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Rematch
Character(s): Ed Elric, Greedling
Location: The halls of Garden, and then not too far outside them...
Rating: PG-13 for shortarse; maybe R later if the violence gets bad, but probably not
Open/Closed/Finished: Closed
Summary: What do you call it when some jerk decides to pick a fight in a hallway on absolutely no provocation? Equivalent exchange!
[Inspiration's a tricky thing. It's treated as random, spontaneous, a stray particle drifting through the universe that only hits whatever it does by chance - but unless there's already something there for it to interact with, unless you've already put the right kind of thinking in, it'll pass straight on through.
Ed's been doing a lot of thinking since that last spate of Time Compressed newcomers. Earlier, he could have been spotted in the library or the back of a classroom flicking agitatedly through one of his well-thumbed notebooks and looking even moodier than normal.
But you would have had to notice that earlier. There's no trace of it now, no sign of wavering as he charges down this corridor with one specific target in mind.]
Hey, you!
[And he makes a grab for said target's shoulder, in no way expecting it to land.
It's a long shot - so long that it goes beyond unreasonable, it's insane, and he's insane for trying it. Everything he's heard about the world Greed is from tells him he's dealing with something he doesn't understand, and that always ends so well. Still, he has to try. If it works...
Goddamn he hopes this works.]
Location: The halls of Garden, and then not too far outside them...
Rating: PG-13 for shortarse; maybe R later if the violence gets bad, but probably not
Open/Closed/Finished: Closed
Summary: What do you call it when some jerk decides to pick a fight in a hallway on absolutely no provocation? Equivalent exchange!
[Inspiration's a tricky thing. It's treated as random, spontaneous, a stray particle drifting through the universe that only hits whatever it does by chance - but unless there's already something there for it to interact with, unless you've already put the right kind of thinking in, it'll pass straight on through.
Ed's been doing a lot of thinking since that last spate of Time Compressed newcomers. Earlier, he could have been spotted in the library or the back of a classroom flicking agitatedly through one of his well-thumbed notebooks and looking even moodier than normal.
But you would have had to notice that earlier. There's no trace of it now, no sign of wavering as he charges down this corridor with one specific target in mind.]
Hey, you!
[And he makes a grab for said target's shoulder, in no way expecting it to land.
It's a long shot - so long that it goes beyond unreasonable, it's insane, and he's insane for trying it. Everything he's heard about the world Greed is from tells him he's dealing with something he doesn't understand, and that always ends so well. Still, he has to try. If it works...
Goddamn he hopes this works.]
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Ed isn't really gloating at this point - if anything, a glimpse of his face will betray a look of almost the opposite of triumph - but neither is he taking his hands away.]
Well, here goes...
[The entire circle lights up a harsh, piercing red.
And then, without much fanfare, fades.
Ed looks stunned. Attempting a transmutation of this scale without a test run, he'd been bracing himself for some wildly out of control reaction or vicious rebound, but...]
Something's still missing? [His disbelief quickly picks up an edge.] How could something be missing?! He's right there!
[Although possibly not in the same place he was the last time Ed looked, because this lapse of attention just cost whatever was left of the time that stunt with the spikes managed to buy.]
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[Greed shoves his way out of the last of the containment, more disbelieving and confused than actually angry.]
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Another wave of spikes bursts out of the ground, warping the lines of the array. It isn't nearly as fast as the first, though.]
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Still, the only answer Greed's getting for now is another silent, sullen glare.]
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[He isn't doing a great job of disguising the shaking in his voice.]
Guess I have to make you hold still the old fashioned way...!
[Suddenly, he kicks hard, trying to wrench his clothes free.]
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You could try just asking. Unless this is something I wouldn't approve of.
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Well, how would I know that? Just 'cause the other Greed had a deathwish doesn't mean I get to go around making assumptions.
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[In a burst of blue light, the ground under their feet quickly begins to repair itself, along with the array.]
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[That isn't Greed's voice. Still his body, of course -- or rather, Ling's body, which Ling himself wears different than Greed does. Eyes mostly closed, posture different, and a look of shock that has none of Greed's usual calculation behind it.]
Aside from this being MY body, what do you think you're going to accomplish like this?!
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Ed's hands curl into fists on the ground as he distractedly looks down and tries to focus. Must be a trick of some kind. Well, whatever. He can still do this. Maybe the array just needs a little alteration...]
An equivalent exchange, what else?
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He doesn't move.]
What the hell are you talking about now?
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All the energy you could ever want. You'd just have to sacrifice me, Greed, and those souls. Get your body back. Get your brother's body back. All you have to do is spend someone else's lives like cenz.
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Very slowly, he slumps into something close to a sitting position.]
...Why should I believe you?
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[The shifty-eyed Ling watches Ed slump, then crouches down and offers him a wave.]
Strange as it is, I guess we haven't met. The name's Ling.
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Dammit. This is starting to remind him of a whole boatload of things he'd rather not think about.]
This is how it's gonna be, huh? [When he does find his voice again, it's uncharacteristically quiet, but by no means soft.] How's anyone supposed to move forward when every step is a step back?
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First, you stop punching at the wall.
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And don't think for a second I wouldn't do it, either. You just aren't what I'm looking for.
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You can look Al in the face after that? Or Winry? That's the sort of man you want to become?
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Who the hell cares what I want?
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