Edward Elric (
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13. [Action] (backdated to a day or two after the battle, while checkups are happening)
[Somehow, Ed's footsteps lead him right back to the infirmary.
They'd run tests on him as well once everyone came back, but nothing that kept him for long. As far as most anyone else is concerned, and certainly as far as Ed was willing to admit, he could have been stabbed on the battlefield before anything weird(er than a freaking Lunar Cry) happened; junctioning and Cure spells can work wonders sometimes, and there's no trace of any lasting injury. From what he's heard and what he saw in there, he was lucky. It figures, doesn't it? The only good luck he ever gets is the kind he'd rather have done without.
It's interesting to listen to the ways other people are talking about it, in itself. "Spirit worlds", huh? If Ed's honest, he isn't even sure they're wrong.
He shouldn't hang around here, he tells himself as he meanders past the beds. Even ignoring the fact that he's nothing remotely close to a doctor and would arguably be more use keeping out of the way instead of bugging people for errands to run... it's a more welcome sight than a mass grave, almost anything is, but he can't shake the feeling that he doesn't have the right.
There's nowhere else he can think of to go, though. And it is an overwhelming relief to run into anyone he knows, bedridden or otherwise - hell, even people he's only ever seen from a distance, if he recognises their face.]
Hey. [His smile is too tired to be hiding any kind of guile, although that might be uncharacteristic enough to be uncanny all on its own.] Everything okay here?
They'd run tests on him as well once everyone came back, but nothing that kept him for long. As far as most anyone else is concerned, and certainly as far as Ed was willing to admit, he could have been stabbed on the battlefield before anything weird(er than a freaking Lunar Cry) happened; junctioning and Cure spells can work wonders sometimes, and there's no trace of any lasting injury. From what he's heard and what he saw in there, he was lucky. It figures, doesn't it? The only good luck he ever gets is the kind he'd rather have done without.
It's interesting to listen to the ways other people are talking about it, in itself. "Spirit worlds", huh? If Ed's honest, he isn't even sure they're wrong.
He shouldn't hang around here, he tells himself as he meanders past the beds. Even ignoring the fact that he's nothing remotely close to a doctor and would arguably be more use keeping out of the way instead of bugging people for errands to run... it's a more welcome sight than a mass grave, almost anything is, but he can't shake the feeling that he doesn't have the right.
There's nowhere else he can think of to go, though. And it is an overwhelming relief to run into anyone he knows, bedridden or otherwise - hell, even people he's only ever seen from a distance, if he recognises their face.]
Hey. [His smile is too tired to be hiding any kind of guile, although that might be uncharacteristic enough to be uncanny all on its own.] Everything okay here?
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Magic is a science just like any other, kupo. It can be studied, it can be measured, the results are predictable to at least 90%. Entropy and chaos theory provide for the rest.
It's not some wish-granting omnipotence... it just runs on a different set of rules than conventional physics, kupo. Once you find out those rules, you can get creative.
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[It's just a little self-mocking, at least.]
Does that mean you are one of them?
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[He looks a bit confused, really. Didn't Ed use some sort of magic, too? And Emias doesn't know what this 'one of them' deal was.]
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A magic user like that guy?
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Not... exactly, kupo. I've got about as much magical aptitude in my body as a moldy sponge. My GF's been pulling all the weight since I got trained.
But the research clan I was in back home was nothing but mages, so I know more than my share of magical theory. I'd need someone else to do all the heavy lifting if testing needed to be done.
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[He rubs the back of his neck.]
Well, heavy lifters I don't know about, but those notes... if just a general summary would help you any, I could give it a try. Half of it was just a load of physics to begin with. [He nearly manages to grin.] 'Course, nothing comes for free.
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[At the comment of nothing being free, the moogle casts a skeptical glare in Ed's direction.]
No idea what I have that you'd want, kupo... I'm not exactly good with my gil, and I'm pretty average as a cadet...
[Skepticism leads way before long into distrust.]
And I'm not that kind of moogle, kupo, if that's what you're asking. At least get me drunk first.
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...Actually, if every conversation is going to take a turn like that without warning, there's no way it'll be worth working with this guy. But dammit, he offered first.]
Listen. [Composure is a difficult thing to regain.] If you know anything about magic besides what they teach around here, you'll know better than I do which parts of it are the important ones. So I want to hear about it. That's all I was saying. Nothing else, got it?
[At least there's now a chance he isn't the most suspicious-acting party in this conversation.]
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[Hey, clanners do weird shit for gil. Nothing ever got quite that bad, but there wasn't anything saying it couldn't.]
And if I can't figure out anything from it?
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Bad luck again, I guess. But here's hoping you can do better than me.
[He stifles a yawn and turns away.] I'll be back later. Doesn't look like they'll be kicking you out any time soon.
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[No complaints here - he had research to do.]
Take care of yourself, okay?
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[He just waves over his shoulder as he heads off.]