Ward’s eyebrows furrowed in a frown as he clenched his eyes shut even tighter, rolling up into a ball. He could smell the musty forest floor, strong after the morning rain. Nose twitching, he tried to ignore his stomach as it growled. He hated mornings, loathed them. With their horrid brightness, birds chirping and who knew what horrors the day
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<'Why? I think you earned this information for one thing...and I don't want to see you dead if we ever do meet again. You are fun to talk to...You don't deserve death.'>
Sloth laid down on the ground, arms underneath her head, a calm look on her face. <'It is your call, Ward. If you say you don't want me here, then I'll leave. If not, I'll stay and let you experiment on me. It is your decision, and I'll abide by your rules, whatever they may be.'>
Sloth's eyes began to close however, feeling tired. She usually didn't get up until noon, so waking up this morning was out of the norm for her. The battle she fought with Ward also drained her, and she felt extremely tired. Her laziness that her kind was known for started sinking in, and Sloth was stuck between the land of dreams and the land of the living.
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<‘What exactly do I have to do?’> he asked, watching her out of the corner of his eyes, <‘What will happen?> He was genuinely curious now, feeling an urge to examine and find out.
<‘Will it hurt you?’> he hated to admit it, but talking to someone outside of a battle…was kind of nice.
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Sloth shook her head, waking herself up slightly. She had to tell Ward how to do the experiment.
<'All you have to do for the experiment, is to make the water that I am made of really cold. Extremely cold. Some of the air around me should be cold too, just in case. If the experiment is successful, then I'll either be completely frozen, or some parts of me will be frozen.'>
At this point Sloth took in a long breath, eyes drooping again.
<'If I am in the state where I am partly frozen, then I am still able to speak, but I will still be completely immobile. That is, of course, if I don't start creating my own body heat. If I am not frozen enough, then I can start churning my liquid body and create heat. With this heat, I would be able to melt the rest of my frozen body. So, if you ever find ( ... )
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Leaning back on his heels he observed the drowsy Sloth, keeping a wary eye on her. <‘Okay, I’m going to partly freeze you now.’>
Clapping his hands, he leaned cautiously forward, applying the alchemy to the Sloths hands, focussing on freezing her as the air itself seemed to get older around him.
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<'You've done well. I can't move. It was a success. Now you will be safe from others of my kind. Just remember to freeze them fully.'> Sloth said slowly, now fully awake.
Sloth started to churn the little unfrozen water within her body rapidly, and the the ice began to melt. Some steam rose up, and within a few minutes, Sloth was fully unfrozen. Yes, her teeth were chattering and she was shivering more so than she had ever done in her life, but never the less, she was happy.
<'Believe it or not, we Sloths are actually related to you Elrics. My Grandma told me her mother was a Trisha. She said we look just like them, just that we have obtained slightly darker pelts and our water powers. I am not sure if there are any left ( ... )
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He nodded at her words of warning, watching as she slowly unfroze herself. He frowned as she shivered.
<’Trisha? I think I remember stories of them. They were really nice and kind.’> Shifting awkwardly he rubbed the back of his head. Damn, this socialising thing was way harder than he thought.
He looked at her, then looked back at himself.
<’I don’t think Sloths are related to Elrics. We’re too different.’> he snorted, <’Besides, Elrics are much better looking.’> He nodded to himself.
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<'I don't know. It might be possible that we are related to Trishas. My mother and grandmother both said they looked similar to us, and that they had no water powers. I want to find one and see if that is true. But the Trishas seem to have been thrown out of existence. There may be none left. In fact, I hoping that you saw one...'> Sloth frowned, looking disappointed.
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<‘I think, if all the Trisha’s are gone, it’s probably the humans fault. They’re always killing us all off and locking us in their tiny little homes.’> he frowned. <‘If the humans havn’t killed them all off, they’ve probably got all the Trishas locked away in their Z-O-O-S.’>
Growling slightly, he studied the small pile of wood he had built up in front of him. <‘Humans are always doing things like that. Taking us from the wild, hiding and killing. They probably took all the nice and kind Trishas with their flowers.’>
Clapping his hands, he pressed them against the wood. The alchemy caused the wood to vibrate quickly until a small fire was happening.
<‘There. That should dry you quicker without you evaporating away into the clouds.’>
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<'You're probably right. Humans take everything away from us. Our food, our homes, our Prides. What makes them so superior to us? I see hardly any difference between us and them. They are just pompous little...'> Sloth growled for a moment, and started to glare at the fire. Her face softened for a second, looking thoughtful.
<'I wonder why they do that though. We hardly do anything to them, besides an occasional attack or two. I wonder why they take those things away from us. Our food, I suppose I can understand, but each other? Do they fear us?'>
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<‘Humans are…weird.’> Ward snorted, <‘No other way to explain it really. They’re selfish things who want everything and everyone in their possesion. What they can’t have, they destroy. They can’t have us, so they destroy us.’>
The Edward snarled slightly as he clenched a fist. <‘Humans are cruel weak things. The stupid things can’t even do alchemy and always think they’re doing what is best…The world would be better off without them.’>
He scowled down into the fire, practically daring it to try and annoy him. Stupid humans. Even out here they existed.
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