nothing particularly suspicious about this villa. Sure, the opulence of the garden alone seems out of place compared to the atmosphere of the city visible just beyond its gates, never mind the architecture, but places like that exist everywhere. And the armed guards, well, they probably come with the package.
The young man crouching in the bushes, watching those guards so intently that he probably wouldn't hear anyone else approach him, let alone see? Not quite as fitting.
[Night 3]
Whoever designed this dream must have been running a little low on ideas by this stage. It's utterly empty - a vast, featureless expanse of yellowish-white in almost all directions.
There must be some form of solid ground here, though, because somebody's standing right in the middle of it, staring fixedly at nothing immediately obvious.
He's dressed almost entirely in black, which makes it difficult to tell from a distance exactly what the stain on the front of his shirt is. Something that's less difficult to discern is the fact that he really, really doesn't want to be here. It's written all over his face.
Location: Three dreams, one after another.
Rating: PG-13 for angst, grimdark, probable language, Germans and angst.
Open/Closed/Finished: Open!
Summary: Time Compression laughs at reticence.
[Night 1]
Picturesque fields stretch as far as the eye can see, dyed a soft orange by the sun as it hangs lazily over the horizon. Nearby, a tree rustles in the crisp breeze, its shadow rippling across the dirt path beside it like light on water. There's no such thing as a perfect summer's evening, but by most people's standards, this would come close.
The two blond kids currently wandering down the path seem a little too preoccupied to bask in it, though.
"Water, 40 litres... um..."
Unnoticed, a red and black blur pelts after them, still a fair distance behind but rapidly gaining ground.
"Saltpetre?" prompts the other kid, without looking round; he's sticking his arm out to run his fingers over the top of the wall bordering the path as they walk, and it seems to have captured most of his attention.
"Saltpetre..." The first boy, whose hair is slightly darker and whose expression is considerably less focused, gives up after a few protracted seconds and hangs his head. "Sorry, brother."
His brother sighs. It's drawn-out and theatrical in a way that may or may not be familiar. "Come on, Al, can't you take this seriously?"
"I am taking it seriously!" Al says, sounding mildly aggrieved. "It's just hard to remember."
They continue to walk together, completely oblivious as the blur thunders right up to them, resolves itself into an uncannily similar-looking person, lunges viciously at the nearest kid's backpack -
- and meets thin air. Without fanfare or even the faintest suggestion of movement, neither of the younger boys are in front of him any more. They're quite a ways further along the path, their voices starting to fade out of earshot, and they've always been that far ahead.
Edward Elric is not most people. He is livid - audibly growling with frustration as he drags himself to his feet, in fact - but if anyone happens to have a decent view of his expression at this moment in time, that's not the only emotion they'll be able to see in it. Messed-up dream or not, like hell he's going to sit here and watch those two get away.
[Night 2]
On its own, there's nothing particularly suspicious about this villa. Sure, the opulence of the garden alone seems out of place compared to the atmosphere of the city visible just beyond its gates, never mind the architecture, but places like that exist everywhere. And the armed guards, well, they probably come with the package.
The young man crouching in the bushes, watching those guards so intently that he probably wouldn't hear anyone else approach him, let alone see? Not quite as fitting.
[Night 3]
Whoever designed this dream must have been running a little low on ideas by this stage. It's utterly empty - a vast, featureless expanse of yellowish-white in almost all directions.
There must be some form of solid ground here, though, because somebody's standing right in the middle of it, staring fixedly at nothing immediately obvious.
He's dressed almost entirely in black, which makes it difficult to tell from a distance exactly what the stain on the front of his shirt is. Something that's less difficult to discern is the fact that he really, really doesn't want to be here. It's written all over his face.
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"How did you get in here?"
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"I--I'm sorry, Ed. I guess if I just stick with you? Maybe I can help?" At the very least, chances were this might help her get to know him better. She watched the boys for a moment, figuring one of them must be the younger brother Ed has mentioned.
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He didn't immediately respond to her offer of help. What could she possibly help with? He knew what he wanted to do, but... he'd just tried it. Several times. If he couldn't manage to properly beat himself, even with all the practice he'd had, who would?
Ahead of them, the younger boys ambled along, rattling off chemical names and measurements as they went, both of them clearly bubbling with an enthusiasm that seemed a little out of place in the setting.
Ed watched them with narrowed eyes.
"You're wondering about them," he said eventually. It wasn't phrased as a question.
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"Well, I'm kind of curious. It seems like they are listing ingredients for something?" She wasn't entirely sure what, exactly, but she had a little idea on alchemy from what Ed taught her and what she had tried to read herself at the library, at least. "That's....you, right? And your younger brother."
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"Ha. Yeah, it's something all right. And not what he's expecting, that's for sure." He glared fixedly over at his younger self, who seemed to be sticking his tongue out in response to whatever his brother had just said. "Looks like they can't see you, either. That's too bad. Although if you want to give it a try..."
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