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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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Daring casts another look at the window. She's not really a fan of crawling through broken glass to get somewhere, but it's vaguely something she's done before. Maybe not exactly glass, but close enough.
"Let me guess: you want me to squeeze through that open it for you once I'm through?"
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"No, wait a minute," he says slowly. "Say you were carrying someone. Just... hypothetically. How fast do you think you could get up there? ...Without dropping them?"
It's too bad they are on Earth - he figures being able to make a decoy would come in really handy round about now. Then again, the guards' shadows across the lawn are lengthening, and the sky above them is already beginning to tint purple; they won't have much longer to wait.
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"From here to there? A few seconds if that someone holds on tight enough." She winks. Daring might not be as fast as Rainbow Dash, but she has more control (i.e. not nearly as many crash landings). Either way, she catches on to his line of thinking pretty quickly. "You're not too heavy, are you?"
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"Guess you'll find out when we try it," he says instead, and squints across the lawn again. "A few seconds, huh? So... if these jerks don't suddenly switch up the way they're patrolling, they'll pass behind that hedge over there. And in this light, or a little less..." Despite the tension of the situation, he can't help but grin a bit. "Bingo. What do you think? Sound like more of a plan?"
It's clear from the size of the hedge he's motioning his head towards that he might be using a slightly generous definition of "few"...
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She nods. "Sounds good. It won't be long before they're in position, so once that window opens up, we fly right on through it. Might wanna hop on now."
Daring readies herself for Ed to get on her back. If there's one thing the mare has a talent for, it's her reflexes. The aforementioned hedge wouldn't obstruct the guards' vision for long, but it'll be long enough for Daring to make it across without being spotted. Most likely. She's just watching them closely, waiting for her time to move...
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Anyway, fortunately, he has something more important to concentrate on as the guards continue to patrol and the shadows across the lawn lengthen.
The moment they set foot behind the hedge, he leans down and hisses, "Now!"
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hoofhandwaved for now, given the gravity of everything in the area that wasn't a colorful talking animal.Her reflexes are honed and the instant they set off behind the hedge, Daring springs forward with her wings outstretched and forcing down the air beneath them. Even with Ed on her back, she can still zoom through the air quick enough to briefly leave behind that grayscale rainbow she does when moving so quickly.
It fades quickly and before the guards can notice its existence. The instant they walk past that hedge and catch sight of Daring's and Ed's original location, the pegasus has already parked herself on the roof.
"Heh...there's no rush like a close call, am I right?"