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ironysoul

RL for Greed;

Jan 15, 2011 22:56

Al had asked for a worldhop on the community. He'd told both Ed and Winry that he was going to Lior, but he could feel the pressure and anger growing inside him. He didn't want to explode again at his father -- Hohenheim was one of the only people left who wasn't pissed at him for something. And he didn't want to be that easy to find ( Read more... )

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material_guy January 16 2011, 05:41:04 UTC

A messy confrontation that was big enough to require his physical presence was definitely something a crew should drink to! But, typical "business" hours (not to be confused with bar hours or any other number of business hours, for Greed was a mogul of many businesses) were nine at night to one in the morning, and it seemed the rest of his crew took that night's overtime to be their party time.

Maybe they were avoiding him? Naah, they loved him!
Maybe they loved their jobs so much it was like a party on its own? Greed was sure he made everything he was involved in more fun ( ... )

ironysoul January 16 2011, 14:12:48 UTC

Actually, there was a part of Al that would have liked to see them -- Dorchette, Martel -- but in this world, they didn't know him. It didn't matter, because the homonculus entered alone.

He rose from his corner, still shadowy and backlit, looking an awful lot like a monster, if you didn't know he was just an almost-17 year old boy.

"Mr. Homonculus?" Ahh! The monster had a menacing, resonating voice -- oh, wait, no. He just sounded like himself.

material_guy January 16 2011, 15:01:33 UTC

Even a hardened gangster would feel his pulse race at a sight like that, looming in the far corner at absurd hours of the night, rustling out from the silence of a place so familiar that a shadow shouldn't have been able to hide without seeming out of place. But, Greed was no ordinary punk; the Devil's Nest was home to not only hulking, occasionally horned men like Roa, to crocodile teethed perverts--besides Greed, to crosses between beast and covert operation specialists, but even to the likes of Shou Tucker, the most terrifying trench coat flasher furry in all of Amestris ( ... )

ironysoul January 16 2011, 15:14:20 UTC

Al came over to sit beside him, moving into the light. With no body, there was no way to tell the emotional toll the past few weeks had had on him.

He regarded the alcohol curiously. Except for a few viruses, he had no frame of reference for understanding being drunk. Sure, he could define it, or give a scientific explanation, but what it felt like? The pure, physical sensation was simply beyond him. But, for the first time in his life, he really, really, really wished he could get drunk.

He sat beside the homonculus with his elbows on the bar, and his chin in his hands. "I came to give you the secret of immortality. You said you wanted it, didn't you?"

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