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concoursec2013-03-21 09:11 pm
rewritethis) wrote in concoursec2013-03-21 09:11 pm
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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You could just say to my face that you don't want to tell me for free.
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...But all the same, after a second, he seems to look a little smaller.]
I'm listening.
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Paramagic stock.
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[The idea honestly hasn't crossed his mind before. He raises a hand to his chin, temporarily forgetting to frown. Figures and tables from textbooks he's read buzz through his mind almost faster than conscious thought.
A limit break works as an energy source, so there's no reason why it shouldn't be possible, but...]
You'd need a lot... [His expression hardens.] And it's still only half of the problem.
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[He hangs his head. The faint note of hope in his voice just now seems to have disappeared.]
Back to square one, I guess. [He half smiles.] But who am I kidding? I never left.
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That's why I was hoping this would work instead. If a homunculus is what an alchemist's sin pulls out of the Gate, it makes sense that you'd go the other way by sending it back. But you just had to screw that up, didn't you?
[He doesn't sound angry right now, though. Indistinct, mostly.]
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[He makes a frustrated noise, looking down at his right hand like it's going to offer him a clearer answer than this jerk.
Then, suddenly, his eyes widen.]
Wait a minute. How could I forget? The day he brought me back... [Though his voice is still relatively quiet - he's talking to himself - it's picking up momentum.] If what I need to bring the Gate here is something with one foot already in it, I literally have...!
[And he trails off, but only because now the ideas are flying through his head too fast to be worth vocalising. His forehead creases.]
It... could work. [His clap this time is louder than the last.] Then this'll be my backup.
[He ducks down one more time. The ground glows and ripples, wave-like, over the black lines of the array. After a few seconds, the area looks just the same as it did when he first ran out here.
He hesitates again as he stands up, though.]
...Sorry.
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Well... [He smiles lopsidedly again as he turns away.] I guess I owe you once, whoever you are.
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[Then he breaks into a run. Gotta go find another shirt...]