( closed ) going back won't feel the same.

[gungoddess]

WHO: Apollo Mustow, Ed Elric & Al Eric with Ba'ast & Madam Red later on.
WHAT: Things must get worse before than can get better.
WHERE: The park for now, may fan out.
WHEN: Night. Also, forward logged a little to whenever we finish this. 8|

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Oops. A bit late; sorry guys ;o;

[ohshitnotmilk]

Usually, once the sun had gone down, Ed went for a walk with one of the dogs. It was easy to clear his mind out in the fresh air, the silence of the streets, before he went to bed. The cooler air was nice, even on his automail(which sometimes got too hot for his liking during the day). It wasn't as though he had all that much on his mind anymore, though -- somewhere in the back of his subconscious, the disappearances were there, that worry over them. But nothing had happened lately and he'd since filed the thought away, for now.

He walked along the street, his hands stuffed in his pockets, and Den at his side. The company of Den -- and Al, who had taken to tagging along for the night, not that Ed minded in the least -- was nice.

In the distance, he spotted the pirate on the bench. It took a moment to process -- the red head of hair, and the wings. He'd been around Ba'ast so often that his first thought was that it was her, before he realized that Ba'ast never dressed that way. "Al, that's..." He mumbled, as it clicked in his mind. It was Apollo. He hadn't known her well, but he knew that wound. He recognized the chunk of wing missing, because it was the Elric's home that Ba'ast had brought her to when she'd been injured.

She looked like hell. Why did he always get involved in these sorts of things? "Hold on..." He muttered, breaking out into a light jog to get to the bench Apollo was sitting on.

He slowed to a walk once he neared. "Oi. Apollo, wasn't it?" Ed asked.