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!
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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!
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--the light vein. It's trying to take the light vein.
Before the Gate can start to break Ginko apart, before it reaches even halfway into that deep darkness Ed can somehow dimly sense, Ed wrenches is arm free of the mass and slams it down onto the circle again, twisting the tide of the transmutation to pull it into himself. It struggles against his will, but just when it seems like his control will slip there's a vision of...something. A ring of lights or odd cloaked figures, Ed can't really tell, and suddenly something breaks and everything is rushing in--
It's over in a matter of seconds. The black arms freeze before all rushing to swarm Edward with something like an echo-y scream that isn't quite there. They surge into the stump of is arm and leg twisting and reforming themselves into a new, surprising shape. Ed collapses unconscious, his new black stone arm and leg just as boneless as the rest of him. He'll be awake again in a few moments, but the shock of that rebound was intense.
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Seconds later, it's all over. Ginko lies there for a moment, his eyes wide and his breath ragged as he tries to figure out what just happened.
That moment of overwhelming, motionless confusion only lasts for a couple seconds, then Ginko bolts to his feet, stumbling a little as he moves to Ed's side, grabbing his shoulder. "Hey, are-- are you alright?!" He doesn't even notice the new limbs at first, and when he does he pauses, staring at them in confusion.
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It wasn't a bloodless joining, on those limbs. Closer to the point of connection the illusion of flesh breaks down into many small tentacles woven around and merging with one another. At the join itself some of them creep out over Ed's skin and end in a small, grasping hand, but most plunge into the flesh to bury in and take root, and blood oozes out from those points. Some of those little tentacles still try to move, but something seems to be restraining them.
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For the time being, he wraps his arms around Ed to drag him out of the circle - maybe it's not necessary, but just in case. He leans him up against the nearest tree before more or less collapsing to sit against it himself, his legs shaking slightly from the exertion and lingering fear of the incident.
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He reaches up to rub his head with his right hand, wincing a bit from the movement. "Goddamnit, what the hell--" The complaint cuts off when Ed realizes just what it is he's moving, letting out a startled shout and trying to scramble back on instinct. With the imbalance of weight due to the stone he only really succeeds in falling over again, but he does at least start talking in Japanese again. "What the fuck is this?!"
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"Beats me." His exhaustion shows in his voice, but he does examine the limbs with some curiosity. "Does it hurt?"
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"That damn thing is supposed to take limbs, not hand them out. It shouldn't have even appeared, I wasn't doing anything that should have summoned it!"
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Ed sighs and his shoulders go slack. "It's called the Gate. It...regulates alchemy, and extracts tolls from alchemists that break the taboo of reviving the dead."
So, you know. There's another thing to worry about with this strange child, Ginko.
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But now doesn't really seem like the time to ask Ed if he's tried to bring someone back from the dead. Ginko slumps back against the tree.
"...Huh." And then, possibly against his better judgement, "Sounds kind of like something we have here."
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How do you explain the circle of light to someone who's never seen it? (Which, of course, Ginko doesn't know that Ed has.)
"For all I know, it might have existed in your home as well, but..." But at this point he's not really willing to make any assumptions as far as similarities between his world and Ed's. "It has a few names. The circle of light, the natural order. It's essentially the will of nature itself."
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"I...I think I might have seen it. When I was trying to stop the Gate from going after the light vein. I was trying to turn it all back on me, and then a bunch of things surrounded me before..."
He shakes his head--it's too difficult to describe.
"I guess it doesn't like the Gate very much."
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It was protecting the light vein.
"I guess not. Not when it's going after what the circle is supposed to protect, at least."
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Of course, that puts Ed right back to square one all over again.
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"You're lucky that this turned out to be something that could be fixed without you getting hurt for it."
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He glances over Ed thoughtfully, then shakes his head. "Looks like it's gone. So there's that, at least."
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He does, however, eye Ed's new limbs questioningly. "What are those made of? Do they... work?"
Well it's not like there's really a polite way to ask that.
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He crosses his legs and rubs the black knee, then flexes and stretches his right arm. "I...think it's stone? It's hard, but it still moves right. Sure as hell don't feel much from 'em, but they seem to work."
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