Unceremonious Drop-In... (Open to 3 people max.)

[edward]

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ooc: This is a long post, but only due to it being introductory. The rest of my replies shouldn't be nearly this long; so don't let this wall of words stop you from joining! XD

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It was... So dark... He had a feeling that even if he opened his eyes, there would be absolutely nothing to see. The stench of blood and rotting material that occupied Gluttony's stomach was rapidly fading, though he swore it would stick on him no matter how many times he tried to bathe the stuff off him. If there had been any sound, he assumed it would have been a rushing noise; like a passing train. But there was no sound... Only the feeling of speeding through empty space... Surly he'd come out of the monster's belly soon. Then he would be able to check on Alphonse, make sure he was OK. But the trip seemed to go on and on, there was no end to that feeling in his gut which occurred when one suddenly dropped on a roller coaster or something... Zero Gravity, that was it... An unwelcome fear was beginning to uncoil within him; why wasn't he out yet? The eyes couldn't be forced shut any longer. They opened, though he had been right... There was nothing to see... Except maybe that pinprick of light which was zooming toward him as if a train were coming out of a tunnel. The jaw dropped, and he struggled to move his limbs, to get out of they way; he was disoriented and confused. What sort of alchemy was this?! Yet he couldn't move a limb, neither flesh nor auto-mail... Then the light was upon him, and he felt himself falling. It was blinding, the golden eyes slid closed as he tried to not think of what could happen next.

Of course, the mind payed no attention... Nasty images of him splattered on the ground somewhere, or perhaps tangled up in some thorny branches of a bush... Or worse, maybe landing in water... He'd caught a glimpse of a blue expanse below him before he closed his eyes... He couldn't swim; and he didn't think the auto-mail would hold up long if immersed in water... No doubt, it would gather some rust. As for his body... A fall from such a great height would make the water into concrete... Even if he somehow survived, he'd be too shocked to do much... There had been land. He opened his eyes once more, and saw to his great relief that it was green hills below him; not the hungry waves of water slightly to his left. The hands clapped together; one metal, one flesh; and he felt the familiar surge of alchemy. The ground rushed up to meet him, and the hands stretched out to make contact with ground. The moment solid earth was touching the hands, the ground began to morph; transforming into a sort of slide made up of mud the alchemy had created from the earth. He rolled head over heel down the mushy ramp, sliding to a halt in a massive mud puddle which came to his waist when he stood up. It was disgustingly wet, but hey; it had saved his life... No complaints.

The blond haired youth, coated from head to toe in mud, clambered out of the pit while a stream of curses slipped from his lips. What the hell had just happened?! This wasn't where he was before being devoured by that homunculus, and there was no trace of Alphonse, Lin, Mustang, Riza, or Envy... Fear crashed over him like a wave as he surveyed the land around him, glimpsing what appeared to be a city a few miles in the distance of this large plain. With difficulty, he forced down the despair that threatened to engulf him, and turned toward the huge lake which might have been his doom. He'd have to clean himself up; then he'd go to that city to try to figure out where the hell he was. With some more alchemy, the mud was transformed into separate water and dirt, which became sand. The water then became steam, leaving him mostly dry; and he shook the sand grains off the red coat which was his trademark article of clothing. He brushed the rest of the gritty substance from his clothing with gloved hands, then turned toward the city; feeling a bit better now that he was mud-free. The youth considered reshaping the hills back into it's original form; so the mud mole wouldn't cause problems, but he decided against it. Who would be all the way out here? Mud was a natural substance, it would cause little or no problems for the environment. He shrugged, and began to walk toward the distant city; rotating his auto-mail arm and checking his leg for any dents. Everything seemed intact, he was only very shaken from his fall. The city loomed closer; huge buildings trying to touch the sky, and he was in a towering temper by the time he arrived...

The youth walked into the city, taking note of a nearby sign which stated that the place was called Isafaro. He began to feel a bit hollow from sudden concern then, there was no city called Isafaro in Amestris... Or anywhere around the country as far as he knew... And he knew quite a lot thanks to his constant travel. This wasn't Amestris... Which meant he'd somehow landed somewhere that was who knew how far away from his younger brother. "Al... Alphonse..." He whispered in horror under his breath. Where was his brother? How would he find his way home? From what he knew about "The Truth", the being who resided near those Alchemic Gates in some alternate world between worlds; the being enjoyed messing with life-forms which crossed its path. They had now met twice, and perhaps the creature had decided to send him to another world rather than back to his brother... It had, after all, taken so much away from him already... All thanks to Equivalent Exchange. Why not take more from him? Fury pulsed through him from head to foot.

The eyes slid shut again, and he took a moment to breath in and out with slow breaths; trying to calm his shot nerves. Alphonse could take care of himself... Despite his own status as the older brother, he had yet to defeat Al in a sparring match. Besides... Al was with the Colonel and Hawkeye when he left them, he was probably still with the military personnel. He was in safe hands... Well, he wasn't so sure about safety when Mustang was involved; but Riza was there. She knew how to keep the Colonel in line. Together, the pair would be a formidable force for any potential attackers to get through to reach Alphonse. His younger brother would be fine... If he wasn't, then he would hold Mustang responsible; and beat the life out of the hot-headed man when he got the chance. Feeling a bit better, the youth's golden eyes opened and rose to the sky. The sun was starting to go down, it would get dark pretty fast.

Edward moved deeper into the city; marveling and how tall most of these buildings were. This place was pretty high tech... Even his auto-mail might not be an unfamiliar structure to those who lived here. Speaking the denizens, the youth noted that the mass of people who were milling about in the street all seemed pretty rushed. They were rapidly filtering out of the main crowd into buildings which must have been their home; stores all around were closing down. He felt a sense of foreboding as he walked through the emptying streets, and he was unable to not constantly look around in all directions in a shifty way. Did sunset signal some danger to these people? They all looked unhappy, most were terrified and extremely jumpy... He'd only just arrived here, but he decided it would be a good idea to follow the lead of those who resided here... He pulled the red coat tighter about himself and turned toward an alleyway. He wouldn't go barging into some random building, but he had to find somewhere to take shelter. The darkness of this alleyway seemed like the best idea.

As the last rays of sunlight finally vanished, the youth shifted into the very back of the alleyway; and soon created what looked like a large doghouse against the dead-end wall. This "doghouse", however, had a unique appearance. Using his alchemy carefully as it was constructed, he'd created intricate carvings all over the thing. Picture of demons, dragons, hell hounds; any unpleasant creatures he could think of, were all visible. The small structure had a distinct Gothic look about it by the time he'd finished. He just liked making things like that. Finally, the blond ducked into his little house,which was just high enough for him to stand up straight; and wide enough for him to stretch out when he finally chose to sleep. He was starving, but now wasn't the time to worry about food... In the morning, maybe... He sat down in a corner, stretching out his auto-mail leg while the right was simply bent at a 90 degree angle. He rested his arms on his raised knee and closed his eyes; feeling a sense of loneliness at the lack of his brother's presence. No doubt; he'd appear like a depressed, lost child to anyone who somehow found him. In a way, he was; just not exactly in a pit of despair. He was determined to figure out why he'd come here, and to get home safely.

[grimmhallows]

The Librarian was a curious sort of youth; hardly one to sit by and ignore many of the wonderous things that caught his raterh odd colored eyes; though this world it seemed that eye color was about as random as the vast ranges of scenery throughout what a local had named "Jherra".

Today's scouting mission had him walking along the road near the water; since he'd yet to take samples and test it. However, noticing the rather strange manipulation of stone in the distance, the youth's insatioable lust for knowledge and understanding now tugged at him, the strange rising house now gaining not only a more fortified shape, but a dark theme to it's decoration.
Manipulation of the earth with such attention to detail.... A natural phenomenon? Or a demon of the ground?
Both, in this place, is highly a logical and relatively safe assumption...
Freezing as the final touches on this strange house came, he pulled a black cloak tighter against himself, pressing against a slight wind toward the strange self building house of stone.
Perhaps a wizard? Or some manner of beast? I should attempt to lure it out... Thought the Librarian, and almost allowing himself to smile at his own cleverness.
[Food.]

He crept up to the house, hoping he hadn't been detected by any sensors or technology he hadn't encountered before, and then hid in a patch of taller grass, carefully listening in.
Seems to be sleeping.... Snores loudly too. How distasteful... he thought as he pulled a small parcel from his long robes; a sweet fragrance of honey and cinnamon wafting from between the brown paper.
He then whispered to it; a tiny rune set into the paper, nearly invisible to untrained eyes.
If it poses too great a threat to study, I will simply have to study it's anatomy instead...

[edward]

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Maybe it was all just a dream.. Perhaps he'd wake up in a few hours and be back in his own world. He could tell Alphonse and everyone else that he'd had the weirdest dream ever; maybe this dream in Gluttony's stomach might bring information to light about how he could get Al's soul back from "The Truth's" world. Maybe this was The Truth's world, it certainly seemed like the place had been really messed up over countless years. That shiny white being certainly enjoyed playing with those pathetic human beings. The blond wanted it all to be a dream; he couldn't afford to run around lost in weird worlds. He still had to get Al's body back... But wishes could never change reality... The fall had been very real; he still ached all over from rolling down his mud slide to save his own life. The long walk had been tiring, and the people he'd passed in the city had felt pretty solid when they unknowingly ran into him. The ground upon which he sat now, inside his "doghouse" in this alleyway; it was very real. It was hard and uncomfortable...

Edward's golden eyes flew open. He was still leaning against the inside wall of his miniature house, his body felt stiff from being on the hard ground so long. Apparently, he'd dozed off... Not a good thing to do in some unfamiliar world. What if he'd been attacked in his sleep? He couldn't let his guard down, he had someone to return to when he found a way off this hellish place. Briefly, he wondered what had awoken him; and shot a suspicious glance out of a small window, which had a many headed snake engraved on the windowsill. It was dark outside, only a few dim rays of light reached this far into the alleyway from streetlamps on the main road. The sky was dark and he saw no moon, there was a certain chill in the air which made him shudder and pull his red coat tighter around himself. He felt like he was being watched... He wasn't one who was easy to frighten, he'd seen enough through his lifetime to be indifferent to some of the most paranormal activities. But this was a bit creepy... With a sigh, the youth got to his feet; straightening out his attire as he did so. He took a moment to remove his gloves and stuff them in a pocket; no reason to keep wearing them. The metal hand gleamed coldly in the dim lighting within his sanctuary.

He hesitated by the door just big enough to let him through, then opened it. It made no noise thanks to the careful construction he'd put into the tiny building's creation. The sounds of his booted feet made quiet echoes as he went through the door; closing it carefully behind him before looking out into the shadows of the alleyway. He didn't see anything there, but he was certain the place wasn't as deserted as it appeared. And was that cinnamon he smelled? The youth waited, expecting someone or something to come forward and confront him. But nothing happened... So, whatever was out here was trying to sneak up on him... And doing that meant whoever came probably had hostile intent. There was no fear in the golden gaze as he looked around; almost bored. He'd notice any movement, and was ready to use alchemy the instant it was needed. "I know you're there..." He called quietly into the alleyway; eyes still straining to see through the darkness and pick out some life form. "What the hell do you want?"

[grimmhallows]

Stepping out of the shadows with a slight look of relief on his face, The Librarian lightly bowed to the blonde man in the red cloak. Remembering a vague discussion on elementals and science, he immediately concluded that this youth was as The Librarian was; a scientist. What sort had yet to be revealed.
"I assume you came here through one of the many inter-dimensional rifts that seem as common as the surprises lurking behind every corner in this damned city. I would now know your name, scientist." The Librarian's emontionless voice seemed to rasp out; sounding rather reserved in volume and presence.
If his thoughts be confirmed and his fears settled, so long as nothing interfered he might actually come to show this young man The Library.

[edward]

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Finally, movement... The blond youth immediately shifted into a defensive stance. raising both arms in preparation to transmute his auto-mail arm into he favorite knife blade. But the one who appeared... Didn't seem hostile... The golden eyes widened in surprise, and his stance relaxed slightly. Well, maybe no everyone in this creepy place bore harmful intent. The newcomer bowed in greeting, and Edward tipped his head forward in a return bow. Apparently, this guys knew about that weird black hole thing... Inter-dimesional rift...? That didn't sound good at all... On top of it all, he didn't exactly seem fond of this place either. While the hooded cloak was a bit unnerving and bound to make him suspicious; this one continued to show no signs of harmful intent. So... Neither would he. The youth stepped forward, moving toward the newcomer and coming to a halt a few feet away. "I'm Edward." He said simply, shrugging. "Equivalent Exchange..." He added, raising his eyebrows. "I gave you my name, so what is yours? I'd really rather not refer to you as 'you with the cloak', or something like that."

[grimmhallows]

Raising a pale hand and letting skin touch what little light entered tis dark and dreary alleyway, The Librarian seemed to struggle at the question. Had he ever had a name? Or did he lose it? As questions rushed to his mind, he clenched his fist, a few dark locks of black hair falling from the confines of his hood to reveal themselves. The Librarian shook his head, the joined robes seeming to state the confusion the boy felt.
"You may call me as I have always been called, I suppose. I am The Librarian, quite simply. Keeper of books and a user of magic not unlike your own. Though your kind of magic is based of science it seems. Calculations and numbers, base scientific elements and expansion and compression, and possibly fusion of atoms. Marvellous . . . . " he seemed to manage. He hardly took a breath, and his arm retreated back to the confines of his robes sleeve; the robes arms looked rather long compared to the actual size of the red eyed boy.

These red hues one scanned the young man once more, and he seemed to sigh slightly. He offered a slight smirk however, with his next statement.
"For someone gifted in the use of science, why do you look so minuscule? Like a tiny doll . . . "

[edward]

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The seconds stretched into minutes, and yet no answer came. The youth continued to gaze curiously toward the hooded figure, who seemed to be having some difficulty with an answer. Was he like Scar...? Once had a name, then cast it aside for personal reasons? Or maybe he'd just never had a name... Maybe whoever had brought him into existence hadn't cared enough to give a name. that thought brought a stab of sympathy to the blond. He may not have had the greatest childhood, but he at least had a mother who'd loved and cared about him. His father had left them, but he must have loved his two sons as well... But that didn't stop the hate... He remained motionless in front of his tiny Gothic house, the golden eyes didn't waver. The man seemed to reach for the sky, pale skin gleaming oddly in the dim lighting. Finally, he got an answer; but it did nothing but only raise his suspicions. The Librarian...? Maybe he'd just call this creep Bookwork instead, just as he'd had nicknamed Sheska. But he thought better of it; it might be insulting. The youth nodded after a moment when the man finished speaking.

"Alchemy is nothing but science. All that you have said is true, they describe different sorts of alchemy people can learn. But regardless of the alchemy type, we all share the same laws. 'Matter can neither be created nor destroyed, it only changes form'. Alchemy cannot create something from nothing, but it can deconstruct and reconstruct matter into other forms." He jerked a thumb over his shoulder at his house. "I simply made this from the ground upon which we stand, and part of the wall it is up against. If you look closely, you'll see a sort of pit around its base; that is where I took stone and reshaped it." His arms uncrossed as he continued. "The basic law of Alchemy is what we call 'Equivalent Exchange'." The golden hued eyes rose to fix on the dark sky as he began to recite in an almost bored voice. "Humankind cannot gain anything without first giving something in return. To obtain, something of equal value must be lost." He couldn't help but wonder why he was telling all that to this creepy hooded man. Maybe it was because he seemed to genuinely feel an attraction to science. Maybe he and this guy could get along eventually...

Or maybe not... The man's next words immediately snapped him out of his world of science talk, and he glared at the man. The face, so calm and content before had suddenly shifted into a look of utter fury, and his legs shifted into a battle stance. The hands were clenched into fists as he raised them, the metal right one glittered unnaturally with an almost ghostly light in the dingy alleyway. The eyes were narrowed in rage at the insult, and he could feel a vein throbbing dangerously in his temple. "You don't seem all that tall yourself, you bastard! How the hell should I know the reasons for my size?! And don't you dare call me a 'doll' again; or this 'shorty' may just have to kick your ass!" He was on the verge of attacking, it was only his caution and lack of knowledge about this world that was making him hesitate. For all he knew, he might be some sort of freakishly strong person with strange powers.

[grimmhallows]

A slight laugh came from The Librarian. A man who defended himself over something so simple? He had the heart of several men he'd met throughout his home's history. However, he believed he should perhaps entertain this scientists theory of 'equivalent exchange'. After all, many creatures in this world did not follow this law of science. This simple, yet misunderstood concept; since give and take did not apply to those with true magic. Magic such as the death song, or even the summoning of the dead. Looking to this blonde haired youth, his golden eyes intense upon the young man barely out of this teenage years himself, it seemed that this scientist needed an eye opener to the truth of a reality distorted by time and space, ripped apart and mashed together.

He held his arm out, directly at the youth, and seemed to focus, The Librarian slightly giving a hint of smugness as his scythe slowly constructed itself from what seemed to be fragments of light.
"In a world like this, where your Equivilent Exchange is hardly relevant to people like myself. Your science, however, is intriguing. I like the simplicity of it, but I assume there are, of course, limitations. Such as . . . Bringing back the dead?" The Librarian said, his scythe completing itself. He lowered and then used his other hand to motion to the blonde's automail.

The Librarian had already figured out this principle of Edward's, already discovered his sin. But The Librarian continued as well, smiling in what seemed to be a strange sort of sympathy. He pulled back the hood to reveal a handsome face, though a scar over his right eye marred an unflawed face.
"But you should be proud, Edward. You have a history; which means that if your painful suffering in the past is affecting by Equivilent Exchange, you will survive this abyss of a city. If you require a place to stay, I have such comforts to offer, if you would of course be willing to give me something in return . . . ?" The Librarians question was soft, and his voice still remained strangely aloof and almost mechanical. His scythe flashed from view, to be replaced by a large book which The Librarian now turned his attention to, seemingly reading and flicking lightly over pages. The hood that had concealed the young black haired boy now came over his head on its own, and only his eyes seemed truly visible in the shadow of his headpiece.

History is something I long to find. Do I even really exist in the Library? Or am I just another part of the pages?

[Universe Atalanta]

Peoria bounced along the dark streets of this place, while he did make a stir since coming here, he had blended well, he often would simply something out of the corner of their eyes. He hummed to himself, a marshmallow humming to its self was what Peoria was really was, but he was a thing of unknown. He paused as he heard voices from around a corner.

Hmm~ maybe they will want to play a game with me~

He turned at the sound of the voices and bounced over to pair. The one looked ready to fight the one male, but Peoria had little understanding of humans. He rolled over to the pair and looked up at them both. He had no idea of what the matter was with the pair, but the one looked like he would need a hug at some point. He stared at the one that seemed soft spoken; the male reminded him of himself, but more solemn. He frowned before he smiled brightly and spoke in cheery voice that was high and clear,

Hi there~ What you guys doing? Want to play a game?

[edward]

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The bastard... Was laughing...? That really sent the blood flowing to his head. The idiot had no regard for respecting another being, he seemed like an arrogant fool who cared only about himself. It didn't matter what other preferred or didn't prefer, he'd say what he wanted when he wanted. He was just about to bring his palm together, maybe trap the guy between two walls or something... To show him exactly what this "miniscule doll" could do. His logic on not picking fights right now was slipping, and only sudden movement from the hooded male made him freeze with his hands mere centimeters apart. The guy was holding out his hand, Edward half expect a fireball or something to appear there. But no... It wasn't a fireball, it was some sort of weapon... A scythe...? Well, if the guy wanted a fight with weapons, then he'd just make his favorite spear of the the ground he stood on and fight back that way. So... He claimed that Equivalent Exchange didn't exist here? The youth, of course, didn't believe it. "Equivalent Exchange is always relevant. It may appear to the inexperienced eye that that weapon came into existence from nothing, but this foul air is full of all sorts of metallic particles, and particles that came from used metals. I too could transmute a weapon out of this polluted air." But before he could move to prove it; the next words sent a frigid chill through him. He felt sweat start dripping down his face as memories came along with the shock of this guy knowing what he'd done as an 11 year old. The golden eyes grew huge with the pupils narrowing at the memories.

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There was his brother, kneeling next to him by the Human Transmutation circle; excited and nervous at the same time. They had gathered all the components of the human body, which had been combined into a mixture now placed at the center of the intricate circle. "Water, 35 liters. Carbon, 20kg. Ammonia, 4 liters. Lime, 1.5kg. Phosphorus, 800g. Salt, 250 g. Niter, 100g. Sulfur, 80g. Fluorine, 7.5g. Iron, 5g. Silicon 3g. And fifteen other elements. Those are the elements to make an average adult human body.Right down to the last specks of protein in your eyelashes." The ingredients were all there, nothing could go wrong... He and his brother dripped some blood from the shallow self-inflicted cut on their index fingers into the mixture. "This is it Al..." The blue glow began along the lines of the circle, and black mist began to rise from the ground.

"Ed, something doesn't feel right..." Alphonse said in a terrified voice. Then the Eye of Truth appeared... And Alphonse began to seemingly dissolve before him. "AL!!!" He yelled as his brother began to cry out in agony and fear. Then he fell over, pain exploding in his own left leg. He twisted around to see what it was, and saw what looked like small black hands starting to dissolve his own leg. "It can't be..." He whispered in horror. "A rebound...?" Alphonse's voice caught his attention again. "Brother! Help!" And his body began to dissolve still faster. Edward didn't realize it was his own voice holding a drawn out yell of his brother's name; when everything went white.

His memories skipped over to the moment when he'd seemed to awaken, maimed and in great agony; clinging to the stump of what had been his left leg. Ghostly echos of that pain ripped through the area where flesh met metal in his arm and leg.

He was screaming, giving voice to the anguish which had taken over him. "Damn it... This can't be happening! It can't be... This wasn't.. This wasn't supposed to happen!" He dragged himself to the edge of the circle, still engulfed in blue light. "No... What have I done? Somebody help me... Somebody... Please mom.. Please..." He opened his eyes, and saw the horrific thing that lay in the middle of the circle... Something, not human... Gasping for breath. It feebly reached toward him, then seemed to die again. There were no words to describe the despair which had lodged itself in his gut. "...No... This is... This is wrong... This isn't... This isn't what we wanted! "

His eyes fell on the clothing which lay abandoned on the ground, where his brother had been mere moments before. "Al... Alphonse! ALPHONSE!" He clenched his fist on the ground; trembling uncontrollably from head to foot. "This is all my fault... ALPHONSE, NO!" He dragged himself over to a suit of armor, leaving a trail of blood behind him, knocking it to the ground. "Damn it..." He whimpered. Using his own blood-stained fingers, he drew a blood rune inside the armor. "You won't take him too... He's my brother! Take my leg... Take my arm... Take my heart, anything! You can have it! Just give him back! He's my little brother, he's all I have left!" He clapped his hands together, something he'd learned while inside the gate; to perform Alchemy without a circle...

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Suddenly he was back, and found that he was on his hands and knees; violently trembling all over and drenched in sweat as the ghostly pain faded. Unsteadily, he got back to his feet; and his voice sounded unreal as he whispered in a barely audible tone. "Nothing... Nothing can bring back the dead. You speak as if whatever you do, you can. Well get this... It isn't possible, and don't ever try it. The dead will never truly return... What you call 'limitations' of my science is also something you can't do. I tried the impossible, and this arm is what I must live with as a result on my mistake. But of course..." He raised his head, a sudden fire in his golden eyes as his shuddering subsided. "What the hell would you know... Don't speak as if you know me... I don't know how the hell you found out about me, when I've never seen you before; but it isn't anything to be proud of! I will survive this disgusting city on my own wits; not because I've seen hell and managed to move on."

Then the guy offered a place for him to stay. Was this guy really so stupid?! Now way in hell did he plan on accepting help and shelter from some creeper he'd never seen or met before, in a world he had no idea about... And some guy who somehow already knew his past... There was no way he'd trust someone like that easily. "Thanks for the offer," He said in a cold voice, "But I have no wish to get help from someone who knows my story without me telling them myself. I don't trust you, and I'm sure you understand. And even if I did accept, why the hell would I give you something in return? You said Equivalent Exchange is 'irrelevant' here, so I'm under no inclination or deal to give back." The man's hood came back up, and his weapon turned into a book. He didn't have much of a chance to ponder that though; as some white thing suddenly appeared. He was.. Interesting... Some strange creature that inhabited this world? Then it spoke; so maybe it was a talking Chimera... "No thanks, I don't want to play a game." He said, struggling to keep his voice even. What he really wanted to do was lay down somewhere, to regain his composure. This Librarian person had really messed him up just now; and he didn't appreciate looking like some hopeless, lost kid.

[grimmhallows]

The Librarian sighed, and shook his head. Recounting the words, numbers seemed to race in his head as he calculated and began trying to piece together an apology. Realising his lack of communication may have hurt the youth, he was to respond to his scythe being made of mateallic particles in the air.
"Sadly, this scythe is not made of "metallic shards" simply hanging about. It would have taken far too long to both draw an incantation, and then directly had to pull every small shard together. Such would require a great deal of effort, and was hardly worth it to make something as simple as my scythe. My scythe is made from magic. Though it would difficult to prove, of course."

Shaking his head again, he looked to the small thing beneath them. He tilted his head slightly, and bent down low to hold out a hand.
"How about we play tag, little one. I understand that is a simple game and is apparently fun. The game entails . . . Running? But at a speed so that capture is still possible?" The Librarian seemed to smile affectionately, and stood back up. He looked to Edward, and shrugged.
"I apologise. I forget that humans, even with science at their side, are still quite emotionally unstable. I do not have such advantages; the most I feel is . . . . Probably about 5% of what you feel. It's the way The Great Library made me. Forgive more for my mis-comprehension of the situation involving you and your previous attempts at necromancy. Though I do know o e who can bring back the dead quite easily, she was born with this strange gift..." The Librarians own soft voice seemed to reflect a sudden doubt, and his face went pensive. He smiled at the small thing at their feet; innocence not lost in this city. A final hope, to The Librarian.

[Universe Atalanta]

Peoria wiggled as he waited for one of them to answer. He dropped down as he was answered with a no, I don’t want to play. He perked back up he moved closer to the Librarian as he sniffed the air around him, he paused. He smelled like a spirit or at least he was non-human, but he didn’t act like one though. He frowned as he turned and stared at the one that was now holding a book.

He had a choice to make now, to comfort the one that was sad or play a game. He really shouldn’t try to do both at once, his eyes sadden as he looked at the one that was sad. He moved closer to him. He really didn’t know if he would be rejected if he tried to show some feelings to the male. He turned and looked at the one that brought on the whole thing and cocked his head slowly at him. He eyed the weapon before looking back at the one closer to his size.

Why does he cry?

He asked that question softly more to himself then one standing there with the book. He moved closer to Ed, his game becoming; lets find out what is wrong with him.

[edward]

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Not made from metallic shards, huh? Well, this whole magic thing certainly wouldn't be easy to explain. But that this rate, he was starting to thing that maybe there was something more powerful than Alchemy at work. All his life, he'd thought Alchemy was the only sort of science which could do things like heavenly immortal beings. Alchemists were the closest things to "gods" there were... But now... He wasn't so sure. The man spoke of someone he knew who could bring back the dead... That was someone he'd have to try to meet. He was 16 now, but that didn't mean he didn't still want to see his mother's face... And if he could bring Hughes back as well... Maybe even Nina and Alexander; no longer joined as a Chimera. Such thought were very tempting, but he firmly had his beliefs set of the dead never coming back to life. After he'd seen that... That thing when he'd failed at human transmutation; he didn't think the dead had any place in the world of the living, even if they could come back... They'd never truly be happy. No decent human would be, at least... Every being longed for peace of some sort... Then the Librarian proceeded to say a few things about himself, and Edward felt a bit unnerved. He sounded as if he weren't human, though he didn't think that would have surprised him. This guys knew his mistake though he'd never spoken of it... That in itself was evidence of the supernatural.

Still clenching his fists as he turned away from the man and the white thing; he took a steadying breath to try to ease his shot senses and feelings. "Don't apologize, it's my fault any of it ever happened; and I must live with it. But I'm curious... If you know... 'Magic' as you called it... That can bring back the dead, then why would you be interested in my science at all? Your 'magic' seems far superior to Alchemy." He pondered for a moment, considering what the Librarian had said about his Scythe and its creation. "Alchemy, unlike your magic, could have created your weapon out of the particles in the air in less than a second; with little or no effort. Is that what intrigues you? Can Alchemy do things your 'magic' can't? If so, surely bringing back the dead would immediately put it on a much higher level than imperfect alchemy." He turned back to face the Librarian and the white thing, his face slowly composing itself once more as he wiped some sweat off his brow with a sleeve. He heard the white thing's question, and sighed. It hadn't been directed at him, but he'd answer anyway. "I'm not crying. But my reasons for being upset are none of your concern. Don't burden yourself with worry over someone like me."

[grimmhallows]

The hooded young man who stood before both the small creature and the blonde haired 'alchemist' moved his book aside. The Librarian almost sounded sympathetic, his next words holding that same calm tone, though bitterness seemed to seep through discretely, sliding barely through like poison.
"The dead don't know they are dead; the few who do trust in either necromancy or demonic powers in order to live once more. I have almost always seen humans and beasts alike screaming for life when the scythe of death stole their souls from the material world." These words caused even The Librarian to shed a tear, just one, for some reason. He did not comprehend the level of sadness he felt speaking about such matters, but still he felt sad all the same. Giving an obviously false smile, he pretended to flick through the pages of the book some more, then summoned another book and seemed to compare the two, writing in both with the white feathered quill that never seemed to need ink.
"If my calculations are correct, the bodies of your fallen comrade, family member, friend or associate are not in this world; true revival being negated without the remains, you see. Getting in contact with them, using a volunteer medium such as a paper doll, or more effectively a human prepared to temporarily sacrifice their body and mind." The Librarian said, no emotion revealed in a dull, soft tune that seemed to lack any real expression. Recalling how the necromancer he knew of only woke recently, before leaving the library, he wondered secretly how she fared as The Librarian searched through the two books, and then summoned a third. He was slow and deliberate in his work with these books; the age of the, evident from rips and tears in the leather bindings, and some pages fell loose as the cautious Librarian turned the pages.

"If we find one who knows of necromancy . . . We may try to attempt contact the mentioned parties. Right now however . . . Talking is tedious, is it not? This is why I serve the books; I may peruse at my leisure.
The books vanished, and he stood rather still, the smile vanishing to leave his face rather blank.

Seeming to whisper something, he set the air far to the side of the creature aflame. It quickly morphed, however, into a burning shadow of Edward, though with a rather large pleased grin on its face and running up to wave at the small white Peoria. It ran around then took flight and raced around Ed, rushing up to eye level to wave; a possible attempt to cheer the youth up?
The Librarian himself wasn't sure himself why he'd performed this small act. Concluding that it was simply a long buried instinct, or just an attempt at creating a better mood, he let the burning figure race around, seemingly of its own will.

[Universe Atalanta]

Peoria blinked at the taller male who was having a hard time with his feelings. He wasn’t crying? He frowned and then looked up at the other person, this person didn’t seem to be giving off that many feelings, if any at all. He frowned and moved closer to Ed. He didn’t like it when people didn’t have that many feelings that came from them; reminded him of himself. He really was the basics, happy, sad, fear and anger. He didn’t dive into too many other feelings. Plus being captive of something was bad; he was a free thing, he wasn’t tied down by any rules or funny human feelings.

He stared at the fire shadow thing, he become small from fright and he moved over to Ed suddenly and become a ball at his feet huddling from this sight. He didn’t like it, and it showed greatly as he trembled.