Ginko (
onegreeneye) wrote2015-07-23 11:28 am
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OPEN RP POST (wip)
This is a general catch-all post for anyone who wants to thread with Ginko in his original setting - or at least something resembling it. Want to play an AU? Post-jamjar? Unexpected interdimensional travel? It's all good! In addition, if you want to thread something with mushi and such but in a more modern setting, I'm totally open to modern-day AU's. I'm fine with prose, brackets, whatever.
Please note that I'm totally open to using this post for action, fluff, whatever, but not smut. If you have any additional questions about the setting or types of mushi, just message me on this account!
(here's a placeholder for if i ever get around to putting actual prompts on here)
Please note that I'm totally open to using this post for action, fluff, whatever, but not smut. If you have any additional questions about the setting or types of mushi, just message me on this account!
(here's a placeholder for if i ever get around to putting actual prompts on here)
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How did this happen? He had driven them off to keep them safe! And now he'd gone and hurt them without even meaning to?
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That reassurance seems important here. As strange as Ed might be, and as ill-advised as Ginko may find his plan, it's seeming increasingly likely that he really doesn't mean any harm.
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Realistically, he knows Ginko is right, but he can't make himself really believe it. Alphonse, Liore, his own mother...not knowing hadn't been any justification for what he'd caused. It didn't mean he wasn't responsible; not then, and not now.
For a few more moments the silence hangs in the air before Ed speaks again. "How bad is it?"
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"Several people have gotten sick. Some of their crops have been spoiled. It'll take a while for the village to recover, and some of the fuki will need to be cleaned up to allow the remainder to recede. But nobody has died. And, now that we know the cause and can keep it from happening again, it may well be that nobody will."
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But that's not quite true, now that he thinks about it. His transmutations had come easier since that first try at using the light vein, being able to do more with less of his own energy. Was that part of this whole mess? "How do I get it out?"
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Sorry about that???
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"I'll give you the medicine... just one of these a week should do. I'll come by again in three months to see if you need more."
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Summer turns to fall, and out in that valley something is stirring. A wind is blowing, not out of season but something about it feels sinister, unsettling. Clouds are gathering above and threatening rain, and he chill seems to bite just a tad bit harder. It's like a warning, a premonition of something to come, and the black wings of crows cawing in the sky only seem to reinforce it.
Not too far from Ed's little shack, in a decently sized clearing the young alchemist can be found, with a stack of notes held down by a rock and a sturdy stick in hand to carefully carve out the runes of the circle he'd been crafting since Ginko had left. He can't afford to wait for so long around here, and he has access to things Ginko hadn't even known existed. For a normal person taking that medicine would be the only option, sure, but Edward is certain he could bypass the process entirely.
It's just a little more complicated than putting a statue back into the ground, is all.
Ed takes one last look around at the circle, checking it against his notes before nodding with satisfaction and tossing the stick away. "This should do." He steps into the circle and kneels, pulling a small knife out of his sleeve and taking it in his teeth to cut a slice across the palm of his hand. Blood drips onto the ground and Ed tosses the knife away before pressing his palm to the center of the circle.
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As he makes his way through the forest, he's not really expecting too much to have changed - maybe Ed will have put up more of those strange statues, maybe not. He isn't expecting to come across the young man in a clearing, right in the middle of one of those strange diagrams.
"What are you doing?"
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"I figured out how to put it back." The streams of light coming from Ed's shoulder flicker, and to the untrained eye seem to be slowly dissolving into nothing.
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Ginko's eyes widen, his gaze flicking between Ed and the circle, following the arcs of light. "You're... how? This isn't a good idea, it's-- you shouldn't do this."
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But despite Ed's reassurances, something is clearly wrong. Ed doesn't notice it at first, focused as he is on the transmutation, but from the edges of the circle small, black arms emerge and begin to stretch across the ground toward the alchemist.
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