Stone Red

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-> Follows back from SAILINGMAKAI. If you follow this blog and that one follows you soon after, that is why.

-> Mostly Brotherhood, with occasional touches of '03. Diverges at Lab 5, where instead of being stopped at the surface, Edward goes deep enough to find a cache of Red Water he accidentally ends up absorbing, leading to him developing something like a Homunculus core.

-> I have watched all of 03 and all of Brotherhood (but I'm rewatching to refresh my memory)

-> Mun has probably 10+ years of writing experience, on and off tumblr.

-> Mun is very much a grown woman and is highly unlikely to do nsfw seeing as Edward is a minor.

-> I have patience enough for the both of us, so don't worry on being fast. This is a hobby, not a job.

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{I am MORE than happy to have that moment.}

(( Honestly I can 100% see him being Visibly Afraid the moment he notices her, and staring at her terrified - Roy is dangerous enough, but The Woman That Never Misses A Shot? If there's a chance they plan to kill him he is DEAD and he KNOWS IT.

Perhaps they like being alone. Perhaps it's a vacation house. Maybe it's a hideout and there's a gang or something inside - or a secret military outpost. He doesn't know, and doesn't want to chance making himself look even worse by breaking in, so he doesn't. There's just as much chance it's just somebody that likes their solitude, or the silence, or the space.

He does mentally mark it down though, an approximate location based on how far he's walked compared to the last population center he's passed through.

That done, Edward decides it's as good a place as any to do some stretches before he starts again on his long walk - he's not too close to the mystery building to be of any harm, and his flesh leg is starting to hurt. So down into the exercises he goes - stretches and forms he used to run through every morning.

Well. Edward supposed he could be telling the truth. It wasn't entirely out of the realm of possibility. But Edward simply did not trust him - he felt off, felt weird, felt like a foreigner trying to do something.

But at the same time... he felt obvious. If he was trying to trick Edward, surely he'd be more stealthy about it...? Even if the man likely thought Ed just some random civilian, he'd surely paint a more convincing picture.

"...Yeah, sure, everyone in this town is just real fucking weird all the time, no big deal..." Edward grumbled, shoving his hands in his pockets, continuing to watch the other for a moment before moving to follow. He was invested now. "Color me interested - in what way do I feel weird to you?" The statement is genuine.

Does this man somehow feel the Stone? Can he, someway, feel the souls? Or was there something else he was noticing?

"-the paper proved useless on geniuses-"

oh

I will not answer asks with hate in them (ooc hate anyway, if your muse hates mine thats a dif story altogether lol) nor will I answer submits with hate in them, not that I have those on in the first place, I don't think.

Point being, my blog is at least an attempt at a safe space because there's more than enough hate and misery in the world already, we REALLY do not need to add MORE to it.

Plus it makes him feel safe.

It makes him wonder though, if it'd be worth travelling into Aerugo one day. Not now - it's probably too dangerous now, but. One day.

"Maybe if we can exist without trying to cut each others metaphorical heads off..." Edward grumbles, continuing onward on his walk.

There were a couple of things he was looking into and watching for, one of which was the military's goings-ons. Central burning was a hell of a thing, after all and all his fault and was something he needed to keep an eye on.

And so, that was why Edward found himself travelling in the direction of South City. South City which was as much a tourist town as it was a military one.

Plus, travelling felt good. Felt normal, even if he was alone (and dressed as an Ishvalan). It helped clear his mind just as much as it helped him learn more about his various goals.

"Maybe I could pick up some souvenirs while I'm up there." He muttered to himself, adjusting the fabric keeping his automail hidden, carefully making sure both arm and leg wouldn't be seen and give him away immediately. "Something for the family, and for the guys back home." Winry and Al in Resembool, and the kind Ishvalans that he was constantly lying to about who he was.

On he wandered - paying only half a mind to his surroundings, as his disguise tended to leave him ignored for the most part. Half in his own mind and entirely convinced he couldn't see anyone he knew.

He was too far south, he told himself.

Too far south and too disguised as an Ishvalan.

"I'm just some plain old Ishvalan kid, ready to get yelled at." Edward muttered to himself - fittingly, in rough Ishvalan - as he wandered.

He'd reach South City eventually, and from there... maybe he'd go further west before turning back? It depended on what happened in the city, Edward decided.

For now, though - he just walked.