Ling Yao || Greed (
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afterliving2013-11-06 05:13 pm
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[Well, this was definitely different. One minute Greed was on his way to Central, the next he found himself in a... classroom? What the hell. He didn't remember passing out, yet he just woke up here. And his clothes were different too, what even...
One thing was for sure, he didn't recognize where he was and he didn't like it one bit.
If you're that worried about where we are, why not let me take over? ...Of course the damn Prince wasn't going to keep his mouth shut. I could try reading the dragon's pulse. That should give us a better idea of where we are, at least.
If I wanted your help, I'd ask for it. Mind your own damn business.
This is my business.
Yeah, he was just going to ignore him. And try to shake the feeling that something was off.]
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Hey, you.
[If you're walking through the halls of the school, you might be approached by this weird, sort of Chinese looking guy. Yeah, Greed decided that the gathering information alone thing wasn't working out, so he's trying the good old method of actually asking people.]
Mind telling me where this dump is and how I get the hell out of here? I'm kinda in the middle of something important and I'd like to get back to it.
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[So after a while, Ling had actually managed to gain control and explore on his own. How did that work out for him, you ask?
Not so well, judging from the fact that there is now one Xingese prince keeled over in the middle of the hallway.]
...so... hungry...
[Help him out? Stare at the weirdo? Laugh at his misfortune? All of the above?]
One thing was for sure, he didn't recognize where he was and he didn't like it one bit.
If you're that worried about where we are, why not let me take over? ...Of course the damn Prince wasn't going to keep his mouth shut. I could try reading the dragon's pulse. That should give us a better idea of where we are, at least.
If I wanted your help, I'd ask for it. Mind your own damn business.
This is my business.
Yeah, he was just going to ignore him. And try to shake the feeling that something was off.]
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Hey, you.
[If you're walking through the halls of the school, you might be approached by this weird, sort of Chinese looking guy. Yeah, Greed decided that the gathering information alone thing wasn't working out, so he's trying the good old method of actually asking people.]
Mind telling me where this dump is and how I get the hell out of here? I'm kinda in the middle of something important and I'd like to get back to it.
B
[So after a while, Ling had actually managed to gain control and explore on his own. How did that work out for him, you ask?
Not so well, judging from the fact that there is now one Xingese prince keeled over in the middle of the hallway.]
...so... hungry...
[Help him out? Stare at the weirdo? Laugh at his misfortune? All of the above?]
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You got any proof except your word, or what?
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You could ask other people here though and they'd say the same..
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...hey, assuming you're actually right about this [which he's not buying], how the hell did you die, anyway?
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And I.. um.. [ .. how to say this while not telling everyone about the secret of her world.. ] .. I fell off a really tall building. [ Hey, it's the truth. It's just that Walpurgisnight was what blasted her off there to begin with. ]
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Huh. And you actually remember that?
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I think it's pretty rare though. Most people here don't seem to remember how they died. I'm not sure if that's a little sad or that it's maybe better to not know..
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[He's reaching, but he really doesn't believe he's actually dead. She doesn't seem like she's lying to him, so at the very least he's willing to believe that she believes she's dead.]
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At least with a Philospher's Stone it is.
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What is a Philospher's Stone..? I'm sorry, but I've never heard of it before.
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Basically, it's a mythical object that lets you bypass equivalent exchange and, this is the most important bit, can make whoever uses it immortal.
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[ .. well, not really. She sort of gets the explanation, but it's all about piercing parts of it together since there's so much in it she doesn't get after all.. "equivalent exchange" of what..? Bypassing it..? ]
I haven't heard of anything like that in this place though.. a-ah, maybe you could ask those people about that too, maybe? I bet if anyone can explain, it's them.
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[That last part is said mostly to himself, but it's still very much audible. He's never been one for subtlety and he's not about to start now.]
Oh, actually, there might be something you can answer for me still. It's not complicated or anything, promise. [He holds up his hand, the red tattoo on the back clearly visible to her.] Have you seen anyone around that's got the same kinda tattoo?
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I haven't seen it before. Not when I was alive and not here either.. Um, it's probably that you're looking for people who are from the same place as you, right?
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...what do you mean, from the same place? What, is that not common?
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Not really. A lot of people who come here seem like they come from really different kinds of places. You might find people from places you didn't even think could possibly exist..
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[ If the description didn't give you that idea already.
Granted, the world of FMA is already a little more screwed up than Madoka's.. for the.. most.. part.. ]
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[With himself being one of them, technically speaking.]
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There's no monsters here though. [ U.. sually... ] So you don't have to worry about that at least, sir.
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.. Eh, really?! I already thought you looked strong, but it's true.. [ Granted, Madoka thinks that of people way easily. ] I guess you even won't have trouble if the shadows pop up again then. That's so amazing..
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Those shadows, though... What do they look like? [Please don't be Pride, please don't be Pride, please don't be Pride...]
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