2nd: Fuel [Open Commentlog]

Jul 07, 2010 19:56

[Zolf stood on deck twelve, contemplating a pile of luggage ( Read more... )

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[Open Commentlog] skin_and_steel July 10 2010, 02:59:00 UTC
[Ed crosses his arms, watching Kimblee pick through the luggage with an intent look of concentration on his face. The man was not just looking for whatever he could find at his leisure - he obviously had something specific in mind.]

You're resorting to picking through others' luggage? That's pretty low, even for you.

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[Open Commentlog] crestofcrimson July 10 2010, 08:33:55 UTC
[So there were people here. Kimblee straightened up, leaving a toaster where he had found it. By the time he faced Edward, his smile was fixed firmly in place.]

It's free for the taking. Would you prefer I test my alchemy on something more valuable?

[He may not know most people on board well enough to goad them into a fight, yet. But he had played Edward like a harp before. He could do it again.]

Where is Miss Rockbell, anyway?

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[Open Commentlog] skin_and_steel July 10 2010, 13:58:53 UTC
[Ed's eyes narrow with distrust. He holds a hand to his automail arm, ready to transmute it at the slightest sign of aggression.

Redd doesn't take kindly to people destroying shit on his ship. Test it all you want; don't be surprised if you piss him off enough to get sent to the Brig.

[Why was this bastard mentioning Winry? Did he know something...?

She's not here - thankfully, she's still in our world.

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[Open Commentlog] I am so full of html fail tonight IDEK crestofcrimson July 10 2010, 19:02:47 UTC
Is that so?

[Zolf frowns. Godric hadn't mentioned that. Whom to trust, a stranger or an old adversary?

Neither, obviously. Even if he earned time in the brig, it would be worth it. He would not go without his alchemy. But then--]

In that case, why waste my efforts on any of this?

[He gestures at the piles of luggage around him.]

If I'm going to be sent to the brig anyway, it should be for something worthwhile.

[His gaze never leaves Edward's face as he presses his fingertips together, holding his palms the merest inch apart.]

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